EBUKA

Viral chats & messy love stories.
The kind that start with “Can we talk?”

Clips. Twists. Daily drama.

[EBUKA @ebukaeditors]

He was trying so hard to hide how he felt, but one simple question from her exposed him completely. 😏❤️

[⚡THUNDERSTORM ⚡ @YoungD_009]

私は70代の女性です。夫を看取った後、自分の持ち家で一人暮らしをしています。健康診断の結果も問題ありません。地域のイベントに参加したり、趣味の習い事に通ったり、友人たちもいて、自分の人生をかなり楽しんでいます。67歳まで正社員からシニア社員へ移行しながらフルタイムで働いていたため、インターネットもある程度使いこなせますし、基本的な情報収集もできます。
さて、ここからがご相談です。
この春、娘の次女（私の孫）が中学校に入学したのですが、学校になじめず、ほとんど登校できていません。最初は週末だけ私が面倒を見ていたのですが、それが2週間、3週間と長引き、次第に孫に気を遣いすぎて自分自身がまったく休めていないと感じるようになりました。
中学生ですので、昼間に私が外出するときに留守番をさせること自体は問題ないのですが、料理をするときのガスコンロの扱いが心配になります。また、あまりお風呂に入りたがらないため、お湯が冷めてしまわないか気になります。テレビを一緒に見ているときも、少しでも音量が大きいと文句を言われるので、

[EBUKA @ebukaeditors]

@CalistusOb46441 Fair take. Helping with rent is temporary support. Guaranteeing a ₦5m loan is a long-term risk that can affect your own family. Both sides make sense.

[EBUKA @ebukaeditors]

He always showed up when his best friend needed him. But when he needed him, the response was painful. 💔

What do you think? Was his friend right to refuse, or was he wrong after everything they'd been through?

[EBUKA @ebukaeditors]

@CalistusOb46441 Agatha left him unsupervised. Scratchy would be disappointed

[⚡THUNDERSTORM ⚡ @YoungD_009]

「夫も私もO型なのに、生まれてきた子どもはA型でした。」
その一言で、私の結婚生活は一変しました。

夫も義両親も、私を浮気した女だと決めつけたのです。

「O型同士からA型の子どもが生まれるわけがないだろう！」

夫は怒鳴り、義母まで私を責め立てました。

「いったい誰の子を産んだの？うちの息子を騙すつもりだったの？」

私は何度も否定しました。

「私は浮気なんてしていない。この子は間違いなくあなたの子よ」

けれど、誰も聞いてくれませんでした。

夫は子どもを抱こうともしなくなり、義両親も顔を見るたびに嫌味を言いました。

「他人の子どもを育てるなんて絶対に嫌だ」

「こんな子ども、うちの孫だとは認めない」

生まれたばかりの我が子を前に、私は何度も涙をこらえました。

何よりつらかったのは、夫が一度も私を信じてくれなかったことです。

結局、夫の要求でDNA鑑定を受けることになりました。

結果が出るまでの間も、夫と義両親は私を疑い続けていました。

そして、鑑定結果が届いた日。

[⚡THUNDERSTORM ⚡ @YoungD_009]

すると息子は、いつも同じように答えた。

「今は仕事より、お母さんのほうが大事だよ」

その一言に、何度救われたか分からない。

一方、娘はどうだったか。

私が入院してから半年以上、一度も病院に顔を見せなかった。

電話もほとんどなく、息子を通じて「一度会いたい」と伝えても、

「仕事が忙しい」
「子どもの面倒を見なければならない」

そんな返事ばかりだった。

もちろん、娘にも家庭があり、事情があるのだろう。

私も母親だから、無理に責めることはしなかった。

寂しくなかったと言えば嘘になる。

それでも、いつか顔を見せてくれるだろうと、心のどこかで待っていた。

そして、ようやく退院の日がやってきた。

息子が荷物をまとめてくれていたとき、病室の入口から聞き覚えのある声がした。

娘だった。

私は思わず嬉しくなった。

「やっと来てくれたのね」

そう思ったのも束の間だった。

娘は私の顔色を気にすることも、体の具合を尋ねることもなかった。

開口一番、こう言った。

「お母さん、退院できてよかったね。実はお願いがあるの。これから毎月の年金を全部私に渡してほしいの。子どもの習い事にもお金がかかるし、家計が本当に苦しいのよ」

私はしばらく言葉が出なかった。

半年以上も病院に来なかった娘が、私の退院を待っていたかのように現れ、最初に求めたのが私の年金だった。

隣で聞いていた息子が、思わず声を上げた。

「姉さん、母さんが半年以上入院している間、一度でも顔を見に来た？母さんにはこれからも薬代や通院費が必要なんだよ。年金まで全部渡せるわけないだろう！」

すると娘は、悪びれる様子もなく言った。

[Sir.Faruq @SirFaruq55]

