❣️❣️ YVAN ❣️❣️

It is with a beating heart that I get out of my car towards my parents' house. The elders of the family wanted to meet Frida and me. But as she is in her native village for health problems concerning her father, I decided to come alone. As soon as I met Mom's gaze, she turned her head to the side.

Yvan: Good evening mom

Mom: Hmmm

Yvan: Mom, I greeted you

Mom: And I answered you

Yvan: And since when hummm is a greeting?

Mom: Sorry, don't bother me. Go there to see the sages.

I lowered myself to his level and took the opportunity to steal a kiss on his cheek. I pulled out a wrapper behind my back and handed it to him.

Mom: Do you think you can buy me with this?

Yvan: I can no longer give a present to my mother?

Mom: When you kicked me out of your house because of your thing, I wasn't your mother? And speaking of her, where is she?

Yvan: Her father has a health problem and she went to visit them.

Mom: If it's not his mother, it's his father. Tsuipp. I bet all his expenses are still in your account or what?

Yvan: Mom, seriously, you're going to have to stop calling my wife all the bird names. That she hasn't given me a child yet, doesn't give you the right to treat her like a nobody. I love you and I love him too. . She's my wife, the one I chose and the one I want. Whatever you decide, I won't part with her so all that's left to do is accept and live with it.

Mom: Accept a woman who has done nothing with her ten fingers? Even run a house, she can't. You even have to see all the servants she took just for you two. To be a wife is also to take care of her husband, to take care of her man and her house. But her other, to cook it is domestic, to clean it is domestic, your laundry is always domestic. I wonder if she once cooked an egg for you?

Me: Ok, I see you'll never love her no matter what I say

Mom: You understood everything, we don't even know what you find in him. It is thin, it looks like a loaf of bread.

I didn't answer him because it wouldn't help. I'm even already used to his insults and negative comments towards my wife. I love it, no matter what my family thinks. I took the hallway that leads to the garden to find the sages when my mother rushed to come and pull her wrapping from my hands.

Mom: Didn't you say it's for me? Tsuipppp

I watched him turn around and burst out laughing. This woman will never cease to amaze me.

Maryse: Oh there you are!

Me: hi sweetie

Maryse: Yes hello Yvan, dad sent me to see if you had already arrived. They've been waiting for a while now.

Me: Let's go

Maryse : And my beautiful sister?

Me: She returned to her village for a family affair. I'll tell you about it later

Maryse: Ok, let's go.

Me: Where are my nieces?

Maryse: Ah, you're pretending you don't know his children, how turbulent they are. No thanks .

We still chatted for a long time before reaching the garden where more than ten people were gathered. I lowered myself to greet them before taking a place when they gave the signal.

Me: Thanks Uncle

Me: Frida had a family emergency. She left before you sent me the summons.

Dad: Son, you know the tradition, you grew up here all your life. God blessed you and you have a scholarship. You went to the United States, his grace accompanied you and today you own architectural companies in your name across at least six African countries. You have neglected no member of this family. You kept this education that your mother and I acquired for you.

The country has not changed you, you are also yours and for all that, I say thank you. But if we called you here today it's because of your wife. No one was against your idea of ​​marrying Frida Léboné, although it went against tradition, you made an exception to the rule for you. And although Carole gave you a daughter, you weren't forced into anything. But today we realize that this decision was the worst mistake of our lives.

Your wife, the one we have chosen for you, will not procreate. That's why the sages and I have decided that you take Carole back as your second wife. Let her live under the same roof as your wife and you, so that she will soon give us the grandsons.

Uncle: We can understand that you don't like Carole, but she gave you a daughter, our only granddaughter who bears our surname do-Rego. You are my brother's only son and tradition calls for little boy sons. And two years of Marriage is enough to do us this honor already. That's why we made this decision. I'm done for now. If you have a few things to add, we're listening son.

All their talk, I just had my head down. I have never disrespected anyone in my family, be it my parents, my aunts or my uncles. But this second wife thing is really starting to choke me. I never had any feelings for Carole. I never saw it as a potential relationship.

