Dave’s stare shifted from Nike whose mouth didn’t stop moving, to Kunle who kept stealing glances at him, and then to Juwon who seemed to be the most pleased about Nike’s presence at the dinner table. Juwon laughed out loudly at Nike’s jokes, and when she wasn’t laughing at her jokes, she would caress Dave’s arm as she stared at her with a certain fixation – a look of adoration.
That was the first time Dave met Nike, at the dinner he had planned to ask Juwon to marry him. But it wasn’t really the first time he was seeing her.
Kunle was mostly calm and quiet, except when Nike’s jokes were so funny then he’d let out an exaggerated chuckle, and that was it. Something about him suggested that he really wanted Dave to believe that he and Juwon had only explored love within the boundaries of friendship, and nothing more. He wanted so badly for Dave to accept that he was not a threat to his relationship with Juwon.
Dave took a row call with his eyes going around the table. He looked at Kunle who had been gazing at him. He held his gaze for a short while, until Kunle yielded and resulted to playing with his fingers. Next stop was Nike, something about her naturalness and free spirit made him sceptical, like she was acting some rehearsed script. If that was the case, she was certainly a damn great actress, he thought. He turned to Juwon who was seated by his side and would not let go of his arm. For a moment he felt sorry that he’d had a moment of doubt of her honesty and faithfulness to him. He let her hold his arm some more, he decided to consider that to be his penance.
After the dinner, there were filled stomachs, ribs needing stitches and the shining diamond ring still enclosed in its case in Dave’s pocket. As he drove Juwon back home, he wasn’t sure if it was the extra people present at the table that turned him into a shrinking violet, or it was something else he couldn’t quite figure. Somehow, however strangely though, he was not afraid he had made the wrong choice.
She kissed him good night and smiled knowingly as she stepped out of his car parked a few metres away from her hostel gate. She got into her room, took off her clothes, laid on the bed for a while before picking up her phone to make a call.
“Hey you…home yet?” she said with a broad smile on her face.
“Sweetie! No, still on the road.” The voice on the other end replied excitedly.
“I had a good time at dinner tonight”, the smile yet present on her lips.
“Yeah, me too. I enjoyed the meal, but that was not my best part though”, the reply came amidst loud giggles.
Juwon laughed loudly before replying, “Silly you! Hmmm…tell me, what was your best part?”
“O, you know.”
“Okay, maybe I do, but tell me again, I want to hear you say it, please.”
“Awww…the things you make me do though.” Juwon giggled at her end. “Okay, I loved how your foot crawled up my legs and caressed in-between my legs. Thank God for the laughter around the table, caused sufficient distraction.”
“Naughty! Naughty!” Juwon, managed to reply as she laughed and rolled on her bed, her fingers finding their way into her pants.
On his way home still, Dave for some reason couldn’t quite get the scenes of the evening off his mind, like there was something there he ought to see, but just wasn’t. He loved Juwon, and at that moment all he could think of was the best way to ask her to marry him.