She
allowed the towel wrapped around her chest to drop and still looking at the
mirror, she slowly turned around, looking her body over. When she faced the
mirror again, her hands went up to cup her breasts gently, then a slow smile
lit up her face. They are a tad fuller
than I’m used to, but I must admit, they are perky!
Her
hands dropped and she gently ran her right hand over her belly. The fold she
had always hated, on the lower portion, was gone. A tiny part of me misses that proof that those beautiful babies came
out of me, all those years ago… A very tiny part, though.
She
giggled and ran her hands on both sides of her waist, before twisting to look
at her back. Bye-bye, love handles and
Spanx!
Suddenly,
she felt the need to dance for joy and the smile on her face grew wider. Who would have thought that the body I had
as a girl would return? Omo was right… Dr. Abiodun does really good work.
The
door opened then and Tayo Ayorinde came into the bedroom. She turned and when their
eyes met, he smiled. “Admiring yourself again, I see.”
Self-consciously,
she picked up her towel from the floor and wrapped it round her body again. His
smile grew wider. “Your body looks so amazing now, darling. You don’t have to
hide it from me anymore.”
She
shrugged and picked up a bottle of body lotion from her dressing table. “Good
morning, Tayo. You didn’t come home last night.”
A
guilty look flitted across his face. “I’m sorry about that.”
Passing
the bottle from one hand to the other and without looking at him, she asked,
“Are you really?”
“Remi,
I…”
“Save
me the lies, please. I’ve had a lifetime of them, so I’m sick of them now.” She
looked at the clock above the mirror, before turning to him. “It’s almost noon,
Tayo. Our children are arriving today and not only did you not bother to spend
the night here; you also didn’t bother coming home early enough. You also seem
to have forgotten the small matter that is my birthday.” She shook her head
sadly, before looking back to her reflection. “You seem to be forgetting what’s
important. Who is she, this time? She’s obviously got a hold on you and is
making you slip.”
He
sighed deeply. “Are they here yet?”
She
turned back to him and slowly, let her towel drop to the floor again. She
squeezed some of the lotion into her palms and rubbed them together, all the
while looking at him. In slow circles, she applied the lotion on her belly,
before moving her hands to her breasts. His mouth opened slightly and his eyes widened
appreciatively, then he moved closer to her.
Breaking
eye contact, she turned back to the mirror and slowly applied some of the
lotion on her shoulders. “We’re all having lunch together. You have barely
enough time to wash the stench of sin off you, before they arrive.”
Tayo
closed his eyes for a few seconds, before sighing deeply again. Turning away
from his wife, he walked to the bathroom, shedding his clothes on the floor as
he went.
***************
“I’m
fine, mummy.”
She
shook her head gently. “No, darling, let’s try again. How are you?”
Tolu’s
smile slipped a little and she shrugged. “I’m trying to cope. It’s not been
easy, though.” She looked down at her
almost flat tummy. “All I can think of, sometimes, is “Why?” I know I shouldn’t
question God and all that, but it’s so hard not to ask that question, mummy.”
She frowned and shook her head. “So hard!”
Remi
draped a hand over her shoulder and pulled her closer. “I know, darling. I
often find myself going down that route too. Then, I remember that our faith
gave us Ayomide, in the first place, and I hope again.”
Both
women were silent for a few minutes, lost in their own thoughts. Soon, Tolu shook
her head and chuckled lightly, “Enough of the sadness. We have a party to
plan.”
Following
her cue, Remi laughed. “Plan ke? What
have we been doing all these months? Abeg,
it’s time to kick back our heels and have some fun. Biola assures me that she’s
got all the vendors under control. Our
own na to wear cloth, come party.”
Both
women burst into laughter. “Where’s that husband of yours? He didn’t spend
enough time with me, before going to find his father. I haven’t seen him in
ages, you know.”
Still
laughing, Tolu responded, “You saw him in church, on Sunday naa. Allow me enjoy you first o, before
he takes all your attention away.”
“Seeing him on Sundays
is not the same thing as sitting to chat with him, jare. In church, he has no time for anybody, but his
congregation.” She rolled her eyes mock-sternly. “No special treatment for me, sef, as Mama Pastor.”
Tolu
stopped laughing and sighed. “Tell me about it.”
