Vwala! The Birthday Betrayal

Mmmhhh…

You’ll say I love gossip?

Yesterday, I attended a birthday party. Everything started innocently enough. The music was good, the vibe was right, and my only mission that evening was to shake properly.

And believe me, I delivered. My behind went up, down, up, down, left, right, left, right, down, up. You people think I can’t shake? Please. Don’t dare me. My behind might have reduced but it still understands the assignment.

Anyway, let me get serious with this gossip.

I wasn’t drinking. I’m celibate from alcohol until December. Yes, celibate. But that didn’t stop me from having fun.

Now, next to our table sat four ladies sipping on Red Label. You know the type that dances while sitting, pretending they can’t stand because “they’re shy.” I promised myself I wouldn’t poke my nose into anyone’s business, so I focused on my shaking duties.

But then… Vwala!! How do you write that “vwala”? You know, the one for surprise?

A man joined their table. And honestly, I didn’t want to look but curiosity won. Why was one man sitting with four women? Red flag! Our table had three men and three women. Balanced equation. So, naturally, I had to investigate.

One of the ladies, wearing a red mini dress, looked like the official girlfriend. She was kissing him, cuddling, dancing…you know that kind of behavior that announces, “He’s mine.” The rest were hyping her up like loyal besties.

Two hours later, the main lady was a bit tipsy but holding on. One friend had already passed out, while the other two were on the dance floor, completely unbothered.

The man stood to dance with the one in black trousers. Out of pure concern (and gossip curiosity), I decided to keep an eye on them. You know, just in case there was an emergency and I’d need to give a statement.

That’s when the show started.

These two weren’t dancing. They were whispering in each other’s ears and touching each other in ways that made me want to say, “Excuse me sir, public decency?” I saw everything. Live live.

Meanwhile, the main lady was busy on the phone, probably directing someone to the venue. When she finally turned and saw what was happening, Vwala! She lost it.

She dragged her man away, shouting that he was getting too close to her friend. The man sat down and started doing PR, you know the soft-talking, arm-rubbing, “baby relax” kind of apology.

Moments later, she stood up and asked her friends to accompany her to the washroom. Only one went.

Now listen, the minute she left, the man and trouser lady hit it off again! Like they’d been waiting for that moment. Touching, whispering, holding each other tight… It was a whole live telenovela.

Then, Vwala (again!), the main lady came back and saw them mid-action. She went mad! She ran straight to their table, grabbed the Red Label bottle, and tried to hit her friend. The man blocked her just in time.

Insults started flying across the table.

“You’re my friend but you’ve always been a prostitute! You love people’s men instead of finding your own husband!”

The trouser lady clapped back. “He’s not your husband! He hasn’t married you! He loves me. Ask him!”

Then she turned to the man and said, “Choose. Me or her.”

The man, suddenly pretending to be calm and wise, said nothing. The main lady was now shouting louder. Everyone around was watching.

Finally, she said, “You think he can love you the way he loves me? Have him! Let’s see how long you’ll last. I can’t fight for a man.”

And just like that, she picked her handbag, called her friends, and walked out.

But guess what? she hadn’t paid the bill! Now I was worried for the waiter.

The man quickly sorted it out and followed her outside. And because I’m a concerned citizen (and lowkey invested), I followed too just to see how this movie would end.

Outside, the lady was crying. Her friends were consoling her. The man went straight to her, apologizing and blaming the trouser lady for everything. Apparently, she tempted him. Imagine the audacity!

And the worst part? The main lady forgave him. Just like that. No proper begging, no accountability — nothing! It’s like she knew he’d follow her, and that’s why she waited outside instead of leaving.

But now I’m left wondering…
What if they live together, and she had nowhere else to go?
What if she blamed the trouser lady to feel like she “won”?
What if she thinks that man is her only shot at love?
Or maybe… maybe that man bewitched her?

Anyway, I didn’t even like the trouser lady. She wasn’t beautiful. Her hair was bad. She didn’t have hips or anything in front. She can’t even shake like me. Honestly, I still don’t understand what that man saw in her. 🙄