My Hot Temper Husband Episode 1, Episode 2 and Episode 3

MY HOT TEMPER HUSBAND
episode 1-3
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*EPISODE 1*
I will never forget my decision on the 13th of April 20….. that led to the journey of bitterness in my life and marriage. I was a very simple and loving girl until I met Dayo. My mother warned me, but I never listened. I thought I was in love, and love could overrule all shortcomings. I now agree with the Yoruba adage that says “what an elder will see while sitting down, a young person may not see even if he is standing on a tall tree”.
On the 13th of April, I brought Dayo to my mother to formally introduce him to her as my husband-to-be. It was a Saturday morning and mother had been expectant since I told her I was bringing a special guest to see her. Her joy knew no bound when I told her of my plan to come home with Dayo. I had described the person of Dayo with mama. How handsome and cute he was. Mama fell in love with Dayo even before she met him due to all I told mama about Dayo. The preparations for Dayo’s visit was like a woman expecting a king.
Which mother won’t be happy when her daughter is bringing a man of her choice to her; a Christian and a rich guy. Mama ensured she stocked the fridge and freezer with all manner of food and drinks just in preparation for Dayo’s visit. At a time I was jealous because the preparation was just too much. I never had fear if mama will accept Dayo or not because every woman will like him even at first sight.
The long awaited Dayo finally showed up. When I opened the door for him, I whispered to his ear “mama will be happy to see you”. I was impressed with his outfit and I knew that will also impress mama because he was wearing white lace. White was mama’s favourite colour. He bought many gifts for mama, so we headed to his car boot to pick the items before joining mama in the sitting room.
Mama, here is Dayo, my fiancée, I introduced my awaited man to mama. “Ekaro oko mi”, “good morning my husband” my mother greeted Dayo. I have been waitin
*Continuation*
“I have been waiting for you since my daughter
told me you will be coming. I have prepared all
manner of food and I want you to be free
because this is your house. Please have your
seat,” mama offered Dayo a seat.
“My son, what is your name? Mama asked Dayo.
My name is Ekundayo Adeoye, Dayo replied.
Then mama looked at Dayo’s face, “Your name
is Dayo? And you want to marry my daughter?”
“Yes mama,” Dayo replied with a smile. “I love
her ma, and I will like to marry her” he added.
“That’s okay. Kemi offer him something to drink
and join me in the kitchen now.” Mama said and
headed to the kitchen. I was very happy that
mama is flowing with Dayo.
I offered him orange juice and ran to join mama
in the kitchen. When I met mama in the kitchen
her countenance was not as good as it was
when she left the sitting room. I was shocked
seeing on my mum with a frowned face.
“Anything the matter mama?” I asked.
I was shocked with what mama told me in the
kitchen.
“Kemi, you cannot marry that boy,
not when I’m alive.” Mama said
this in anger.
“But why mama?” I asked her.
“You obviously don’t know that boy you brought
home to me” Mama sounded like she knew Dayo
before now. Mama, do you know him? I asked
mama.
“Whether I know him or not is irrelevant for now,
I won’t open my eyes wide and allow my only
daughter to marry that boy. Go and tell him to
go away with his gifts, I don’t want them. He
won’t see my face again before he leaves,”
Mama left me in the kitchen for her room.
I followed her, “But mama you have not told me
why I cannot marry Dayo.”
“At the right time, I will tell you. But he must go
now before I lose my temper.” Mama’s voice
began to go up.
So that Dayo won’t hear, I left to join him in the
sitting room.
The most difficult thing to do was how to
convey mama’s message to Dayo. In between
mama’s room and the sitting room I wept
bitterly. When I joined Dayo in the sitting room,
he was agitated, knowing something was wrong.
He looked at my face and held me tightly,
“What is the matter Kemi? Oh, I can guess,
mama doesn’t like me right?”
It was a difficult question to answer. My tears
became the answer to Dayo’s question. Dayo
was bitter. He pleaded with me to let him go. I
looked at my love being rejected by my mother
as he walked away from me. I was grieved
seeing him leav with his gifts.
I went back to mama, “Dayo is gone,” I said and
my tears moved mama to tears too.
