HER Husband SLAPPED And HUMILIATED Her At A PARTY,What She Did Next SHOCK…#story #folktole #tales – Ty

Ema love won’t buy fuel will DK’s love pay or fill our gas listen to me’s mother said to her trying to tie her rapper right she was just sitting outside peeling yam that they would eat that afternoon I am not asking you again I am telling you stood up quietly she was already crying mama Mh. I love DK. I love him so much.

Mama, he’s a good man. Mother could not even let her finish. She stood up angrily and hit the knife she was holding on the tree. This girl, your father died poor. I suffered with him. I won’t let you repeat my mistake. I have already collected the wine. Your turn so fast. You did what? Mama, I said I already collected the wine.

The wine is with me. Hes family came here last week. They bought five crates. Five big ones. No style or trophy. They brought five crates of hen with a large envelope. Each was standing there looking confused and shocked. Mama, are you joking? I don’t remember saying yes to marrying. Let me tell you my dear, you don’t need to say yes. You are my child.

I am protecting your future. The jama stood there. Tears was just streaming down her cheeks. Her mother hissed and said to her, “You better clean your face. I don’t want this nonsense on the wedding day.” Before came, there was DK. DK was the mechanic. DK was the soft spoken boy who feisted Kek without charging full price.

DK will wore the same outfit, the same three shirts every week but always smell like the toe. DK who saved every cobo just to buy Jama ring and he promised that he will marry her. DK and EJ was in love, but Mama Ejama did not approve of their relationship all because DK was just a poor mechanic. DK promised that he would propose very soon and he would do anything in his powers to make Ich’s little brother like him. He would buy him anything he likes.

I would always smile. She saw future in his eyes because she loved DK so much. DK was just living in one room apartment where he managed. But that is not what Mama Jama wanted. One day DK decided to come and greet I’s mother. He was kind enough to go and buy bag of oranges. And when he approached house, he cited mother sitting down in front of the house. Mama, good evening.

Oh, how are you doing? But’s mother did not even reply the greeting. She didn’t even look up from what she was doing. The next thing that came out of her mouth was so you see they follow my daughter after everything. Mama, please. I just came to say hello. Ejama’s mother angrily stood up and faced him.

Let me tell you, DK, you have no future with my daughter. But mama, I love her. E DK, love is not food. Go and marry your spanner. My daughter is not for poverty. Jama’s mother entered the house and banged the door. Vik stood there very sad. He doesn’t know what else to do so that Mama Ema would approve his relationship with her daughter.

After he stood there for few minutes, he walked away. That night after a witnessed what her mother did to DK, she cried and said to herself, “I would fight for you, my love.” But she didn’t know that the fight would be harder than her heart could carry. After that encounter, I tried all she could to convince her mother to that she would approve the relationship she has with DK.

But it’s mother refused because family have been flaunting wealth, sending her money, sending her all sorts of food stuffs and gifts. How can she after experiencing such happiness and overflow of money in her bank account, she would allow her to settle for less? No matter what Jama did, her mother stood her ground and warned her.

After the whole back and forth, EJ had no other choice than to get married to the marriage preparation started. Etch’s family came with cars, long ones. The whole villagers came out. Even children that were never seen before came to look. They came with two Toyota Hilo trucks, one Mercedes and one small car just for drinks.

They wore laces, red caps, dark glasses. People clapped. Mama Ema wore her beautiful lace with big ger. She danced like her daughter had just won an award. Ima just sat inside. She was not happy. Her hands were really shaking. But she had no choice. 2 days before the wedding, Mama Ema sat beside her and said to her today proposed to you.

You can see this is how women enjoy life and this is how you are going to enjoy when you enter his home. Jama just stood there. She didn’t even reply. She was so angry. But who is she to talk? She just looked at the ring E gave her. is sparkled like he want to blind her, but it felt so cold on her hands.

