Met her father at the introduction. He is also the husband of the woman I have been sleeping with.

Door opens. Her father: Ah, the young man! Welcome, my son. Me: Good afternoon sir. Him: Come, sit. Bimpe, bring zobo. Bimpe is the woman I have been seeing for a year. She walked in with a tray and not one muscle moved in her face. She put the glass in my hand and said, careful, it's cold. I am typing this from the toilet.