She's a mom's friend's daughter. When I came back from the trip, Mom had insisted that I ask her out. We drank a lot that night, we slept together that night and the result gave birth to Kevine. I love my little girl but I didn't feel anything for the mother and from there to take for a second wife, no it's abused.

Dad: Talk to us Son.

Me: Dad? Uncle ? I listened carefully to what you said and I also thank you for emphasizing my respect for each of you. It's true, I fully understand your point of view regarding this children's story. My marriage is only two years old, it's not too late either to look for a replacement.

And the idea of ​​taking a second wife never interested me. That's why I would like to ask you to give me and my wife a little more time for this baby that you want so much. Forcing me to marry Carole would make her unhappy, including me. I don't like him and I don't think forcing us to live together will make me like him. That's all I have to say for now. Thanks

Uncle: My boy, we listened to you and as you suggested, we leave you to your wife and me, within a month. If no pregnancy is on the horizon, whether you love Carole or not, you're going to have to marry her.

Uncle 2: In addition, your wife is not of our ethnic group. Every time we come to you, we feel like strangers. She was not very welcoming and worse, she served us only white dishes. If you took Carole, at least she knows how to flatter us and she is a specialty of typical African meals.

Me: Frida spent a lot of time abroad. It's normal that his way of life differs from that of Carole. But that doesn't make her a bad wife. Why don't you try to get to know her better?

Dad: Two years for you seems insufficient? Your mother came to complain the other time because you kicked her out because of your wife Yvan. It's not that we don't like her, the thing is that she's very different from what we would have wanted for you.

Me: But I chose her, dad. My feelings don't matter to you.

Dad: Of course it counts, that's why we don't ask you to divorce but to take you a second wife. But as you said, a month would be enough to maintain his place.

We talked about my wife's indifference a long time before they decided to release me. I didn't hang out there too long, I went straight home. I called Frida to hear from her and find out more about her father's state of health, but she did not answer.

Tomorrow I will go to their house to support my wife and help my parents-in-law. I asked the servant to bring me lunch because the desire to stay alone at the table does not please me at all. I went straight into the shower but I was amazed when I saw Carole naked in my shower.

Me: No, but what are you doing here in my shower?

Carol: Your mother...

I pull a towel from the shower door and throw it in his face.

Me: Tie it up and get out of here immediately

Carole : Ta mère m'a dit ...

Me: My mother nothing at all Carole, you clear that's all.

Carole: Why have you always treated me so miserably?

Me: Because I don't like you and the fact that you turn my family against Frida makes me hate you even more. Frida will carry my child and you will disappear completely from my life.

Carole: Sorry, but you and I bonded for life because of Kevin. I deserve your attention, your consideration, your love by this one who brought you nothing at all.

Me: You are leaving my house.

Carole: As long as your mother doesn't give me permission, I'm not going anywhere, Yvan.

I tug on her arm and drag her out of my room. I do not like to abuse a woman but Carole abuses. I don't know what my family finds in him. She tricked me into giving her a child and since she couldn't get hold of me, Madame came from my family to become part of my life.

She was screaming begging me to release her but I didn't react and continued to drag her. In the rush, his towel falls, the time to hand it to him that I feel the door open revealing Frida. His eyes were filled with hate. She drops her purse and walks out of the living room crying. I ran after her, as soon as I put my hand on her shoulder, she turns around and gives me two good slaps.

Frida: It's no longer in your interest to touch me, Yvan. How could you team up with your family to do this to me?

Me: It's not what you think Frida.

Frida: And that sentence always comes out when someone catches you red-handed.

Me: Yet you know me Frida, you know I'm not like that. Carole never interested me, Kevin came on a stroke of luck.

Frida: I saw him naked and you're shirtless... How should I interpret that? Without forgetting that your family only wants one thing, to break you with them. And apparently you agree with them.

Yvan: Please Frida, listen to me...

Frida: Let me go Yvan. It's too much for me .