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[EBUKA @ebukaeditors]

He thought he was the one making the move, but his girlfriend's response showed she had something of her own in mind. 😂❤️

[EBUKA @ebukaeditors]

No hesitation, no games. Straight to the point. 💀🔥

[Chinasa @Chinasa7v32]

One minute of pure SVU tension. Who else felt that?

[EBUKA @ebukaeditors]

Using a child as a weapon is a different kind of heart break. 💔

[EBUKA @ebukaeditors]

He really thought she was playing games until that last text dropped 😳

[Beey'sBlockbusters @BeeysBlckbustrs]

I HAVE BEEN SECRETLY DATING MY HUSBAND'S BOYFRIEND FOR TWO YEARS🤯.

I discovered my husband was sleeping with the same man I'd been having an affair with for TWO YEARS. But when the three of us finally sat down together, my husband revealed that he'd known about my affair from the beginning.

I'm 34, and I've been married to Daniel for seven years.

We have two children, a beautiful house and what everyone considers a perfect marriage.

Except our marriage hasn't been romantic for a long time.

Two years ago, I met someone named Oliver at a friend's birthday party.

He was funny, attentive and made me feel wanted in ways I hadn't experienced in years.

We started seeing each other secretly.

I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to end it.

Last month, I found a photograph on Daniel's phone.

He was kissing Oliver.

I recognised the apartment in the background immediately.

It was the same apartment where Oliver and I had been meeting.

I felt physically sick.

I waited until Daniel got home and placed the photograph in front of him.

He looked at it.

Then he smiled.

"How long have you been sleeping with him?"

I couldn't speak.

Daniel poured himself a glass of water and said:

"Because I've known about you two since the beginning."

Then he told me to sit down.

He had something much worse to confess.

[EBUKA @ebukaeditors]

Imagine discovering your wife secretly transferred ₦10 million from your joint savings to her ex without telling you. The real shock is how easily she made such a huge decision behind your back. 💔

[EBUKA @ebukaeditors]

She knew exactly how to make her husband’s mind leave everything else behind. 😭❤️‍🔥

But that last message might have made the wait even harder… 😏

[Beey'sBlockbusters @BeeysBlckbustrs]

My sister was married to a man who was secretly sleeping with our younger brother. She knew about it, encouraged it, and had a secret relationship of her own with his older brother.

I thought I was uncovering one affair. I had accidentally walked into a family arrangement nobody wanted exposed.

My family is extremely religious, so you can imagine what happened when I found out.

My sister, Vanessa, had been married to Daniel for four years. They had a beautiful house, a comfortable life and a reputation for being the perfect couple.

My younger brother, Marcus, was 23 and had recently moved back home after university.

I never suspected anything between them.

Until I borrowed Marcus's iPad to order food and saw a notification from a contact saved as "D."

The message read:

"I miss sleeping next to you. I hate pretending you're just my wife's little brother."

I froze.

I opened the conversation.

There were hundreds of messages, hotel bookings, photographs and conversations dating back nearly a year.

I couldn't believe what I was reading.

I confronted Marcus that night.

He started crying before I could even finish my first sentence.

He begged me not to tell Vanessa.

I asked him one question.

"Does she know?"

He wiped his face and said:

"She's the one who introduced us."

I genuinely thought he was joking.