She’s not even happy seeing such an expensive ring. But who is she to talk or even complain if not her mother would nag her and even warn her and threaten her. The wedding was really loud. They brought three DJs big cake with five steps. The catchers came in matching uniform as shall be everywhere. People dance, they took selfies, they spread money, even the senators himself came.

Mama was the happiest woman that day. Mama Jama hawkked everyone. God has done it for me. She kept on shouting. But as I stood beside Ech, her smile was fake. Ech barely looked at her. He was on his phone half the time at his own wedding. Jama had to ask him if he was okay. He just said to her, “Please don’t stress me.

” That was her own welcome into his word. After the wedding, each followed home. Ech lived in a very big houses that has a lot of chandeliers, marbot for and gold coins. But there was no peace. Etch’s mother, Madame Gloria hated Jama. From the first day, Madame Gloria looked at her. She was looking at her like an enemy. So this is the girl my son picked.

She said, staring at each from head to toe. She looks simple, too simple. Jama smiled and greeted her that day. Good afternoon, mama. Good afternoon. No, Madame Gloria replied. But from the way she was talking to that day, you could already sense that she doesn’t like her. Just two weeks of I getting married to the first slap came. It was just like a warning because that fateful day went out stayed all night calling his phone and he was not speaking.

Ended up waiting for him and when he came back apparently asked him where he was and why he was coming back home. By that time of the night backed like a dog. How dare you? Are you asking me question as your body guide or your boy boy? The next thing I witnessed was a very sound slap on her face and he warned her.

Don’t you ever in your life question me again. Don’t talk to me in such a manner. I am not dick. I know you had a lover. I already know everything about you before I came to marry you. I am not that riffraff DK. So please if you try that next time, you will not like yourself. Before could finish talking ran to the bathroom.

She locked herself inside and started looking herself in the mirror. She immediately picked up her phone and called her mother. Mama, he slapped me. Oh, this is just 3 weeks after we got married. First it was her mother. Now this mother was quiet for a while and she then said to her, “Eh, did anybody die?” “No, right.

” “Eh, then don’t cry like a baby. Marriage is not for for children. It’s fire and fan. You will have to learn to manage. Oh, learn the things he does not like and prevent it so that he will not raise his hands on you again. could not believe her ears. Her own mother supporting a man who just raised hand on her. She angrily ended the call.

The next week it happened again, this time inside the car. And I was going to an event, but was drunk. He had already drink some alcohol at home before they entered the car to leave. I’m assessing how fast he was driving. She then told him, “Please, you’re driving too fast. Can you reduce the speed?” “This stopped the car and gave her a round slap.

” He then pulled her out of the car, left her by the roadside, and continued to the event. Ema suffered that day. She worked 2 hours to get home because she can’t go to the event looking so tattered and worn out. After she got home so exhausted, few minutes later came back and said to her, “I hope you learned your lesson today that you do not have the right to be questioning me or telling me how to drive my own car.

I am teaching you respect since your mother did not teach you one. I hope you learn it and don’t speak to me in such a manner next time. It broke down. She just sat on the floor there and cried her eyes out. A chair was sitting on the sofa looking at her and was seriously pouring salt into her injury. You think I’m like those poor boys who you beg for love? Eh, he was laughing and was mocking her as she was crying.

After that scenario passed, each of started noticing something strange. They have a maid named on and she noticed that on always followed her around. She would enter room without knocking. And anytime I questioned her, she would pretend that she’s cleaning, but she’s always spying on her. One afternoon overheard on talking on the phone.

She was talking and she was really talking very low so that no one else could hear her. But because each had been noticing her strange character, she kept an eye on her. So she stood and was listening to her conversation. Yes, madame. She’s in the room. She’s just lying down. She wore that blue gown you don’t like.

Froze, but she stayed quiet and listened. On continued, madame, she even cooked rice this morning. She added too much salt. I tasted it. It was then each man knew that on had been reporting all her activities to her madame Gloria HS mother. Out of anger, each stepped inside and shouted her name. On who are you talking to? On jumped out of fear.

