82. Touching Story 2

Afterward, we visited my place and met my father's numerous wives. I also met my stepsisters with their children, and I could gaze the father of the children. Their mothers were among the wives, who were against my mother for speaking out and turned blind eyes when my father slept with them, and it paid off. At least, they were not killed like my mother and their sons were living. Now, Fidel and I were faced with a bridge too far to cross. I was informed that my father passed on some months back after a prolonged ill health.

My mother's co wives, both those he married after I left home, were disgruntled when I introduced Fidel as my husband to be. It was obvious that out of the sixteen daughters in the family, I would be the first to marry properly. They scowled at him maliciously, before the first wife looked at me and snarled, “Where is it done that a father had not been buried, and a daughter is getting married?”

Her statement left Fidel and I more confused. Meanwhile, their eyes h