Her
mother-in-law cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow. “Are you guys
okay?”
She
was silent for a while, prompting Remi to ask, “You know you can confide in me,
darling, right?”
“I
know, mummy.” She looked at her mother-in-law earnestly. “I just need more
attention from him, that’s all.” She frowned slightly. “Sometimes, between the time
and attention he gives the business and the church, I feel like a decoration on
his arms.”
Remi
shook her head gently. “Come on, baby, don’t feel that way. Deji adores you. I
see the way he looks at you, all the time, and it warms my heart to know that
my son found true love in you. He is a passionate person, so he puts his all
into everything he does." She sighed deeply and continued, "However, on occasion, that is a weakness.” She put
both hands on Tolu’s shoulders. “Tell him how you feel, so that
he’s not ignorant of your needs. Give him a chance to make you as happy as
you’ve made him.”
Tolu
nodded and was about speaking when the doorbell rang. Remi smiled and stood. “I
bet more of my brood have arrived. Let the fun begin!”
They
met Femi and Nike, just as the housekeeper was taking their overnight bags from
them, at the large foyer, in front of a curved staircase. Moving closer, a
smile on her face, Remi exclaimed, “Hello, my beautiful people!”
With
a huge smile, he took quick strides on the black marble floor, crossing the
distance between them. “Look at you, Mummy. You don’t look a day older than
forty!” Holding her left hand in his right, he spun her around, then pulled her
closer and wrapped his arms around her. “Happy Birthday, my stunning mama.”
Laughing,
Remi replied, “Thank you, son.” She brought her right hand up and gently ran it
over the left side of his face. “You do know the way to a woman’s heart.”
Gently,
he broke the hug and pulled his giggling wife closer, before winking. “I try.”
“I
see that, darling. Both of you look so beautiful together.”
Her
dimples flashing, Nike smiled shyly. “Thank you, mummy and Happy Birthday to
you. Femi is absolutely right; you do look amazing.” She pulled away from her
husband to hug his mother. While both women hugged each other, Femi pulled Tolu
closer and hugged her. “Hello, beautiful,” he whispered.
She
laughed and hugged him back, before allowing him lead her, by the hand, into
the living room on the left, his wife and mother following closely.
A
few minutes later, Deji came downstairs with his father and they joined the
group in the living room. Instantly, there was a flurry of activity, as they all
went round hugging each other and exchanging pleasantries.
“See as you don dey fat,” Deji teased his
brother loudly, draping an arm over his shoulders. “Only six months of marital
bliss and your belle don dey turn to
puff-puff.”
Femi
burst into laughter and pointed to his smiling wife. “Na her fault o! The babe wan
scatter my body with her cooking.” He shrugged. “As she don swear say no other woman go find me attractive again, me
sef don gree say, I no dey market again.”
Everyone
burst into laughter at that, as they took their seats. “And about time too,”
Remi said, smiling fondly. “You had me extremely worried, at that point in your
life, when you just had to chase everything in skirts.”
Casting
a quick look at his wife, Femi protested feebly, “Come on, mummy. That was such
a long time ago.” He put an arm around Nike’s waist and continued, “This woman,
right here, holds the key to my heart.”
Nike
smiled shyly and leaned into him, while Remi looked into her son’s eyes and
nodded, still smiling. “I’m glad.”
Feeling
a hand on her right knee, she looked down to see her husband’s left hand, his
wedding ring, prominently displayed. Slowly, she covered his hand with her
right hand, but some of the light left her eyes, when she looked up at him.
Softly,
he whispered, “Happy Birthday.” He looked like he wanted to say more, so she
waited, head cocked to the side. He sighed lightly and squeezed her knee. “Happy
Birthday,” he repeated. She nodded gently and looked away, only to find Deji
watching them.
The
doorbell rang a little later and Femi’s surprise, when Jumobi walked into the
living room with Tunde, was evident. He removed his arm from Nike’s waist and
stood to slap his best friend, lightly, on the back. “Hey, I didn’t know my mum
invited you for lunch.”
Standing
beside Tunde, his sister gave a one-sided smile. “She didn’t. We’re together.”
He removed his arm from Tunde’s back and frowned
at him in confusion. “Together?”