“Kemi, sit down here,” Mama ordered me to sit at
her bedside. “I believe you know I love you and I
will never allow you to enter into a marriage that
will make you unhappy all your life. That boy is
hot-tempered and he will kill you someday in
anger,” Mama said.
“But you don’t even know him, how come you
know he is hot-tempered?” I asked Mama.
“I know him my daughter. Your father will not
forgive me in heaven if I allow you marry this
boy. How long have you been together?” Mama
asked.
“Two years,” I replied.
“And you don’t know he is hot-tempered?”
I kept mute because that was the only challenge
I have with Dayo and I have been praying for
him. I have seen him getting angry like thrice
and his attitude was heartbreaking. But I could
overlook it because I loved him and for the fact
that no man is perfect.
“When your father was still alive, Samuel was
sick and we were rushing him to the hospital in
our car but because your father was under
duress just to beat the traffic he mistakenly
bashed the car in his front. The damage was
minimal, just a scratch on his back bumper. He
came out of his car and it was a young man.”
“Your dad came out and begged him, “please I
am sorry my son, it was not intentional. I could
call my mechanic to come to pick the car to his
workshop for a repair.”
All your father’s plea fell on deaf ears as the
young man began to rain terrible insults on your
father. “You old fool, you think my car is like this
your jalopy?”
“Sorry my son, I was rushing your younger
brother to the hospital, hence I was in a hurry.”
“Who is my younger brother? To hell with him.”
At this time your dad was angry and asked the
boy to do his worse. We were shocked when he
went and grabbed an iron rod and broke our
windscreen right in the presence of other
commuters.
“One woman came out of her car and shouted at
the boy, ” ‘how could you do this? Don’t you
have elders in your family? ‘ ”
“He became so angry and slapped that woman.
When others saw what he did, they all came to
take vengeance for us but your father begged
them not to take laws into their hands.”
“He entered his car and zoomed off. By the time
we got to the hospital, your brother gave up the
ghost. If we had got to the hospital earlier, your
brother would probably still be alive today. You
see why you can’t marry this boy, that is the boy
who killed your brother.”
Episode 3
The story broke my heart so deeply
because I had come a long way with
Dayo. Why must it be Dayo?
I wished this never happened. How will I quit a
relationship that meant so much to me just like
that? If I marry Dayo mama will never be happy
with me all the days of her life.
I was really confused as love and hatred battled
in the spirit. Who will win this battle, love or
hatred? My man whom I love so much is the
reason why my only brother could not make it to
the hospital.
I had already gone deep with him whose anger
sent my brother to his early grave. I am now in
between two hard decisions to make – to leave
Dayo and please mama or to marry him and
displease my loving mother.
For a week, I didn’t pick Dayo’s calls nor return
any. He sent me several text messages but I
ignored them. I was boiling inside of me for the
pain of losing a brother because my man was
hot-tempered.
Dayo never gave up on me as he kept calling
and sending SMS. A week later I decided to reply
to his text message.
“Kemi, how are you today? Just checking on
you”.
“I’m fine”, I replied. He was so excited seeing me
replying his message after one week. Can I pick
you up for a date tonight? He texted.
“6:30 pm,” I replied.
By 5:30 pm he was already waiting at our gate.
He called, “Kemi I am at your gate.”
I checked the time and it was 5:30pm.
“But we agreed for 6:30pm, why are you coming
this early,” I queried.
“Don’t bother, take your time, I will be here
waiting for you,” he said.
“Who was that?” Mama asked me.
“It’s Dayo, we are having a date.”
“No way, I had told you to leave that boy.”
“But mama that won’t be easy for me. I have
not even discussed the story you shared with
him yet. Let me go with him and relate the story
you shared with me and see how he will react to
it.”
Mama kept mute, not saying yes or no. I dressed
up and joined Dayo in his car and we headed to
a Chinese restaurant.
He placed the order, but I was not interested.
Food or drink was the last thing on my mind. I
needed to confront him with mama’s story and
hear him deny or accept. He noticed I wasn’t
touching any of the things set on the table.
“Kemi, you’re not eating?”
“Dayo I’m not here to eat, I came here with
heavy heart and we need to talk.”
“Is it related to how your mother treated me the
last time I came to your house? He asked.
