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My love story❤: Part 4

As we drove, I noticed the FCT isn't as clumsy as Lagos is. Everywhere looked so good enough to be called Abuja.


Sitting in the car, I remembered a post I had read on Facebook about Abuja guys who only have cars but no shelter. The post goes on to say these guys sleep most times in their cars and then cook up sugarcoated stories for the well-to-do ladies they meet so they can house them for a week or more. Then if their excuse doesn't add up to the lady again, they move out in search of another prey too.


I saw fine cars drove by with fine guys or rather men behind the wheel and I was like ''na dem o''😂


I wasn't looking at Alfred, I was just so fascinated about the urban area. I was feeding my eyes really seriously.


He was playing a foreign song but on a very low volume, I didn't even know if it was Drake or Justin Beiber. Wetin concern local pikin? Me I was just vibing to the rhythm. I'm not a fan of all these country music jere, I just like the one I want to like. 


I knew he muttered something but I didn't hear clearly. I said ''Did you say something just now?''


He smiled ''You mean to say you didn't hear what I've been saying since and you were just nodding''

''Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't even know I was nodding sef, I got carried away''

''Miss JJC, better don't let them carry you away'' he said laughing and I hit his shoulder playfully.

He looked at me admirably and said ''You look more beautiful compared to the last time we saw each other, I'm really glad you're mine'' 

I just sat there blushing.

My phone started ringing, I rushed to open my bag and it was my hostel mate

''Hello Tolu, wasup na?''

''I'm good''

''Abeg where you dey, I need your hot plate. I wan cook beans''

''See, Mayowa, I'm not around for now o and I won't be back till Saturday. Goan borrow Coal pot''

''Coal pot keh, you know rain has spoilt that one na. Well no wahala na, I go sort myself. Bring something sha''

''OK na. Take care''


Alfred said ''you didn't inform your housemates you were travelling?''

''I didn't bother jere, for safety. So they won't use their eyes to crash the plane and....''

He interrupted ''c'mon just stop this babe. God will deliver you from all these your African mentality. They don't exist o''

''Urrrrrrrh. Stay there and be saying they don't exist. I know what I'm saying jhor''


In my thoughts, I was like this one doesn't watch Yoruba films sha, especially the ancient ones where forces control people's lives.


We got to his house in Maitama, a very beautiful two bedroom apartment I must say. He has quite a nice taste for indoor decor and everywhere was laid perfectly.


I sincerely don't understand the relationship between these bachelors and their love for high class gadgets ehn. His living room fully furnished with flat screen of about 64inches. Home theatre speakers standing in all corners. I noticed a wire connection that's probably for solar power or maybe inverter. Well done sir!!!



''You have a very beautiful apartment''

''Thank you. See, we'll come back to this. All you need first is a thorough shower dear'' he said holding my hands as we walk towards his room, I guess.


The room is so neat and even sparkling. Every part of the house was just oozing nice fragrance. Lol😂 See husband material o. He's diligent, he's intelligent, he's responsible, he's caring, he's neat and he has money too. Tolu, your mama head dey your back.


''I'll be waiting for you in the sitting room, be sure to take good care or should I even come and scrub your body for you?'' He said jokingly as he dropped my traveling bag at a corner in his wardrobe and then left the room maybe for privacy sha.


I showered and changed into a playsuit, was walking out of the room when I remembered I needed my phone to check if there was any update as regards the classes in school. It wasn't in my handbag. ''Alfred, did you help me see my phone?''

''Not at all, Didn't you receive a call with it some minutes back? Where did you place it?''

''Maybe you should help me check inside the car please'' he dashed out of the living room before I finished talking and came back inside with it.

''You better be careful with this phone, it's as if you didn't insert it into your bag well and it slipped off, what if it were to be a commercial vehicle or a taxi?''

''Ooooooops, it's unlike me to get careless with my things'' I stretched my hand to get the phone from him then he pulled me closer, held me tight and then we kissed passionately.


He withdrew and said ''I prepared a welcome meal for you, you should experience my kitchen prowess'' giving a naughty look and then winked at me.

''Really? You cooked? You've got to be kidding me'' heading to the dining table.

OMG😱 white rice, plantain, egg with fresh fish and beef sauce. ''You prepared this?''

 ''Oh yea, just eat and rate me'' he was grinning confidently.

I picked up the spoon and I started eating, the stew is so delicious mehn. ''Wow, this is yummy. You did a perfect job on this Chef''😂

''Thank you baby. I know yours would beat this. It was on my way back from office this morning that I went to the market and got the ingredients. I decided I should prepare this for you myself instead of the eatery ones I'm used to.''

                                 * * *

He sat on the couch and I was resting my head on his thighs as we were talking. We were both watching a documentary on BBC. He then raised my head so I can sit properly. He said he wanted to use the toilet and he would be back shortly.

My phone began to ring. It was daddy. Oooooooooh, what would I say now? I can't tell him I'm here na. I had to compose myself so I don't start stammering on the phone. Before I could pick the up call, it has dropped. I was happy because I know my dad won't call twice and he might as well suspend it till the next morning. He assumes one might be busy at the time and would return the call instead of calling over and over again.

''GriiiiiiiiiiGraaaaaaaaaaGriiiiiiiiiGraaaaaaa'' phone rings again and it's daddy. Ahh, what happened na, it's unlike him.

I picked up ''Hello Daddy, good evening sir''

''How are you ? Where did you put your phone, you missed my first call''

''Ehm, yes I was rushing to pick it from outside when it dropped''

''What are you doing outside at night? You should be careful over there o''

''Just for fresh air, there's no light'' the sound from the TV was getting louder, I rushed to pick the remote control to reduce it but daddy heard the sound.

''Keep watching films OK? Better preserve the battery of your system and suspend that film you're watching.''

'' I will sir'' I heaved a sigh of relief. ''How's mummy and everyone''

''We thank God. Make sure you concentrate on your studies there,  ''

''OK daddy. Goodnight sir''

Alfred was back from the room and I told him my dad had called. He said he doesn't like the idea of me choosing not to tell anyone about my journey, that it looks as though he has abducted me or kept me in hostage. I told him not to worry and it was just for the main time.

He closed that chapter immediately and asked if I would like to serve in the FCT and I responded eagerly. We had a long discussion into the night before we slept.


I had my first breakfast in bed the next morning. I've always been seeing that in movies, I never knew it would be my turn too🙈 it was bread and egg with tea. The egg was fried the exact way I had always wanted it, garnished and fried with very little oil. 


I raised the duvet to eat and couldn't find my cloth.....

Ahhh, what happened last night?💆💆

Happy New week FAM❤

Virtual hugs from me to you🤗🤗


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