Me: You're in no real condition to drive. Stay sleeping here, tomorrow when you're calmer, we'll talk about it my love.

Frida: I saw you in my house with your daughter's mother in an awkward position and you think I'm going to sleep there?

She turns her back on me again and unlocks her door.

Me: Frida please...

It goes up and starts without listening to me. I ran after the car to the gate before stopping. Damn, all that's missing is that. I stood outside watching the car disappear into the dark. No longer able to take all this anger, I went to drag Carole to the gate. And if she's going to keep coming between my wife and me, I'll take Kevine from her and she'll never see him again.

I've been here calling Frida for an hour without any sign from her. I left her more than 20 messages in addition to the calls but in any case, she gave me no sign of life. Exhausted, I ended up putting my phone on the bedside. Lying in my bed, I'm just going around in circles. I don't know how to get her to believe me.

Damn, Carole gets me by the pulse and not her alone, Mom too. I jumped out of bed as soon as my phone rang. But all my excitement collapses when I see that it was not Frida but a foreign number.

Me: Hello!

Me: Hello!

I sigh thinking for a second

Me: Okay! Tomorrow I will be in his office.

Me: Thank you!

I hang up letting myself fall on the bed. If only she knew this is the worst night of my life. I called my secretary so that she prepares my trip tomorrow and also makes a reservation at my usual hotel. I prepared the necessary papers before going to bed to try to get some sleep. Tomorrow as soon as I finish with the Minister, I will resume the first flight. I have to fix the stupidity that caused Carole in my life as a couple.

After my breakfast, I picked up my phone to call my wife but her number was unavailable. I don't want to call the in-laws, I don't know what she must have told them. Can't wait for me to finish quickly with my appointment.

It struck 10 am when I crossed Cameroonian territory. My car was already waiting for the exit, I took the wheel and immediately went to my appointment. The assistant who phoned me yesterday ushered me into her boss's office.

Me: Minister

We shook hands and he gestured for me to sit down. He wants to build a new house and he absolutely wanted me to take care of it. He explained to me the exact plans he wanted and I drew it for him.

He released me very late, I don't think I can fly in my condition. I messaged my secretary to cancel the ticket for tomorrow. Time for me to refocus on the path that I notice a woman about to cross. Shit, I brake suddenly. When I look up at this idiot who can't cross, my heart skips a beat when I see Frida standing in front of me.

Frida (Faith): Sorry, excuse me.

Me: Frida? You here ? In Cameroon ?

I wince hearing the man call my wife by that little nickname. Besides, she didn't say Frida but faith... Why did he call her that?

Me: Release my wife right now, you idiot. And you can explain to me what you are doing here and why this imbecile calls you bb?

She froze, staring at me like it was her first time meeting me. I don't understand why she's dressed that way, so sloppy. Usually she is always sophisticated and elegant, high fashion.

Me: Are you going to remain silent for a long time, Frida?

Yvan: You shut up, I'm talking to my wife. Answer me Frida, what are you doing here? And who is he?

Frida:

Me: Your cousin?

Gil: Yes, Gil Léboné continues, holding his hand for me. I hesitated for a moment before taking it.

Me: Yvan do-Rego, her husband.

Gil: We've always said that we'll do our best to get you there in Gabon, but with the harshness of life, the money for the plane is proving to be much more difficult to find.

I put on a fake smile before turning back to my wife. I don't know why but I don't feel this man.

Me: Why didn't you tell me about him? And I still don't understand what you're doing here?

Frida (Faith): So what? Are you going to interrogate me in the middle of the street like a criminal?

Me: I'm not interrogating you like a criminal, I'm just shocked to find you here with this man when you were supposed to be in Gabon for your father's health. Is it normal that I get angry?

Gil: I... Sorry, but you were absolutely right. It's all my fault. It was I who insisted that she take the first flight to Cameroon to come and help me solve a small problem.

Frida (Faith): Uh That's right. You know, we are in Africa. And the culture requires certain rituals.

Me: Seriously? Are you mad at me? Since when do you care about his ritual things and such?