Ah, auntie, it’s nobody. Oh, it’s just my sister. Your man looked at her and requested the phone. Give me that phone right now. No, auntie, it’s a personal call. I said, give me the phone. On ran to the kitchen and locked the door. Jama stood there very shocked. By evening came back home and he didn’t even answer the greeting when greeted him.

Instead, he started questioning her. Why are you shouting at Uni? My mother called me. She said you are misbehaving. Me misbehaving. I am not misbehaving. You should have asked me what happened before you conclude was spying on me. I caught her. Started laughing. H spying. She’s just a maid and she’s taking orders. Then why is she calling your mother every time telling her all the activities and everything I do? Etie’s face changed immediately.

Wait, are you saying my mother is wrong? No, I didn’t say I didn’t say that though. Before each could finish her sentence and not that slap on her face. The sound of that slap air, it rang across the room. Each just held her face crying. Don’t you ever in your life talk about my mother like that. Shouted at her.

From that day, I privacy was gone. Every Sunday, Etch’s family would come to his house to eat, including his mother. And whenever that woman was around, she would be making jokes about e so I had someone born rice this week, she would say, looking at Tai, it’s such a pity. My son likes perfection. Everyone laughed. just stood there looking at them.

Then one Friday came. Et’s friend invited them to a party. It did not want to go to that party. She was tired and her head was heavy. But insisted, “See, you will follow me to that party. You’re going to wear that red gown.” tried to complain that she’s not getting herself, but gave her the kind of eye. She knew that if she talks again, slap will enter.

She obeyed instantly and wore the red gown and they left. At the party, people were dancing, music was loud, drinks everywhere, and the drunkard. He drank way too much. He laughed way too much and he kept on staring at other women. Jama leaned in and said to him, “E, please let us go home. You have drank enough.” asked with his eyes very red.

What did you just say? I said I said, “Let’s go.” Before EJ could finish that sentence again, it just slapped her right there in front of everyone. The whole environment was silent for some seconds. Then to distract what was going on, the DJ played another song like nothing happened. People looked, some shook their head, but nobody said a word. Each stood there.

Her cheek was bunning and she was crying. She wanted to leave but grabbed her arm and he commanded her to sit down there that they would go when he wants them to go. Finally after they got home was really down. She had no other person to call and complain if not her mother. She called her mama I am tired. Jama’s mother asked her what happened.

Rama, he slapped me in front of people, in front of his friends. He slapped me and embarrassed me. The Jama’s mother was quiet. She didn’t say anything. It was that was shouting on the phone. Hello, mama. Are you still there? She was now forced to say, “Eh, I don’t think eh. You know what men do when they are angry?” Ah, I’ve warned you.

I’ve warned you, Jama. Avoid anything that will make that man to be slapping you. You should have known him by now. Eh, mama, is that what you have to say? I’m telling you that Asia embarrassed me in front of people and this is all you have to say? I I should I should learn him and not do things that will make him angry.

Mama, I am your only daughter. I followed your advice as a good daughter would do. I am now paying for the consequences and you are there in your house enjoying their money. BJ’s mother now started doing the manipulating thing. Do you want people to laugh at us? Do you want them to say you left a senator’s son? My child, please endure.

My daughter, endure. Marriage is not rice and being so even your father that poverty killed. Even when the two of us were married, I know what my eyes saw. She sh but I was still there and I give birth to you and your brother. Please my daughter endure. Jama angrily hang up the phone because she knew that her mother will continue spitting rubbish out of her mouth. She felt alone.

Even her own mother had closed doors on her pain. Weeks then turned into months. Each started losing weight. Her beautiful gowns no longer fit her. Her smile had disappeared. Even her skin looked pale. All the mates that walk in the house continue gossiping about her. She doesn’t eat much. Oh, maybe your does not give her peace.

heard all the gossip but said nothing because every night came back home drunk. He would just be shouting the whole house and would be throwing things at her. Sometimes he pushed her to the floor and commanded her to sleep on the floor for that night. Jama would always stay inside the bathroom and cry for hours because she does not want to be seen her crying.