[⚡THUNDERSTORM ⚡ @YoungD_009]

I ran downstairs, locked the front door, and walked to the car. My son was already sitting in his seat. I sat on his lap and slid my legs inside the car. Looking down, the dress barely covered my thighs and had hitched up quite a bit. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a T-shirt. I closed the car door.
I was glad I chose to wear this dress. I could feel the bare skin on the back of my legs touching the bare skin of my son's legs. "How are you doing?" I asked my son.
"I'm fine, Mom. You're really light, so it's no trouble at all."
I looked at my husband over the TV. "Do you have enough space to drive?"
"Yeah, I'm good," my husband answered. I could only see the top of his head. "Can you see me?" I laughed.
"I can only see your head, honey. How's the ride?"
I shifted a bit on my son's lap. "Yeah, it's not bad at all."
I turned on the radio. As I listened to the music, I felt something hard pressing against me. I tried shifting my hips, but it didn't go away. I also noticed that my son had suddenly gone quiet. There was nothing like this when I sat down, I thought to myself. Then I realized what I was feeling. My son had gotten hard. It hadn't crossed my mind at all that sitting on his lap would arouse him. I felt it getting bigger. My goodness, I thought. How big is it going to get? What was he thinking? Did he assume I wouldn't notice it wedged between my buttocks? I looked down at my legs. My dress had hitched up a little further, almost revealing my panties. My son's hands were resting on the seat on either side of my hips. Could he see how high up my dress had pulled? I felt a slight thrill from the dress being so short. The fact that I was getting my son turned on gave me a secret arousal. We had only been on the road for an hour. There were still 4 hours left. My husband shouldn't be able to see how high my dress was pulled up. If he could see, he'd be staring at my legs, but the TV blocked his view. I felt my son move. With that motion, his hard-on bumped against the back of my rear. I found myself secretly hoping he would make a move.
"Are you okay, Mike?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Mom. How about you?"
"I kind of like this," I replied. "Doesn't your arm get tired resting your hands like that?"
"Yeah, the position is a bit awkward."
"Then why don't you try this? It might be more comfortable." I took both of his hands and placed them on my bare thighs. "How's this?"
"Yeah, this is much better."
I looked down. When I placed his hands high up on my thighs, I laid them palm-down. His thumbs were touching the inner part of my thighs, right near my panties. I liked the view. I wished he would slide his hands up and touch me directly. But I knew he wouldn't do it on his own. The more I felt his hands touching me, the stronger my desire for him to touch me more became. I placed my hands over his. This would look like an innocent maternal gesture. I began caressing the backs of his hands like a mother would, but another intent filled my mind. I looked toward my husband. I loved the situation where my husband was right next to us, yet my son's hands were touching me. While stroking his hands, I tried moving them just a little further up my thighs. He didn't resist. Now his palms were over my dress, and his fingertips were still touching my bare thighs. I lifted my hips slightly and pulled my skirt up a bit. His hands moved along with the skirt. Looking down, I could see my panties. His fingers were just a hair's breadth away from touching them. I grabbed his right hand and placed it on top of my panties. He kept his hand there. I opened my legs slightly. His hand sank down between my legs. I gripped his hand tightly and pressed it against my body over my panties. My son's hand was touching my panty-covered mound. I felt myself getting wet. I wanted more. Even when I let go of his hand, he kept it there. He didn't move it around; he just left

[EBUKA @ebukaeditors]

He may be stuck at work, but his mind is already home with his wife. And he's not hiding his intentions tonight. 😏🔥

[Beey'sBlockbusters @BeeysBlckbustrs]

My father attended his own funeral. I know because I have a photograph of him standing behind his coffin, watching us bury him.

He died when I was twelve.

Heart attack, according to my mother. Quick and painless, according to the doctors.

I was too young to question anything.

For eleven years, I believed he was buried in the family cemetery. I visited his grave every birthday, sometimes leaving flowers, sometimes just sitting there talking about things I couldn't tell anyone else.

Then last Sunday, my grandmother called me.

She was crying so hard I could barely understand her.

She told me to come over immediately and bring the old family photo albums.

I found her sitting on the floor surrounded by photographs.

She handed me one.

It was taken at my father's funeral.

Everyone was dressed in black. My mother was holding my hand. Relatives were standing around the coffin.

And behind the last row of mourners stood my father.

Same face. Same height. Same scar above his eyebrow.

He was looking directly at the camera.

I laughed nervously and asked who had edited the picture.

My grandmother slapped the photograph out of my hand.

"Your father wasn't the one in that coffin," she whispered.

Then she told me something even worse.

My father had called her three days after his funeral.