“Yes, the reason why she doesn’t want us to be
married.”
“I wouldn’t want this good moment to be
affected, can’t we discuss that later?” He
pleaded.
I took my bag to walk away when he took me by
the hand, “please don’t go. We can discuss it, I
am all ears.”
“Can you remember what happened on the 2nd
of September, 19xx at about 4pm along Ahmadu
Bello Way? A day a young man’s car was bashed
by an elderly man and the young man got angry
and smashed the old man’s windscreen? Can
you remember a day a young man slapped a
married woman who came in defence of an old
man being harassed by a young man? Can you
remember…”
“Stop!” he screamed at me. “Who told you all
these?”
“That old man was my late dad, the woman with
him was my mother and the boy they were
taking to the hospital was my only brother who
died just when they arrived at the hospital.”
He was dumb founded for several seconds while
his head was buried down to be continued*Continuation*
“I have been waiting for you since my daughter
told me you will be coming. I have prepared all
manner of food and I want you to be free
because this is your house. Please have your
seat,” mama offered Dayo a seat.
“My son, what is your name? Mama asked Dayo.
My name is Ekundayo Adeoye, Dayo replied.
Then mama looked at Dayo’s face, “Your name
is Dayo? And you want to marry my daughter?”
“Yes mama,” Dayo replied with a smile. “I love
her ma, and I will like to marry her” he added.
“That’s okay. Kemi offer him something to drink
and join me in the kitchen now.” Mama said and
headed to the kitchen. I was very happy that
mama is flowing with Dayo.
I offered him orange juice and ran to join mama
in the kitchen. When I met mama in the kitchen
her countenance was not as good as it was
when she left the sitting room. I was shocked
seeing on my mum with a frowned face.
“Anything the matter mama?” I asked.
I was shocked with what mama told me in the
kitchen.
“Kemi, you cannot marry that boy,
not when I’m alive.” Mama said
this in anger.
“But why mama?” I asked her.
“You obviously don’t know that boy you brought
home to me” Mama sounded like she knew Dayo
before now. Mama, do you know him? I asked
mama.
“Whether I know him or not is irrelevant for now,
I won’t open my eyes wide and allow my only
daughter to marry that boy. Go and tell him to
go away with his gifts, I don’t want them. He
won’t see my face again before he leaves,”
Mama left me in the kitchen for her room.
I followed her, “But mama you have not told me
why I cannot marry Dayo.”
“At the right time, I will tell you. But he must go
now before I lose my temper.” Mama’s voice
began to go up.
So that Dayo won’t hear, I left to join him in the
sitting room.
The most difficult thing to do was how to
convey mama’s message to Dayo. In between
mama’s room and the sitting room I wept
bitterly. When I joined Dayo in the sitting room,
he was agitated, knowing something was wrong.
He looked at my face and held me tightly,
“What is the matter Kemi? Oh, I can guess,
mama doesn’t like me right?”
It was a difficult question to answer. My tears
became the answer to Dayo’s question. Dayo
was bitter. He pleaded with me to let him go. I
looked at my love being rejected by my mother
as he walked away from me. I was grieved
seeing him leav with his gifts.
I went back to mama, “Dayo is gone,” I said and
my tears moved mama to tears too.
“Kemi, sit down here,” Mama ordered me to sit at
her bedside. “I believe you know I love you and I
will never allow you to enter into a marriage that
will make you unhappy all your life. That boy is
hot-tempered and he will kill you someday in
anger,” Mama said.
“But you don’t even know him, how come you
know he is hot-tempered?” I asked Mama.
“I know him my daughter. Your father will not
forgive me in heaven if I allow you marry this
boy. How long have you been together?” Mama
asked.
“Two years,” I replied.
“And you don’t know he is hot-tempered?”
I kept mute because that was the only challenge
I have with Dayo and I have been praying for
him. I have seen him getting angry like thrice
and his attitude was heartbreaking. But I could
overlook it because I loved him and for the fact
that no man is perfect.
“When your father was still alive, Samuel was
sick and we were rushing him to the hospital in
our car but because your father was under
duress just to beat the traffic he mistakenly
bashed the car in his front. The damage was
minimal, just a scratch on his back bumper. He
came out of his car and it was a young man.”