Smiling
a little, Tunde nodded and responded, “Uh-huh… together.”
His
brow knitted some more. “Really?”
“Yes.
Really,” Jumobi said, with a sassy grin and spread her arms wide. “Now, come
give me a hug.”
With
both arms around his sister, he stared at Tunde, who calmly walked off to exchange
pleasantries with the rest of the party.
When
he went back to his seat, Nike, who had been watching the entire exchange, nudged
him with an elbow and whispered, “Chill, jor.
They’re both adults and he’s a good man.”
He
looked at her, shook his head lightly and whispered back, “I’m just shocked,
that’s all. I didn’t know they were seeing each other.”
She
shrugged. “Maybe, he didn’t tell you, because he anticipated your reaction.”
Laying a hand on his arm, she continued softly, “You’re very protective of
Jummy, but you don’t always need to be. She’s a strong and independent twenty
seven-year old and I’m sure she’ll be the first to tell you that she can take
care of herself.”
He
opened his mouth to speak, but finding himself at a loss for words, he nodded
instead.
Everyone
was talking at the same time, so Jumobi leaned closer to her mother. “Mummy, I
could eat a horse right now. What’s for lunch?”
Remi
laughed, stood and tugged her daughter’s arm. “Let’s go find out. We have to
wait for Dayo, though.”
She
pouted. “He isn’t here yet?”
“You
just got here, yourself,” her mother retorted, tugging more insistently. As
they walked out of the noisy living room, she added in low tones, “You didn’t
tell me you were bringing a guest over, for the weekend. What’s the story
there?”
She
laughed. “Guest? Mummy, Tunde’s like a member of this family and the story’s
that we are just having fun.” She shrugged. “Let’s see how that goes.”
“Hmm…
Fun.” Remi sighed deeply. “I’ll have one of the maids make up a guest room for
him.” She turned to her daughter and wagged a finger. “I won’t have anyone
sneaking around in my house, young lady. You know how I feel about that sort of
thing.”
Laughing
again, she responded, “We’re not having that kind of fun…” She winked. “…Yet.”
Her
mother shook her head gently. “I hope you know what you’re doing. I don’t want
you getting hurt.”
She
halted abruptly and laid a hand on her mother’s arm. Frowning slightly, she
asked quietly, “Is there something you’re not telling me?”
Remi
shook her head and reached for her daughter’s left hand. “No, darling, I’m not
keeping anything from you. I just think that you’re in a hurry to prove
something to the world and that may backfire.”
She
squeezed her mother’s hand. “I’ll be fine, mum.” Holding hands, they continued
walking, in silence.
Just
when Remi was about turning the handle on the heavy kitchen door, Jumobi nudged
her shoulder with hers, making her pause and turn. “You do look wonderful,
mummy. I still can’t get over the subtle changes in your body.” She winked and
whispered conspiratorially, “You are proof that a little nip and tuck never
hurt anyone.”
Her
eyes shining with suppressed humour, Remi whispered back, “You forgot to add ‘lift’
and em…” She tapped a finger on the left side of her head, before nodding. “Ehen, Lift and inflate.”
With
a quick look at her mother’s chest, she replied. “Yes, those too.”
Just
as they started laughing, Remi turned the handle and they walked into the
kitchen.
Dayo
walked into the dining room, just as members of his family were taking their
seats around the long and shiny ornate table.
The
first to notice him, Jumobi said, “Hey, look what the cat finally dragged in.
You didn’t ring the bell.”
Grinning,
he reached her first and trapped her neck in the crook of his right elbow, till
she squealed. “Potty mouth, I came in through the back door.” He let her go
then.
“Lunch
was supposed to start almost an hour ago and we were all starving.”
Leaving
her to get to his mother, he said, “By ‘we’, I’m sure you mean ‘you’. With your
fascination with food, I’m not sure how you’ve managed to keep all that flab
off.”
Casting
a quick look at Jumobi, Remi found her sticking out her tongue at his brother’s
back. “Be nice, Dayo,” she told her son.
She
allowed her second son pull her up from her chair at one end of the table, and
they hugged each other. “Happy Birthday, mum. I’m sorry I got here late. I was
somewhat busy.”
