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“My daughter,” his father said, looking straight into my eyes. “I’m just admiring the very beautiful house you have here and I am so glad to enter inside,” he said, smiling sheepishly.
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That night, I couldn’t sleep. Gabriel – my husband was snoring loudly beside me while I was still trying to process all that happened that day.
Suddenly, our door pushed open. I froze in shock as my heart hammered against my ribs, there was still nothing under my nlghtie; just like the tradition demanded.
I heard footsteps move closer to our bed and that was when I looked, to my greatest disbelief, my jaw dropped in shock.
Standing right there was my husband’s father, reaching out to t0uch the edge of my blanket.
“Sir?” I called out. “What are you doing?”
I was expecting him to pull back, he was in my own matrimonial room, my husband was right beside me but he didn’t seem afraid. Instead he continued and immediately he puIIed the bIanket completely off me.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, my husband was sIeeping just beside me for God’s sake!
This man leaned even closer to my ear and whispered. “Be quiet my daughter,” he muttered.
“I have come to confirm if you truly obeyed our tradition and most importantly, I must have a tẹst of you, I must confirm if you put on any p@nt under there, when I am in this house.” Continue reading at
That night, after my father-in-law whispered those words, I felt as though the blood in my veins had frozen. I grabbed the blanket tightly and pulled it over my body while trembling in fear and shock.
“Get out of here right now!” I shouted in a low voice, trying not to wake the entire neighborhood.