TOLANI
Episode 7
I had to go to school from Chimaobi’s house.
On Thursday evening, I returned home from school to find a flimsy blue dress on the bed, with brand-new heels to match.
“Obi m!” I called him, he answered me from the bathroom.
“I’m bathing!”
“Bathing now? What have you been doing since morning? Playing games?” I asked him, opening the bathroom door.
“Abeg, close door, make I bath. You don’t have respect for me again.” He said, scrubbing his face thoroughly with his eyes shut.
I undressed myself immediately and tiptoed into the bathroom stacked n***d, as I spanked and hugged him at the same time, he jolted.
“You are violating me.” He cried out, washing off the leather on his face.
I spanked him again and bit his n****e.
“Tolani!”
I switched on the shower, cupping the water and slapping him with it.
“You know you are not strong, but you will never stay in a place.” Onyi had traveled back already.
“You got me the dress on the bed?” I asked him.
“ Yes, I did. I want you to look terribly good tomorrow. My mom is going to love you.” He said, assured,
“I pray so, Obi m. Although, I’ve been anxious.”
“You don’t have to be.” As we couldn’t stop giggling at each other’s body.
We felt like kids out on a big adventure.
“I can’t get over your body.” He said, touching me from my shoulders, to my neck, to my tummy, then to my hips in admiration.
“Can I wash your hair?” He asked, and I turned on the shower.
“I will love it, bae.” I was quite excited at the thought of him washing my hair.
He picked up the shampoo, shampooed my hair, gently massaging my scalp as he kissed my neck and ears.
I felt pleasure building up inside me. I never felt that way before.
“This feels good.” I said, letting myself go with the ride.
He washed my hair for about 8 minutes and asked me to wash his hair too.
I poured shampoo into my palms, turned around and ran my fingers through his hair.
Chimaobi looked so adorable, with the water pouring down his face, that I had to reach up and kiss him with the shower tap on us.
He carried me up and pushed me up too high that I banged my head against the shower head.
“Owwsh, Chimaobi!”
“Sorry, bae.”
“Must you injure me every day?” I asked him and he laughed out loud.
“Bath me” I told him, and he picked up the liquid soap and the sponge, scrubbing my back, my armpits, and then my thighs.
We finally got out of the shower and curled up in bed afterwards, nibbling on the pizza I got.
“How are your parents, mom especially?” I asked, and he laughed out so loud, munching the pizza.
“They are accommodating. You will love them.” He said as he lectured me more about his parents. Chimaobi’s parents were senior lecturers, both were professors.
The next day, Friday morning, we dressed up, and Drake, Chimaobi’s friend, took us to the airport.
We got to Abuja in an hour and booked an Uber.
“Nna, anyi a fu beghi unu? (We’ve not seen you.” Came his mother’s voice.
“Anyi no nsoo(we are closer)” he responded.
We got to Chimaobi’s estate and I couldn’t agree more on why Chimaobi’s apartment was that fine over there in Awka.
His parents were rich and famous in the Educational sector. My parents were rich but not famous.
Chimaobi’s house was a luxurious house, a huge mansion, plain brown brick cozy house with white painted doors.
The front yard was decorated with beautiful flowers; roses, lilies, violets, dahlias, daisies and much more.
“My mom usually plant these flowers.” He told me, holding my hands while the man he called Abdullahi carried our bag.
“ She believes “Flowers are a pleasure and perfection of nature, and they give many things to people, and it does not matter if you are rich or poor, they give you a wonderful world which makes you feel happy”. He said, and I said nothing because I was nervous. I felt his mother must be a perfectionist.
Getting into the sitting-room, he asked me to sit down, kissing my cheeks.
“Welcome to your house.” He clapped his hands.
The living room was probably the coziest place I’ve been to. The walls were partially decorated with pieces of tiles. It resembled the interior of a glassy house.
There were about 9 black leather couches and a glass table that sat in the middle of the sitting-room.
The sitting room was too large.
“Relax, boo.” He said, hitting my left b****t twice, and laughing.
“Blood of Jesus! Chimaobi, would you stop that? What if your mom comes in.” I said, angrily.
“Oh! You are suddenly a good girl now because you are in my parents’ house.” He teased and went upstairs.
As usual of parents to take time attending to younger visitors, his mom took her time before coming into the sitting-room, from the upper duplex. I could feel my heart p******g.
She was a very tall woman, very fair and full. She was wearing a yellow Ankara gown.
“Good afternoon ma.” I bent low and greeted her.
“Sweetheart, come give me a hug.” She said, I felt a bit relax but still anxious not to fumble.
“You smell really nice.” She complimented when we hugged.
“Thank you, ma.” I lowered my face.
“Oh! Nna, you didn’t tell me she’s this quiet and shy.” Turning to Chimaobi.
“She is not o.” He laughed.
“Come sit down next to mommy. Chimaobi has given me the baby girl I never had.” She said, resting my head on her shoulders.
“Chimaobi! Get her the fruit juice I made for her. It is good for the skin. She’s still young, she needs it. It will make this your sweet skin glow more.” Touching my cheeks and I smiled.
“Eshe Jesu!” I thanked God within me.
Chimaobi was just hyperactive. He was just happy. He brought out the juice, got a glass cup and poured the juice, tasting it.
“Chimaobi! I didn’t ask you to take this. Give me that.” She took it from him and handed it over to me.
“Bia nwanya, you have been gushing over her and have not cared about me. It’s been a while you saw me, mom.” He came and place his head on her shoulder.
“Nwoke m si eba buo.” She pushed him away, and I smiled and took a sip.
“Such an innocent, cute thing. How old are you?” She asked me.
“I’m 22 years old, ma.” I responded as she touched my cheeks.
“So little a thing. Seven years difference. That’s okay, Chimaobi’s father is 13 years older than I am. We married at a very young age. This is why I am still young.” She lifted her both b****t while I smiled and sipped my juice.
“Bia Chimaobi! I hope you guys have not had s*x?” She blurted, and I choked from the drink, coughing hard.
“So sorry sweetheart. Sip gently okay?” She said, and I nodded, with my heart beating fast.
“Please lie, Chimaobi, lie, so I don’t stain myself in her record book.” I prayed.
“Mom! Can you relax already? It’s our business, not yours.” Chimaobi said to her.
“If you two have had s*x, it’s illegal. Chimaobi, I didn’t train you that way.”
“Mom, I didn’t say we’ve had s*x. I just said it is somehow for you to ask.” He responded.
I was completely speechless! I felt it was too weird and forward for her to ask. I wasn’t expecting that.
Chimaobi’s Dad came in almost immediately, wearing a short nikka and a shirt. His legs were filled with hairs. Chimaobi was his dad’s exact copy.
His dad walked into the sitting-room,
“My boy, you are wrong.” He blurted, turning to me, and my heart skipped.
“Wrong about?” And everyone looked at him quizzically.
“You were wrong to say she’s beautiful. She’s a goddess. She’s beyond beautiful. Come and here, little one.” He said, and everyone laughed.
“You definitely have good eyes, just like me. That was how I wooed your mom.”
“Let me hear something. I was irresistible for you to just pass.” His mom said.
“Yes, but it takes a man who is skilled with words to woo a woman as you are.” He defended as everyone laughed.
I stood up to greet the father where he was seated.
“What is your name, my child?” And my heart skipped again.
“Tolani, sir.” I said.
“What tribe is that?” His father asked, looking surprised as my heart skipped through my mouth
“She’s Yoruba, dad.” Chimaobi bailed me out.
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To be continued!
©️ Esther Charles (The Storytelling Diva)