His
sister rolled her eyes, pulling out the chair on Remi’s right. “I bet you were.”
Remi
chucked lightly. “That’s alright, darling. However, whenever you have an
appointment with someone…”
“Always
call and let them know, if you’re going to be late,” Dayo finished up for her,
with a quick grin. He had heard that from her, too many times in the past. As
his mother took her seat again, he looked around the table, then waved and
smiled. “Hey guys.” He got smiles and several pleasantries in return.
Tunde
was seated beside Jumobi and the only vacant seats were both on his father’s
left. He sat next to Tunde, deliberately keeping a seat between him and Tayo.
“Good
afternoon, sir.”
From
the other end of the table and casually unfolding a napkin, to place across his
laps, Tayo replied, “Good afternoon, Dayo. We hardly see you these days.”
He
shrugged. “I’ve been busy.”
“Doing
what exactly?” his father asked, his tone mocking. “It’s not like you go to
work or anything like that.”
From
his seat on Remi's left, Deji said, “Hey guys, it’s too early for this. Can we
all eat in peace?”
Still
looking at his father, Dayo laughed and slowly clapped his hands. “And my big
brother came to the rescue.” He turned to Deji and stopped laughing. “Thanks,
bro. I can fight my battles, though.” He turned back to his father, his eyes
cold. “I would have thought that you, of all people, would understand how busy
I get, considering the fact that you are quite... em… experienced in that
field.”
“That’s
enough, both of you,” Remi said, her tone sharp. “It is my birthday and I will
not have anyone spoil my day. Is that clear?”
Both
men stared at each other, till Dayo broke the eye contact, to look
apologetically at his mother. “I’m sorry, mum.” Arms resting on the table, he
formed a steeple with his hands and bowed his head. “I’ll be a good boy now.”
There
was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds, till everyone started talking
at once, to cover it. Just as Tayo reached a hand to open the bowl closest to
him, his wife’s voice stopped him. “Please, say a prayer for us, Deji.”
He
looked up at Remi, found her watching him and his hands dropped. Looking at his
first son, seated beside her, he smiled gently. “Go ahead, son.” He looked
around the table. “Let us pray.”
As
soon as all heads were bowed, Deji closed his eyes. “Thank You, Father, for a
beautiful day and for the life of this beautiful woman you have blessed us
with. Thank You for the gift of life graciously bestowed on each of us on this
table. Thank You for the food before us. We are grateful for all You have done
for us. We ask that You unite us in love, where love is lacking and strengthen
the cords of love, where it may be waning.”
Two
pairs of eyes opened immediately and found each other and the longer they
stared, the frustrations the owners felt, at being apart, shone through. They
weren’t listening anymore, as Deji prayed.
“In
the Jesus Name, we have prayed.”
The
eyes snapped shut immediately, as everyone chorused, “Amen!”
Along
the entire length of the gold brocade runner, on the table, were different
bowls, in which were different meals. As they helped themselves to whatever
they wanted to eat, there was easy conversation and laughter around the table.
After
swallowing a ball of pounded yam and egusi
soup, Tayo smiled to his wife. “Darling, this is delicious. It’s great
that you took Biola’s advice and hired the caterer.”
Pausing
in the process of putting a piece of moin-moin
in his mouth, Femi said, “Oh, I thought Mr. James made all the food. I
didn’t know you got someone else for this.”
Remi
nodded. “I’m so glad I hired Biola. I now see why she’s such a successful event
planner. The girl pays such attention to even the tiniest details!” She took a
sip of water. “Even though we had originally hired the caterer for the party, she
suggested having the lady handle today’s lunch too. I’m really glad that I listened
to her.” She smiled. “Having everyone, over here, put their feet up, while
someone else did all the cooking was such a luxury.”
She
put a forkful of boiled rice and efo riro
into her mouth and chewed, eyes closed in bliss. When she swallowed, she opened
them and looked down the table, at her husband, nodding. “I think you should
try this too. It was cooked to perfection.”
When
Nike declined a serving of ice cream for dessert, choosing a small glass of
juice instead, Jumobi said, “You haven’t really eaten much, Nike.” Her brow
knitted in concern. “I hope you’re alright.”
“You think say every woman sabi chop like you?”
Dayo said, laughing.