Frida (Faith): Uh...I...Dad's health needed us to go to our country of origin. I had planned to call you but...

Gil: She was robbed when she left the airport

Me: How? You're okay ? They didn't do anything to you?

Frida (Faith): Uh...No...

Gil: Other than the loss of her bag and everything in it, the rest is fine. Isn't it bb?

Me: Stop calling my wife that.

Gil: It's just a pun between us

Me: Well, I don't like it

Gil: Oh sorry...

Me: I'm going to call the transport minister, I've just left him. He's going to help me file a complaint against the idiot who dared to attack you.

Gil: The transport minister you just said?

The two look at each other worried. Their faces expressed not only concern but astonishment as well. Frida is very weird, her reactions are very suspicious and this story doesn't even hold up. We came here to Cameroon several times. She never told me about her family who supposedly live here. Could she be cheating on me? And that they made up this whole story?

Me: Yes, he's a friend. You act like you don't know him Frida.

Frida (Faith): Of course I know him. The thing is, I feel too overwhelmed by the events of his final hours.

In two strides, I found myself in front of her. First she had a moment of recoil, which makes me frown

Frida (Faith): Sorry...

Me: I understand that you are still angry about what you think is going on between Carole and me. But as I said to you there, I repeat it to you here too. Nothing happened . She doesn't interest me, she's just my daughter's mother. For now, we're going to settle this story of stealing your bag and...

Frida (Faith): Uh no, don't be shy. There was nothing important anyway.

Gil: She's right, let's not waste time on all that.

Frida (Faith): You go home and I won't come later.

Me: Do you think I'll leave you here and go back to the hotel? We're going to drop off your cousin at his house and I'll take the opportunity to get to know the rest of your family.

The two looked at each other, I don't like that knowing look they exchanged.

Me: Come up....

Gil: Are we going to go with your car?

Me: And why not?

Gil: It's a very dangerous district, there's no shortage of robbers in the streets.

Me: Let them come then? Climb

The two just stood there staring at each other. I have the impression that they communicate with their eyes. I insisted and they went up. We drove for a good thirty minutes in absolute silence.

Me: How far is it?

Gil: Yes, he replies that his phone started ringing.

Gil: Hello my love!

(………)

Gil: What? Wait for me, I'll be right there.

Frida (Faith): What's going on Gil?

Gil: Syria has a problem and I have to go..... Sorry brother in law but we will have to postpone the visit of the family. My fiancé has a problem and I have to go.

Frida (Faith): I'm coming with you

Me: No, you stay with me Frida. We're going to the hotel and tomorrow we'll contact him again

Frida (Faith): At the hotel?

Me: Yes our usual hotel.

I feel her trembling and worried. She looked terrified, which I understand less and less. Why would she be afraid of me? The more I observe it, the more I find it different. She got down and hugged her cousin before climbing back up to take the seat next to me. I bypassed the car and we took the road to the hotel.

She had her head turned to the other side and paid no attention to me. I know she's still mad at me for having found Carole at our house. But I am also for having hidden from me his coming here and this story of Cameroonian origin. I park in our usual hotel and therefore ask him to get off. Her eyes were in awe of everything, she reacted like it was her first time here when we've been here countless times.

Me: Are you sure you're okay?

Frida (Faith): Yes! Why do you ask me this ?

Me: You look weird and different.

Frida (Faith): Did you forget that I caught you with another woman?

Me: And I explained to you why she was there? Since when did you trust me so little Frida?

Frida (Faith): (………)

Me: I understand that my family puts pressure on you at times, but together and united as we have always been, we will succeed in overcoming all that. And with everything we've done in the past week, I'm sure our baby's on the way.

As soon as I try to put my hand on her stomach, she pulls back again.

Me: It's the second time you put distance between us. What's going on Frida?

Frida (Faith): Nothing, I'm hungry, can I order something?

Me: You're sweaty, I'd rather we go upstairs and take a shower before going down for a romantic dinner.

I get ahead of her but she stays in the same position without moving.

Me: Are you coming?