“Your dad came out and begged him, “please I
am sorry my son, it was not intentional. I could
call my mechanic to come to pick the car to his
workshop for a repair.”
All your father’s plea fell on deaf ears as the
young man began to rain terrible insults on your
father. “You old fool, you think my car is like this
your jalopy?”
“Sorry my son, I was rushing your younger
brother to the hospital, hence I was in a hurry.”
“Who is my younger brother? To hell with him.”
At this time your dad was angry and asked the
boy to do his worse. We were shocked when he
went and grabbed an iron rod and broke our
windscreen right in the presence of other
commuters.
“One woman came out of her car and shouted at
the boy, ” ‘how could you do this? Don’t you
have elders in your family? ‘ ”
“He became so angry and slapped that woman.
When others saw what he did, they all came to
take vengeance for us but your father begged
them not to take laws into their hands.”
“He entered his car and zoomed off. By the time
we got to the hospital, your brother gave up the
ghost. If we had got to the hospital earlier, your
brother would probably still be alive today. You
see why you can’t marry this boy, that is the boy
who killed your brother.”
Episode 3
The story broke my heart so deeply
because I had come a long way with
Dayo. Why must it be Dayo?
I wished this never happened. How will I quit a
relationship that meant so much to me just like
that? If I marry Dayo mama will never be happy
with me all the days of her life.
I was really confused as love and hatred battled
in the spirit. Who will win this battle, love or
hatred? My man whom I love so much is the
reason why my only brother could not make it to
the hospital.
I had already gone deep with him whose anger
sent my brother to his early grave. I am now in
between two hard decisions to make – to leave
Dayo and please mama or to marry him and
displease my loving mother.
For a week, I didn’t pick Dayo’s calls nor return
any. He sent me several text messages but I
ignored them. I was boiling inside of me for the
pain of losing a brother because my man was
hot-tempered.
Dayo never gave up on me as he kept calling
and sending SMS. A week later I decided to reply
to his text message.
“Kemi, how are you today? Just checking on
you”.
“I’m fine”, I replied. He was so excited seeing me
replying his message after one week. Can I pick
you up for a date tonight? He texted.
“6:30 pm,” I replied.
By 5:30 pm he was already waiting at our gate.
He called, “Kemi I am at your gate.”
I checked the time and it was 5:30pm.
“But we agreed for 6:30pm, why are you coming
this early,” I queried.
“Don’t bother, take your time, I will be here
waiting for you,” he said.
“Who was that?” Mama asked me.
“It’s Dayo, we are having a date.”
“No way, I had told you to leave that boy.”
“But mama that won’t be easy for me. I have
not even discussed the story you shared with
him yet. Let me go with him and relate the story
you shared with me and see how he will react to
it.”
Mama kept mute, not saying yes or no. I dressed
up and joined Dayo in his car and we headed to
a Chinese restaurant.
He placed the order, but I was not interested.
Food or drink was the last thing on my mind. I
needed to confront him with mama’s story and
hear him deny or accept. He noticed I wasn’t
touching any of the things set on the table.
“Kemi, you’re not eating?”
“Dayo I’m not here to eat, I came here with
heavy heart and we need to talk.”
“Is it related to how your mother treated me the
last time I came to your house? He asked.
“Yes, the reason why she doesn’t want us to be
married.”
“I wouldn’t want this good moment to be
affected, can’t we discuss that later?” He
pleaded.
I took my bag to walk away when he took me by
the hand, “please don’t go. We can discuss it, I
am all ears.”
“Can you remember what happened on the 2nd
of September, 19xx at about 4pm along Ahmadu
Bello Way? A day a young man’s car was bashed
by an elderly man and the young man got angry
and smashed the old man’s windscreen? Can
you remember a day a young man slapped a
married woman who came in defence of an old
man being harassed by a young man? Can you
remember…”
“Stop!” he screamed at me. “Who told you all
these?”
“That old man was my late dad, the woman with
him was my mother and the boy they were
taking to the hospital was my only brother who
died just when they arrived at the hospital.”
He was dumb founded for several seconds while
his head was buried down to be continued