Deola was woken to the sweet aroma of food, she could smell fried eggs, she could also smell coffee. Was she dreaming it? She opened her eyes to see her mom smiling to her on her bedside, with a tray beside.
Deola smiled widely. “Good morning mom.” She greeted as she sat-up to examine the contents of the tray. True to her nose, they was fried eggs, lots of it, some bread and two cups of coffee.
Hmmm! Her mom was up to something. Breakfast in bed was her tool to disarm, or when she just wanted to soften a person up. She guessed breakfast was about Kunle. For his sake and for the sake of their working relationship she hoped he hadn’t told her mom anything that would lead to her mom pressuring her.
“I need to use the bathroom.” Deola eased of the bed and went into the bathroom.
Five minutes later, she exited the bathroom, her mom was still on the bed, she smiled, her mom really had something on her mind.
“How are you this morning mom?” She asked sitting beside her and reaching for the cup of coffee.
“I’m very well, and you?”
“I’m good. It’s a beautiful day, it’s not every day you bring me breakfast in bed. Today’s gonna be a good day.” She helped herself to some bread and egg, waiting for her mom to get on with her reason for waking her with breakfast.
However, Mrs Lasisi wasn’t in a hurry to disclose, she made small talk with Deola as they ate together. They talked about Chima and Dayo’s upcoming wedding, and some other upcoming family events.
They were done eating and neither of them had mentioned Kunle or the previous night, and Deola’s curiosity was at its peak.
After they had eaten, Deola cleared the dishes, and prepared for work.
Her mom wasn’t in the house when she was about leaving, she heard her voice from the backyard. She was probably at her vegetable garden, since her mother retired, she became an enthusiastic gardener. She grew vegetables and flowers in her garden.
Deola went to the backyard, and true to her suspicion her mom was weeding. “Mommy.” She called her to draw her attention.
Mrs Lasisi straightened and smiled at Deola. “Are you leaving?”
“Ok. Have a blessed day. You’ll call Kunle baa?”
Deola smiled. Her mom knew how to achieve an ambush. “Yes I will mom.”
“Ok. Enjoy your day.” Mrs Lasisi waved her off.
Deola walked off, an extra spring in her step. She had already decided to speak with Kunle, explain to him why they couldn’t have a relationship.
Deola’s phone rang as she arrived at her shop. It was either Chima or Kunle, it was their ringtone. She parked her car before picking the call, it was Chima.
“Please tell me you’re at the shop, ‘cos I’m almost there.” Chima sounded frantic.
“Yea, I just arrived, what’s up?”
“I’ll be with you in a moment.” Chima ended the call abruptly.
Deola smiled, shaking her head. There was always a crisis with Chima, she was always excited.
Entering her shop, she exchanged pleasantries with her staff and clients.
She dropped her handbag in her office, said a quick word of prayer and went back out to the showroom to attend to the clients.
Chima breezed in a few minutes later, true to her words, she had been close. She ran past the showroom into Deola’s office, causing Deola to follow.
“I need to talk with you.” Chima began immediately.
“Where do you draw the line on profitability?” Chima asked.
“I don’t understand?” Deola was perplexed. Was it business that had Chima running harried?
“Like, are there people you shouldn’t make profit off?”
“I guess, what’s this about?”
“Ok, Dayo and I chose our wedding rings, we chose from a selection online, from my dealer, and Dayo immediately transferred the cost to my account, but, when I was finalizing my orders for shipping, my dealer informed me he was giving me the rings for free. The wedding rings.”
“Okay, that’s good news, isn’t it?”
“The thing is, Dayo has refused for me to return the money, he insists it’s his duty to buy our wedding rings, and I agree. However, we aren’t paying for the rings, so what’s the money he transferred to my account for? I mean, I made mega profit from the engagement ring ‘cos when he bought it I didn’t know it was for me, and now again, this one?”
Hmmm. This was a dicey one.
“….And D insists that if I return the money, he’ll have to buy the rings elsewhere, I love my ring already. We’ve had it engraved with our names and, and…..” Chima went on, wringing her hands.
“Calm down Chima.” Deola led Chima to sit; it was clear there was more to this than the rings. “Are you ok?”
“No I’m not ok. I’m freaking out here. If it isn’t one thing it’s another. Dayo is so high-handed, he keeps saying I’m too emotional, he keeps treating me like a child, he’s too, too rigid.”
Deola smiled. “I remember the words you used a few months ago were ‘principled’.”
“That was then, this is now, he’s so….. authoritarian.”
Deola laughed. “Is he really, or do you just think so?”
“Ok, that’s not totally true, it’s just, he’s so frustrating. Last night, I would gladly have moved to another continent to escape him, I tried your number countless times it was switched off, where were you?” she accused.
“She was hiding away from me.” Kunle replied from the doorway.