One Hundred and Six

On the way to the Eze's, Felix started feeling hurried. He asked the driver of the cab he had boarded to speed up.

Meanwhile, Mercy was standing before Ernest and his family.

'Mercy my dearest daughter', her father began, looking at her meaningfully.

'These people have come to ask for your hand in marriage. They are of a good, reputable and affluent family. It is a great match. Do you accept their proposal? Should we continue with the marriage rites?' Mr. Eze concluded by asking.

Mercy looked at her father who was still looking meaningfully at her.

She looked at the suitor's family who were smiling expectantly at her.

She looked at the suitor himself and he was looking at her as though he understood but how could he? How could he understand the torment she was going through this instance as she stood before him.

She looked at her mother who smiled sympathetically at her.

She knew that if she had been able, her mother would have prevented what was going on.