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Must Read: My Sexiography... Episode 113
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Must Read: My Sexiography... Episode 113
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Chidusky (m)
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If you missed the Episode (112), read it HERE!!!

Few minutes later, Becky arrived and I took her straight to meet my mum and did an introduction that got Becky blushing from cheek to cheek. Mumsy how ever deflated our bubble when she asked Becky the name of her Family. It turns out Becky and I were related, she was sort of a cousin from my mother’s side of the family. I breathed a sigh of relief when mumsy finally said it’s traditionally allowed for Becky and I to be together in that the relationship was in the mother’s side, but it’s forbidden if we were related paternally.

Introductions done. Becky won’t follow me to my room, she wanted to be the model good daughter in law as she got herself busy in the restaurant, washing plates, cleaning tables and clumsily attending to customers. I was forced to hang back in the restaurant with her. Mumsy already had started calling her our wife. I was surprised with how fast she got chummy with Becky considering the rapper she and Queen already developed. I remembered Queen had earlier insinuated she had struck a bargain with my mum over me. I wondered what the bargain was.

Around 6 pm, I finally pulled Becky into my room. She went straight to the only chair in the room, normally I expected her to have gone to the bed. This is weird. I asked her to join me in bed but she refused, it was as if she knew mumsy would be prowling around. Mumsy balled into my room unannounced wanting to know about some irrelevant thing. I knew she was chaperoning the both of us. She refused to leave until I got fed up and informed her that I want to start getting ready for the bon fire night.

“What about Omiyom, you forget she is bringing the child over this evening?” Mumsy asked in Hausa, not wanting Becky to code.

“Mum, please help me take care of this, tell her I went out when she comes” I replied in English.

Becky was looking at me with a confused expression.

I quickly got ready for the bon fire, putting on a blue jean and a camouflage top.

Hand in hand, Becky and I walked toward the rock that was to be used for the bon fire night. We climbed up and secured a vantage position. In no time the place got crowded as more and more people joined us.
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