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Finding Mr. Perfect Husband by Vicky Bon Uzuazor

by Vicky Bon Uzuazor

Yes, here is the Final Part. In case you missed Part 1,  Part 2, Part 3, Part 4Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 and Part 9 kindly click here, here, here, here,  here, here, here and here and here respectively.

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The moon shone faintly overhead through a weave of branches. Imabasi stood under the guava tree, she looked around her as if seeing darkness for the first time.
He observed her with an arch smile,
then she heard his voice.
A fluttering sounded in the tree branches above
he led her hands and walked her to his sitting room.
He looked at her shivering, an eerie mist clung to the ground. He stood and faced her, watching as her gaze chased up to his. He kissed her succulent lips, licking her lip gloss.

A fresh gust of wind whipped against them as he hugged her tight to himself.

Victor worried about how he was going to look into Imabasi’s eyes and tell her of her own flaws.
He caught her arms and the. whispered, “I have something to tell you. It’s very important.” He said huskily.

Imabasi lowered herself on his soft sofa and fixed a gaze on his eyes. He was shy, but he summoned courage when he realized that he was letting the love he had for her overshadow his sincere thoughts on her attitude.

“You have a terrible attitude Ima.” He said trying to hold her hands.

“You do have a smelly hair. And despite the fact that you have these flaws I love you so much, I still perceive that offensive smell on your hair.” He said.

Imabasi became shy as she put down her face. She didn’t know what to say. She held her hair and tried to perceive the ponytail, but Victor held her hands and then kissed her on the forehead. Her eyes wide, as she nodded.

“But I still love you despite these flaws.” He said, grabbing her to his body.

Pressed against the bed, Imabasi shut her eyes closed. She was ashamed of herself as she thought of what she was going to say to Victor.

“I know my hair smells.” She whispered softly. But before she could say something else, Victor had kissed her deeply.

“Ima,” he said. “I will love you forever. It doesn’t matter how terrible your hair smells, I believe if you truly love me, you will change for me. I will still kiss your hair and love you all the same.” He stood and his attention paused on her face. Lightning flashed and briefly revealed his eyes. She felt strange, as if she wanted to just vanish into the air. She felt pulse danced in her throat, she was feeling uncomfortable and wished Victor had told her of the smelly hair over the phone. She should have argued.

Something was happening between them, and she knew he felt it, too. Despite the fact that she’d talked about his smelly mouth, she wanted to kiss it and rest in her arms. But she was afraid the end of her hair my get stuck in his nose.

He dropped to one knee in front of her. She caught herself on his shoulder. She felt the heat of his body and the power of his muscles beneath her palms.
His palm brushed her calf and the intimacy of the touch nearly made her jump. The gown tugged and tore, her petticoat didn’t suffer the same fate, as it reached only to her ankles.
He had no idea where he was taking her to. But he held her and walked around the house playfully.

For an hour, all they did was play like children. The hairpins in Imabasi’s hair had fallen off one after the other, but she didn’t care when she saw them all scattered on the floor.

Dropping her on the cold terrazzo, Victor began to kiss her again.
Her hair framed the delicate lines of her jaw and sent a wave of protectiveness through him.
He observed her countenance when he began to remove her panties. When he saw the pleasantness in her eyes, he unbuttoned her brazier and threw it on the floor. Covering her with his body.

And for a moment, she felt safe in the warmness of his arms. His embrace was all she wanted.




A gust of wind rattled the window panes.

Imabasi sat upright in bed when Victor knelt right before her in his blue jean trouser and a tuxedo jacket.

Victor inhaled a shaky breath, not certain what to do right there in front of her. He looked up. Their eyes held.

Then he struggled his hands into his jean trouser pocket and brought out a small box that had a ring in it, it was a platinum steel ring.

She’d never been closer to weeping.

His expression changed, he became emotional, tender and intimate. His voice broke down.

“ the first day we met, I knew you were the one Ima. Despite the struggles to convince you to love me, how I had to convince your best friend to lure you into working here in school so that I can be seeing you daily. And even when we are aware of each other’s flaws, I can say that you are the one for me.”

He placed the ring case on the bed.

She wanted to say something, but he took her wrists in a loose clasp and pulled her hands toward him.

“ please marry me.” His voice became husky as tears ran out of Imabasi’s eyes.

She had wished for this moment for so long a time. He looked into her face, trying to gauge her feelings.

“will you?” he asked for the second time, even with a more tender tone.

“yes I will marry  you.” She said in soft whispers.

Victor removed the ring from it case hastily, and put it through her fingers.

Her lashes lowered, veiling her expression as she admired the platinum steel ring on her finger, she became overwhelmed. She stared at him reflectively for a long interval. Then she moved her face toward his, his hand moved to her neck, his fingers tightened. She lifted her face to him, his lips were warm. She felt her mouth open to the gentle pressure of his, then she kissed him uncontrollably.

Her best friend Miriam will be happy that she is getting married to the love of her life.

Her mother will be proud that finally, she will be bringing home a husband.

It would have surprised her to know what he was thinking.

He wasn’t thinking about her smelly hair anymore or the way she talked back rudely at him. Or the way she talked disgustingly about the cigarette smell from his mouth.

He was going to introduce her to his mother in Louisiana and to his uncle Ikechukwu, and his cousin Nenye. He was thinking of how he was going to take her to Chelsea town to meet his elder brother Ogor.

He was going to make love to her and get her pregnant on their wedding night.

Written by Vicky Bon Uzuazor

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