But I never knew what was coming…
I wanted to be a good wife, so I obeyed the words of my husband. Besides, his father would be staying for only a week.
So, there I was, sitting at dinner in a loose gown, feeIing ẹxposed and nervous when suddenly something shocking happened that stunned me to my bone marrow.
My husband’s father sat directly opposite me but the man kept on dropping his napkin to the ground and every time he bent down to pick it, his eyes would go straight in between my Iegs.
At first I thought it was a mistake, but the moment it happened five good times I knew that something was wrong.
I looked at my husband– Gabriel, but he was busy eating, he didn’t even notice how his father’s eyes were wandering.
“Is the food not good, sir?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“My daughter,” his father said, looking straight into my eyes. “I’m just admiring the very beautiful house you have here and I am so glad to enter inside,” he said, smiling sheepishly.
****
That night, I couldn’t sleep. Gabriel – my husband was snoring loudly beside me while I was still trying to process all that happened that day.
Suddenly, our door pushed open. I froze in shock as my heart hammered against my ribs, there was still nothing under my nlghtie; just like the tradition demanded.
I heard footsteps move closer to our bed and that was when I looked, to my greatest disbelief, my jaw dropped in shock.
Standing right there was my husband’s father, reaching out to t0uch the edge of my blanket.
“Sir?” I called out. “What are you doing?”