“Ha
ha,” Jumobi retorted, glaring at him.
She
turned back to her sister-in-law, who smiled and responded, “I haven’t had much
of an appetite lately.” Nike looked up at her husband, an eyebrow raised. When
he smiled and nodded gently, she looked round the table with a shy smile. As
soon as her eyes met Remi’s, she said softly, “We’re having a baby.”
The
excitement on the table was palpable, as everyone congratulated the couple.
“This
is the best birthday present ever,” Remi declared later, as they all went back
to the living room, her right arm around Femi’s waist.
“You
mean that wrapped gift I gave you earlier isn’t good enough?” he asked, with a
wink, eliciting laughter from her.
“I’m
so thrilled for you,” Tolu told Nike, as they sat beside each other, their
knees touching. The look on her face grew wistful, as she hugged her knees with
her hands. “A child is such a wonderful blessing.”
Nike
placed her right hand on Tolu’s left and squeezed. “That is one blessing you’ll
receive again, sis.”
“Amen.”
She smiled. “Have you seen a doctor yet?”
Her
dimples flashed. “I suspected for a few days that I am preggie, so I finally
went to the hospital yesterday. I haven’t registered for antenatal clinics yet,
though. The doctor says it’s too early to. He just gave me some drugs… supplements,
I guess.”
“Oh,
you just found out?”
She
smiled some more and nodded. “We’re just six weeks old.”
“That’s
awesome. You have to rest as soon as you feel tired. Your husband kuku knows how to, so allow him pamper
you. Na big work your body dey do o.”
While
Nike laughed, Tolu’s blackberry phone peeped and she picked it up from the
space beside her. Seeing that it was a new message, she opened it.
“We
have to talk.”
Apprehensive,
she typed, “We have nothing to say to each other anymore.”
“We’re
not done yet and you know it. I’ll leave you alone, for now. Later.”
Hands
shaking, she deleted the chat. Luckily, Nike had been pulled off by their
mother-in-law, so she didn’t have to explain why she was suddenly jittery.
***************
Tunde
took a drink from the glass in his hand. “Is your wife not someone’s sister? And
if I remember correctly, you are friends with her brothers.”
“Cut
out the crap, man,” Femi bit out. “What games are you playing, exactly?”
He
laughed. “Games?” Sobering up instantly, he pointed his left index finger at
his best friend. You cut the crap out, Femi. I don’t need your permission to
date a beautiful woman, whom I find attractive, whether she’s your sister or
not. I thought you understood that already.”
He
shrugged and shook his head. “Jumobi is a grown woman, in case you haven’t noticed
and she happens to like me a whole lot… Lucky me, right?”
A
speechless Femi was left on the foyer, staring at him with narrowed eyes, as he
turned on his heels and went up the stairs, his glass of bourbon in his right hand.
***************
Jumobi
retched again and with both hands, gripped the toilet bowl, as her stomach
emptied its last contents. She was still for a few minutes, in a bid to get enough
strength to stand upright.
When
she finally did, she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and passed a trembling
hand across her sore belly, before stepping into the steamy shower stall.
***************
In
his room, Dayo paced the marble floor. This
was certainly a stressful day.
He looked at his wardrobe and quickly looked
away and continued pacing, slowly getting agitated. Soon, he took off his
clothes and went to take a quick shower. It took all his willpower, not to race
to the wardrobe, by the time he came out of the bathroom.
I’m in control, he assured
himself, as he walked calmly there, pulling out his small suitcase.
When
he rummaged through it and found what he was looking for, a smile lit up his
face.
Immediately,
he hummed the lyrics of Black Eyed Peas’ song, to himself, I gotta feeling, that tonight’s gonna
be a good night.
***************
Deji
was pleasantly surprised when his wife cuddled up to him that night. Lying down
in the dark, a smile lit up his face, when he realized that he was going to finally
get lucky, after months of what he had considered drought.
She
had been quite the aggressor, as they made love. Not one to look a gift horse
in the mouth, he had gone with the flow and allowed her ride out whatever
storms that, evidently, raged within her.