Anytime he noticed that he would mock her and make fun of her. Then one morning fainted. She was brushing her teeth and suddenly she felt her head spinning. The next thing she was on the floor with the water running. When oni heard that something fell, she ran into the bathroom only to see on the floor unconscious.

Screamed or come and see madame is not moving. Ran in lifted her shouting wake up stop this nonsense. But was too weak to speak and she was really unconscious. ET rushed her to the hospital and when they got to the hospital the doctor checked her. They put on drip. The nurse later came back and started talking to madame please can I talk to you who was weak replied and said to the nurse yes that she can talk.

Then the nurse said to her your blood pressure is too high. You are young and this kind of stress can kill you. Sometimes most of our patients that they brought in the way they brought you, they do not make it. High blood pressure kills. Please madam, your life is in danger. Whatever is happening at home, you need to protect yourself or else the next time they will bring you here, you will be a dead person. Jama was really shocked.

She was just lying down on that bed crying because she has no words to say to the nurse. That night at the hospital bed, she just stared at the ceiling. She started thinking of DK, the only man that gave her peace. She was remembering his gentle touch and the way he used to say to her, “I will build a home with you even if it’s one room.

It will make us happy.” She thought of mama’s words that kept on ringing on her hair. Love won’t buy us fo. Now she was in a big house but she had no joy. She had money oh but no joy, no peace and no happiness and she kept on wondering if all of this is actually worth it. Few days in the hospital after that she was discharged and EJ came back home with a plan.

She would try again and she would be the perfect wife. No more talking back. No more asking questions. No more crying where could hear her. She wore long gowns. She cooked pedan with ibusi his favorite. She would rub his feet greeted him like a king. Yes sir. Yes sir. That was what a mastered to do. Even when it hurts, even when her body was tired, she would continue at night.

She sat quietly whenever he shouted. She smiled when he insulted her. And she would just pray to God, “Please, I just need peace, and I’m willing to do anything for this peace, so I do not want to die or go back to that hospital in a coffin.” So she thought. But will the peace come? H E got worse. He stopped hiding his insults.

One morning he threw her bra outside the window and was screaming at her. Ema, what kind of a village woman are you? Eh, look at the bra you are wearing. It’s not as if I do not give you money. Why would you be wearing this one bra that looks like your your village masquerade in this house? As was talking, his voice echoed across the whole house.

Neighbors peeped through their windows, listening, but nobody said anything. PJama just went out of the room, picked up her bra, folded it, but she did not cry. She promised that she will go and get bra. The next day, did not bother exchanging words with her. He just sat, picked up his phone and started texting someone.

As he was doing that, he was smiling. Jama was curious to know who he was chatting with and then asked her. He turned, “So, you still have mouth to talk after all the nonsense you just did?” Jama immediately apologized, but in her heart, she knew that that house is no longer hers. That evening, each went into the guest room to iron clothes.

Along the line, she reached for the socket to own it, but she saw something strange. A small black dot behind the cotton rod. She stood on a stool, looked closer, and it looked like a camera. It had a red light blinking. She checked the window. No one was watching. She looked properly. Eta was fast asleep.

She climbed and took the camera, opened the back, and he had a memory card inside. She removed it and hid the card inside her bra. When Etcher went out that night, she locked the doors, insert the memory card inside her phone, and she started watching everything that was inside the memory card. clips of her cooking.

In fact, clips of her doing a lot of things in the house, changing clothes, bathing, bathing to pick things. And one of the video stand out. In that video, Essie was seated laughing and he was on a video call showing another woman. H see who I married a real bush girl. Anyways, I was forced to marry her. But I will use her to learn patience.

The other woman that Et was talking to, continued laughing. See her? She still wear those village sandals. See now look. Et zoomed in the jama sandal showing and her cracked feet. They both continued laughing. Well, she’s my charity case. At least her mother is enjoying why she’s here paying for the consequences of marrying someone because of money.

