"Honey, let’s call your parents."
I looked into his eyes and smiled at my husband of forty-five hours. "No, not yet."
“They will surely kill me this time."
“No point delaying the inevitable,” he laughed. "I'm sure they already know their daughter is one crazy chick."
I pulled myself up from my beach towel. “It might have occurred to them that I’m not like my siblings, but I don’t think my mother ever imagined that I would pull a stunt like this.”
“Eloping? That was the best thing I’ve ever done,” he said, running his fingers down my arm.
“Same here. But I’ve deprived my mother of a chance to shine and wear aso-ebi with her friends so she will never forgive me.”
Truth be told, I wasn’t afraid of calling my parents. I’ve been familiar with their exasperation with me since childhood. I was the daughter they didn’t know how to deal with. I broke all their rules, disappointed all their expectations and somehow managed to make it through life on my own terms. Getting married without their knowledge sounded like fun when Ayo suggested we should run away together. It was to be my final act of rebellion. But now I pondered if it was a step too far.
“Come on, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” he said.
“Okay,” I said, getting up and putting on my sandals. “But you’ll do most of the talking.”
We walked back to our hotel room and placed the call to my parent’s home in Nigeria.
“Daddy! Good evening.”
“Adeola, how are you?”
“I’m fine dad. Is mummy around?”
“No, she’s out.”
“Listen, daddy I’m calling from Thailand…”
“Eh, where? What are you doing in Thailand?”
“I got married two days ago and I…”
“You did what?”
I promptly handed the phone to Ayo and took a few steps back. I listened in amusement as he explained our move to my dad.
A few minutes later he hung up.
“Well?” I asked.
“That wasn’t so bad,” he smiled. “But he said you’ll be hearing from your mum when she gets back.”
“Great!” I said. “Get ready for some emotional blackmail.”
“I can handle that.”
“So you won’t mind if I give you a list of my cousins and girlfriends, and you’ll explain to each of them why they won’t be in my bridal party?”
“Not at all. If you’ll explain the same to my family too.”
“That’s fair enough.”
We both smiled at the ludicrousness of it all. What an interesting way to start married life.