The Secret Laughter of Women Page #6

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him anywhere.

Why didn't you let me know?

Call me, if he turns up.

I expected something like this.

For goodness sake,

let's just get out of here.

If you'll get embroiled in that

you'll never leave.

- Where are you going?

- She needs me.

- You don't understand, so do I!

- Yeah, but I need her!

- Well, what about me?

- You'll rise above it!

What happened?

He's run away.

He hasn't run away,

he hasn't run away

from anything in his life,

this is just a prank gone wrong.

Even with the wedding

I just can't believe

that he would run away

from me like this.

We are alright,

Sammy and I.

- What is Fola going to do...

- Oh, f*** Fola!

Exactly! I'm going to search

in the neighbourhood.

Oh God!

Oh my God!

Matthew, be careful!

Sam! Sam!

Can you hear me?

- Yes!

- He's alright!

Sammy!

I'll get him!

Oh, my God!

Oh, Sammy!

Are you alright?

Mamma, I'm so sorry, please,

don't be angry with me...

Oh, mamma, don't be angry

with me, please...

I'm so sorry...

Thank you, Matthew.

I nearly lost Sammy today.

So did I.

Come home with me.

Both of you.

I love you.

I'm getting married tomorrow.

- You can't be serious.

- I am. He has no name.

- I know, I don't care.

- I care.

He'll have a father, and a name...

before he's old enough to understand

what it means

to be without one.

And you?

I know who I am now:

I am Mamma Sammy... that's all.

Please, go.

Quickly.

I went onto the river,

and saw a beautiful girl.

We courted her, and married her.

Now we've come for our bride.

Is this the one?

She's young and beautiful,

as the year's first rains.

But our bride is more beautiful still.

No, she's not the one.

Is this the one?

She's healthy as

the ripening crop.

But our bride is more fruitful still.

No, she's not the one.

They're calling you.

- Is this the one?

- Yes, this is the one.

Nimi, woman-wife,

do not say harsh things.

Fola, man-husband,

do not do harsh things,

remember, a marriage

can break till afternoon.

You will escort her

to our house,

when she crosses the threshold,

she'll be ours.

Will you just behave yourself?

Mamma!

What is this?

All this neighbourhood!

I... uhm... read somewhere,

that Eve was tempted by a tomato.

Field is a name,

too, you know.

What is he talking about?

What about your wife?

You are my wife.

"The package deal".

Trust me.

Big Eyes...

I'm sorry.

Matthew...

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