Jama was shocked. This thing she just discovered was really shocking to her. She was a charity case. Her mother sold her out. Jama’s body went cold. She didn’t even bother to cry or shout. She just sat there thinking. Few hours later came back as usual. She threw his keys on the table and shouted, “Why is my food not ready?” I immediately stood up and went and served him food quietly.

Ate and then went to bed. Immediately he went to bed. It packed one bag. That was all she needed. Immediately she noticed that almost all the people in the house, the housemates, everybody has slept. She sneak out and she ran away. She has heard about a woman that owns an NGO that cater for women who are orphans and don’t have anywhere to stay.

This woman counted herself as an orphan because with that kind of mother that she has going back to that house is a no no. So she had to go to that NGO place that they get free shelter and they also teach them some skills. When she got there the next morning, she was welcomed inside and she was given a place to stay.

2 days later she decided to on her phone because she has switched off her phone for some days and the first call that entered was her mother picked up the phone. The mother shouted, “Where are you? So you finally want to shame me, Abby?” Jama was quiet for some times. And she then replied her, “Well, mama, you sold me. You sold me to the highest bidder.

But I am sorry. I owe my life and I choose what I want to do with my life.” You collected wine and collected big fat envelope and still collecting money every month from them. You were in your house eating, giving give away to the villagers as if you are the best mother on earth while your daughter is inside another man’s house fighting for her life.

Mama, please I have choose myself and I will choose myself over and over again. Your man’s mother was so angry. So this is what you want to do. Disgrace me after I helped you. What were you lacking in that house? Your husband provided everything you needed. Mama, you see the reason why I picked this call is for me to tell you that I now have peace.

But I will not exchange words with you as you see me. So I have started my life all over again. I am taking my life step by step and just leave me alone because after I end this call I will be throwing away this SIM card. The next time you will see me I would have become somebody in this life and that your so-called in-law wouldn’t have the mind to double cross me or do anything stupid.

He can go and marry another charity case. As for me, I choose myself. IA ended the call and weeks after she left from weeks it turned into months stayed at that NGO where they gave them shelter. She was able to start learning fashion designing. From there she learned how to sew skirt, shirt, gown. She worked day and night. Little by little she earned a little money out of the small small job she was doing and she rented a shop.

She named it piece by thread and she saw her first ever costume dress. She wore it and was so proud of herself as she stand in the mirror talking to herself. You did it not because of a stupid man, not because of money, but because you choose you. With time, EJ’s business became popular. She made sure she advertised it well on social media.

She even had to employ hands to help her at the shop because the other was really choking her. By the time her mother saw that her daughter was doing well for herself after so many years, she called her. One day picked up the call and the mother said to her, “My daughter, I am sorry for what I put you through. I let greed get to me and it made me to choose money over you, my beautiful daughter.

I am so sorry. Would you forgive me?” then I would love to meet you. And the good news is that I had to refund HTS family the bright price they paid on your head. You are as free as a bird. And I want you to forgive me for everything that I did to you. Each was happy. At least the bright prize was returned.

But she said to her mother, “Mama, I have forgiven you a long time ago. You are my mother after all. If I did not forgive you, I wouldn’t have picked your call. But just know that I can’t let you inside my life anymore. Your mother cried and begged, but each stood her ground. I am sorry, mama. I can’t let you inside my life.

Lie lie. Just continue to stay where you are. The distance that we are is better off. At least you now know that you can’t exchange your peace just to impress people. And marriage is not a punishment for poverty. Your soul is not a third prize. Peace is not sold in wine and rapper.

Mama, if to say I did not make that choice and I lose myself, what do I really gain? You see, I made the best decision for myself. But you were against it. So because of that stay your lane. I don’t want you in my life. Even if I get married tomorrow, you are afraid to come. But unfortunately I will not entertain you in my house.

I am sorry mama but I have moved on from that pain. But the thing about life is that I can’t forget. Hello besties. If you were EMA, would you forgive your mother and still let her back into your life like nothing happened, like she didn’t cost you pain? Give me your comments in the comment section, guys.

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