“Hi”
“Hello” I replied
That was Jide’s sister I guess. . . It was kinda weird, I mean this
type of date. Jide didn’t tell me we were going for lunch at his
parents. Too sudden I guess. . . It’s just date 2 after a six months
reunion. Maybe he was overwhelmed in the excitement and he is
trying to taking things a little bit up notch or he is trying to impress
me. Whichever way, I am here already and it’s too late to turn
back but I am definitely gonna make sure to tell him not to pull
that kind of surprise on me again. I’m not used to it. I can only
pray the lunch goes well.
“This is Sade Jones, my sister. Our last born. She is in the University
studying Food Technology. In her second year actually.”
“Hi. It’s my pleasure to meet you.” I replied, facing the sister and
exchanging handshake with her. What lady does handshake? Except
me! Handshake is typical guys.
“And this is my brother, Femi Jones, he’s the 3rd born, after me.
He is in his finals at the University, studying Chemical Engineering.”
“And finally, this is my big sister, she’s the first born of the house,
I came after her. She’s married and she came around to spend some
days with Mum and Dad with her husband. She graduated four
years ago with B. A. Mass Communication and she’s an ace
broadcaster. Her name is Kayinsola and this is her husband, Uncle
Funso.” He said pointing facing their side.
“And their little baby Folakemi.”
“Good evening ma, it’s a pleasure to meet all of you.”
“It’s our pleasure to meet you too.” They said in chorus. It’s like
they’ve rehearsed it but yet I was still a little bit uncomfortable. I
am yet to meet the real goons of the house; Mr. and Mrs. Jones.
Finally, the table was set and we were all seated to eat when Mrs.
Jones walked in and I greeted her warmly and she gave me a warm
embrace not knowing who I am yet. Maybe it never mattered for
now because I was with her son and she knows definitely the
introduction is going to come. With everybody seated except Mr.
Jones, but not for long as he walked in a top and short. His face
looked familiar. Can’t remember where but I hope it’s not where I
am thinking it is and I hope it’s just an assumption and that
hopefully none of us has ever seen each other before. He sat down
and was calm but I greeted him and he greeted me too.
Jide blessed the meal and he told his family he wanted to say
something.
“Before we eat, I would want to introduce someone who all my
siblings have met except you Mum and Dad.”
“She is. . .”
“She is nobody!” Jide’s dad screamed.
Everyone was surprised and now it looks like my world was gonna
crash.
“Dad!”
“Son!” He screamed back at Jide.
“This is no girlfriend of yours.”
“She isn’t my girlfriend yet dad but I was gonna ask her to be my
girlfriend today hoping she wasn’t gonna turn me down again.”
I really wished Jide hasn’t said that, that wasn’t necessary or
maybe it was my feelings that was hurt.
“Well son, this is no soon-to-be-girlfriend of yours!”
“What’s going on here?” Jide’s elder sister, Kayinsola asked, facing
her dad.
“Hey young lady, stand up, on your feet.” Chief Jones screamed at
me.
I couldn’t stand up, my feet were cold, it was obvious we had met
in the course of my rendezvous but I can’t remember having
anything to do with him.
“Do you remember me? Allen Venue, late last year, around 10pm?”
I was speechless still.
“You see son! This girl is a hooker! A prostitute. She sleeps with men
for money and the sexual enjoyment.” He said facing Jide.
“And how do you know all of that Dad? 10pm? Allen Avenue?
What were you doing there?” He said with his voice becoming violent
towards his dad.
“I won’t have you question me in my own home or create
unnecessary fuss over this prostitute here. This lunch is over.”
“Shall we?” Jide’s voice beckoned on me to stand up.
I left without a word. I was broken. Jide never said a word
throughout the drive home. Even when he dropped me at home, he
never uttered a word or open the door of the car for me as he
used to. I sat for an hour in front of the house speechless, sad and
hurt.
The whole compound was extremely silent. It was becoming late, to
7pm. I decided to open my door. I came in, on the light to an huge
display of fresh blood all over the rug, smelling so fresh. I was
scared. No one was around. Not even one neighbour. Has someone
broken in? And by the way where’s Amaka? She was supposed to
be at home. What has happened to her?
I dialed Amaka’s line countless times, it wasn’t reachable. There’s a
huge cause for alarm. Where’s Amaka? Who would I call now?
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