Obudu Vacation – CHAPTER IX (1)

Chapter IX

I stayed a little longer in the living room until dad and mom came back before I entered the room. During that time, I wondered why Favour was angry to the extent of raising her voice at me simply because I said I was gonna be busy. I also had feelings she was already looking at me as her boyfriend or fiancé of some sort and only wanted to show off at the wedding. But…anyways.


The next morning, before 7am, Frank had left the house while I was still on the bed. According to him, his Saturday lectures were usually from 7am to 6pm with lunch break in-between. Not until about 7:30am did I exit the room, first to do my morning hygiene in the bathroom before stepping out into the living room somewhat around 8am.

I noticed Favour was in the kitchen and I went in to join her. Entering the kitchen, I saw her by the sink doing the dishes of the previous night. 

“Morning babe,” I said, standing just by the entrance to the kitchen. She was putting on a short blue jean skirt and a black top. 
“Good morning” she replied, not turning back to look at me. I knew she was still angry or perhaps was pretending to be.

“How was your night?” I asked, trying to start a discussion with her. 
“Fine. Yours?” she responded.
“Not ok.” I said, leaning on the wall.
“What happened?” she asked, still not turning. 
“Couldn’t sleep knowing you were angry with me,” I replied, hoping she looked at me this time around.
But still not turning she replied, “I’m not angry with you Fury.”
“Yes you are,” I insisted, forcing a smile.

“I’m not,” she repeated, opening the seal of the sink so the water she used in washing could drain out. I stood and watched silently not knowing what else to say or how to say it. I knew if it was not a statement that I’ve changed my mind, then it wouldn’t be of interest to her.

Watching her seal the sink back and then turn open the tap, I asked her, “What about mom and dad?”
Still without looking back at me, she replied, “Mom left the house with Frank but would stop over at the residence of the bride to assist with cooking. Dad is…”

We heard Dad’s voice call out her name from the passageway simultaneously as their room door was being shut, “Favour!”
“Sir!” she answered turning off the tap, picked up a hand towel and began to dry her hand as she stepped out of the kitchen still without looking at my face. She met with dad just by the entrance to the living room and he told her he was going to the barbers shop to shave so she should please come help open and close the gate for him. Perhaps he felt I was still inside the room or something.

I just remained quiet as they both stepped outside. Minutes later, I heard the gate open with him driving out and being closed thereafter. I quickly went over to the sink, turned the tap back open till there was enough water inside the sink and then I began to rinse the dishes. When I was done, I picked them and made to move over to where dishes were kept only to turn and see her leaning by the kitchen door staring at me with arms folded across her chest. I said nothing but just went back to the sink and drained it. 

Picking up another hand towel, I dried my hand and walked toward her. “Look Fay,” I began, holding her by the waist. “My coworker had scheduled an online meeting where we would discuss a task we both have in hand. If I had been told earlier about this wedding, then I would have insisted he waited for me to come to the office since he doesn’t have time on weekdays. I believe your not telling me earlier was because you assumed I would be free today, but the thing is he has already communicated with the department head that the discussion has been scheduled for today.”

“The college café and internet services are not available during weekends,” she said, looking at my face for the first time.
“I know. Frank and I had already been to the café opposite St. Charles church sometime last week when he wanted to meet up with someone. So, that’s where I’m going to.” I cooked up a fast lie.

“It’s ok.” she said, dropping her hands to her side as she made to get away from my hold. 
Not letting her move, I asked her to please smile for me which she did more or less so I could let her go. Something in her eyes told me she didn’t believe me and wanted to leave because I had won by lying. So I asked her, “What time is the wedding and venue?”

I saw her face lit up when she looked at me saying, “10am, RCM parish and the reception is at the civic center after the mass.” 

“Okay. You know what? I’ll miss the mass so I’ll just meet with the guy briefly and plead with him that something came up so I wouldn’t be online with him for long then rush back home to change up and meet you at the reception venue, what do you think?”
“Better!” she said, passing her hands around my neck and pulling me down for a kiss. Our lips met as we kissed briefly before I broke the kiss saying, “Give or take African time, say by 12:pm, you guys should be trooping out of the church or into the civil center.”

“Civic center,” she corrected me as our lips met again for another kissing session. Her lips were tender and warm as usual but had a taste of tea which obviously she had drank earlier (it did rain in the night). Her lips opened for my searching tongue and before long we were kissing hard and breathing deeply into each others face with lips pressed together and tongues fighting inside. 

To be continued…

2 thoughts on “Obudu Vacation – CHAPTER IX (1)”

  1. Wetin lie go casue ehn, lie set go fear to fix am. Babes no dey ever like the truth.
    How you dey fury? Longest time. I hope say you dey alright.

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