Frida (Faith): I....I have to tell you something. I ..

Me: You can tell me whatever you want afterwards. I need a shower. Let's go my love.

Seeing that she still wasn't moving, I went to pull her by the hand and force her up. As soon as we entered the room, she isolated herself in a corner. I took off my jacket and my shirt followed the same route. She immediately averted her eyes.

Me: What's wrong with you Frida? You make it look like you're seeing me naked for the first time.

I pull her from her corner and force her to sit next to me on the bed. I maintain his mentor and force him to look me straight in the eye. My free hand reaches out to stroke her face. My fingers brush against her lower lips and a shiver runs through my whole being. Even after all her years, I still manage to melt in front of her. I bring my face closer to hers but she pushes me away and gets up very abruptly.

Frida (Faith): Sorry but I stink of sweat. I have to go take a shower.

Me: Ok

Frida (Faith): I don't have an exchange outfit

Me: I'll have an outfit delivered to you. Go ahead

I breathe as soon as this one rushed into the shower. I remained thoughtful for a moment before going downstairs to order an outfit. I asked for a dinner to be brought up for us, it's better for a romantic evening in our room than in the restaurant. I ordered everything that would make him envious and brought him back the dress that I put on the bed. I take off my pants to join her in the shower but to my greatest regret, I notice that the door was closed from the inside.

Since when does she lock herself away so I don't see her? I was so shaken that I even forgot to put my pants back on. I was there naked as a glass of earth when the door opens on her in a towel. She had a reaction that shocked me even more. She looks away as soon as she notices my nudity.

Me: What's going on? And above all, don't tell me that it's nothing. You've been weird all the time. You don't want me to touch you, you lock yourself in the shower and since that wasn't enough you run away from my nudity. You're going to tell me right away what's going on.

Frida (Faith): I....I'm disturbed by the pressure coming from your family.

Me: That still doesn't explain why you're running away from me.

Frida (Faith): I'm not running away from you.

Me: Oh no?

I find myself in front of her in two strides. Without her seeing it coming, I remove the towel tied to her body. She lets out a shout of honor trying to hide her genitals. I block her arm and pin her against the wall. I squint at his lips before looking longingly into his eyes. She's all hot, her pounding so hard in her chest it looked like it was going to come out.

Me: It's just me my love. Me ? Yvan, your husband. The man who loves you like crazy.

She closes her eyes, pressing her lips tight.

Me: Look at me bb... Please.

I insisted for several more minutes before she finally opened them. I push back with my hand the hair that covered his face and we never let go of each other's eyes. I glue my body more against hers so that she can see the stick she is giving me. I press my forehead against hers before roughly capturing her lips. My tongue makes its way and slips into her mouth. She resists a bit before completely relaxing. I let go of her lips and go straight for her well trained tits.

I suck the end of the one on the left and lick it gracefully. She screams incredible, which redoubles my desire for her and makes me hard like never before. It's weird because she never cried for so little. She hardly moans when I make love to her and hearing her scream there for so little worries me and at the same time drives me mad with desire.

I suck his nipples, suck him leaving him a bite of my teeth. My hands on her hip, I lift her and she instinctively wraps her legs around my loins. We continued to kiss passionately as I led her to the table closest to the room.

As soon as I put her on it, she hastens to tighten her thighs against my hip, bringing us even closer against her. I release her lips and stare at her. There is something wrong, something different, new. But the excitement I feel there all does not allow me to describe what was really hooked.

I plunge back into his neck and devour them with passion under his intense screams. The more she screams, the more I have a hard-on like crazy. With a sweep of my hand, I sweep the contents of the table and lay it there. I push two fingers into her mouth, which she began to suck quietly while I lower my other hand towards her sex. I was about to stick two fingers inside her when my phone rang.

Me: Don't move, I answer and come back.

I almost run to grab my phone but I get stuck seeing the name displayed on my screen. Frida calls me while she's lying there naked in front of me?

Me: Can you explain to me why your phone is calling me when you're there in front of me?

She hastily straightens up and runs towards me all trembling.