When
she was sure that her husband had slept, Tolu removed the arm she had draped
around him and rolled over to pick up her phone from the top of the bedside
drawer, on her side of the bed. She opened the last chat she had received a few
minutes after taking a shower. Sure
enough, the incriminating picture was still there. Underneath was the message, “Avoiding
me is pointless, sweetheart. I told you we have unfinished business, didn’t I?
When
Deji suddenly turned, her heart jumped into her mouth and she put her left hand
over her mouth to stifle the cry that threatened to erupt. He was still fast
asleep and had only turned to lie on his back.
What kind of a
mess did I get into?
Quickly,
she deleted the chat and replaced her phone on the drawer. Rolling over to Deji
again, she reached down and pulled the duvet over their bodies. As soon as she
put her head on his chest, the tears started falling.
TO BE CONTINUED
To read other parts, please go to:
Part One: TABOOS
Olaedo!!!!!!!the suspense is killing me biko,can't wait for events to unfold,wonder what Nike is hiding.....well done for yet another beautiful continuation.
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ReplyDeleteWow! Am hooked! I can't wait for the rest, dis suspence is too much! Great work sis, thumbs up. God bless u
ReplyDeleteAaaarrrrghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! I want more!!!!!!!! Wow! Ola this is intriguing.
ReplyDeleteI am anxiously waiting for the remaining parts pleaseeee. By the way am i mistaken or did you mix up Tayo and Tunde in certain places? Tunde is unmarried and dating Jumobi, certain parts said he was looking at his wife... I am lost
ReplyDeleteFast paced...i like.
ReplyDeleteYou seem to have mixed up Tayo and tunde...
Keep it coming
Adaobi; thanks a lot, dear. I bet you mean Tolu, though, cos Nike seems to have nothing up her sleeves :)
ReplyDeleteSoma; More coming sooooooonnnnn ;)
Anon 07:42; Thanks a lot :) God bless you too!
Sugar sugar honey; You'll get more soon :)
Nas; You're right, I used Tunde twice, instead of Tayo. Thanks a lot for pointing that out. I've amended that now.
Topazo; Thanks, dear :)
Intriguing. This kain family web. I smell something fishy... nice one,Ola.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mimi. Your sense of smell is very keen ;)
ReplyDeleteAhhh.... This suspense though! Nice one!
ReplyDeleteAhhh.... This suspense though! Nice one!..... Olan
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this is my first time visiting, girl you had me reading this long series and am hooked. very good writing.
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Thanks a lot :) Welcome to Golden thoughts.
ReplyDeleteNa wha oh!! Aw long are we going to wait for the concluding parts. Since September, hian! If the story isn't going to continue, den let us know.
ReplyDeleteAnon 17:59; I woulda taken you a lot more seriously, if your rude comment had a name and a face to it.
ReplyDeleteYou know I don't owe you a thing, right?
Really?? U don't owe your readers a thing?? That's a real eye opener. By the way, my remaining anonymous doesn't make me any less of a person that the others who decided to post with their names. If my comment rubbed off u wrongly, den u could have said so, no need to go all gung-ho about it; all I asked was when we were going to get the concluding part before we move on and start reading other consistent bloggers. :P
ReplyDeleteSorry to burst your bubble :)
ReplyDeleteI don't owe you a thing.
I write for the fun of it and if anyone else enjoys my work, then we all have fun together.
There are a lot more 'consistent bloggers', afterall, who'd give you plenty stories to last a lifetime. So...
Maybe you should read your first comment all over again. Being anonymous gives you absolutely no right to be rude to anyone, human or not.
When you are a guest in someone's space, you should be civil, don't you think so?
Madam being-in-your-space, we shall try to temper our comments so as not to come off bring rude, ok? Meanwhile back to the matter, when r u posting the concluding parts??
ReplyDeleteWe, finally, come to an agreement of sorts. Yay!
ReplyDeleteI've been really busy, lately, so the next part will be up as soon as possible. I'm as interested as you are in finding out what happens next :)
Hi dear, please can you mail me your email address so I can add you to my reading list?
ReplyDeleteI coouldn't find a means to reach you......
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Done. Just sent you a mail now. Hugging you right back :)
ReplyDeletesuspense is killin here oo. superb!
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
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EAGERLY WAITING FOR MORE MA'AM. Good job...scratch that, fantastic job!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Atoba☺ Taboos will soon continue.
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