Always Yours.

Three.

AKIN 

I adjusted the purple bow tie, my gaze on the mirror in front of me and put on the black tuxedo jacket complete with black brogues. The whole ensemble looked nice and I must say I looked even handsome than I normally did.

I flashed a grin at my reflection and turned in different poses. A bored face poked his head into my reflection and just like that the smile ran away.

"Are you done? Because I'm tired of staring at you being stupid," Ifeanyi being his normal cheerful self said and I hissed.

"Why are you ruining my day ehn wetin your face dey find for my mirror."

What's your face doing in my mirror.

"Guy do make we comot for here joor, you go dey look like say na you fine pass." Emeka said from his seat by the changing room.

Guy be fast so we can leave here, you act like you're the finest guy.

"Abi o help me tell am o when no be say na him dey do wedding sef." Ifeanyi hissed and I gave him the stink eye.

Help me tell him, when he's not even the one getting married.

One of these days I'm going to throw this guy in the river and watch as the water carries him away for me.

"You guys are just hating on me cause I'm the best man." I stuck my tongue out at them and struck another pose. "E dey pain una for body but as per the best man I gas to look good na."

You guys are just jealous but I have to look good being the best man.

"Because you be best man now person no go hear word again abi." Ifeanyi said and I laughed. It just felt good to rub it in his face. He wanted to be the best man but he wasn't and it was not like he made me his best man when he got married last year.

Because you're the best man now, we won't have peace again.

"i***t, fool, he-goat." he grumbled and that just made me laugh harder.

Femi came out of the changing room all decked up in his tux and flasheys us a smile.

"How do I look guys?" he asked and Emeka spoke up before any of us.

"You look good, now lets go I'm hungry already ahn ahn. When you're not a woman, you've been in there for hours already, wetin you dey do? Besides who the hell comes for their fitting just a week to their wedding anyway."

"It's like they're frying plantain on your head, was it not all of us that came here to get our measurements done two months ago so the tuxedo can be custom made." Femi fired at him and I chuckled.

"I wonder how your fiancée manages with you, all you know is food." I teased.

"Ehn thank you, supporter's club sha let's go, I'm too hungry for all your nonsense this afternoon." Emeka said.

Two of the attendants came to our aid and took the tuxedos back as we took them off.

"Please don't mix up the address and have this delivered on Friday." Femi instructed and we exited the store.

"I can't wait for Saturday to come it feels like I should just go to sleep tonight and wake up on my wedding day," he said excitedly and I laughed.

For a guy who loved women he sure was excited to get tied down to one. His excitement made me remember how excited I was during my wedding preparation. I had been so excited and eager to get married, I had refused to stay away from Desire the eve of our wedding. Though we'd slept on the same bed several times, Desire hadn't let me make love to her she had insisted on breaking her virginity on the night of our wedding.

Thinking back now, maybe if we had stayed away like we were supposed to things wouldn't have turned out the way they did and she'd still be here with me.

It's been three whole years since I last saw her and despite all my efforts to find her, I haven't been successful. I've hired all the private investigators I could find but it's like she doesn't want to be found. No social media presence at all and she'd even moved out of her apartment three years ago with no traces.

I've not so much as looked at another woman ever since she left, I've been celibate with no one to warm my bed even though I've had several proposals from women who were more than willing to warm my bed every night, and I'll remain that way till she comes back. 

For all I know she's probably moved on already but the thought of my wife with another man just made me upset and I'd rather hold on to hope that she still thinks of me than the alternative. 

We walked into the first restaurant we saw and took a seat at a table of five, Emeka rushed off to order our food and I took my phone out to check my emails. A message popped up on the screen and I opened it, a nude picture of Stella– a friend of Femi's fiancée who's made her feelings for me quite obvious– showed and I shook my head.

The woman was relentless, I've told her several times that I'm married but she refused to listen, it was like it went in one ear and came out the other. I deleted the picture immediately and put my phone back in my pocket.

Emeka came back a while later with a spring in his step and a smile on his face, he took a seat in front of me and wiggled his brows at me.

"Guess what?" he asked and I obliged.

"I just saw a totally hot waitress and I think she likes me, I mean who can resist my dashing good looks," he said and I raised a questioning brow.

"Guy don't you have a fiancée?" Ifeanyi asked.

"Of course I do but it doesn't hurt to see a pretty girl and admire her, that's hardly cheating and besides she was the one flirting with me," he looked up and tapped the table, "Here she comes guys, you'll see what I'm talking about."

A dark skinned lady in a uniform walked up to us and brandished a radiant smile at us, she puts down a tray full of food and Emeka and Femi carried their plates.

"I'll be back with the rest of your order," she totally ignored Emeka and left.

Few minutes later, she came back with the rest of the food. I picked up my plate of jollof rice and a napkin fell on the table, it had a lipstick stain and a number was written on it. I looked up to see the waitress still standing there, she made a phone call gesture and mouthed 'call me'. She winked at me and sashayed away, making sure to shake her bountiful ass as she left.

Emeka stared at her retreating figure with his mouth wide open and Ifeanyi snickered.

"Yeah, she definitely couldn't resist your dashing looks." Femi mocked and he glared at him.

"Sorry bro, maybe next time," Ifeanyi tapped his shoulder while laughing and Emeka shrugged off his hand.

"Shut up joor." he fired further increasing his laughter and I chuckled. My friends were definitely something else.