“I was wondering,” she said as he massaged her with the tip of his manhood, ready to get in.
“Wondering what?” he asked, his mind and eyes on her vagina, the tip already in.
“You – oh – you asked what we were doing yesterday,” she said. “I have an answer now.”
“You can tell me after,” he said. He tried to push his penis inside her but she pushed him back.
“No, now.” She said.
“Okay,” said Somto. “I’m listening.”
“You’re my boyfriend,” she said simply as though she was telling him how sunny tomorrow was going to be. “And I love you… I am not playing.”
As soon as she said that, all the thoughts on how brutally he was going to fuck her vanished. How he would turn her around and fuck her from behind, fuck her standing, how he would power-fuck her on the bed, as many times as possible, everything just vanished. He hated himself for being this way. Now all he wanted to do was take it slowly and make sure she enjoyed this as much as he did.
“So?” she said, for Somto had been staring at her for a while now.
“Cool,” he said. It was a wonder how he was still as hard. He entered her slowly, and together they made love till they were tired, and then they sat, talked, watched the television and ordered room service.
About four or five hours later, Somto’s phone rang.
“Oh shit it’s my mum, “ he said, looking at the phone. He put his hands to his lips to get Ifeyinwa who was laughing at a comedy show to be quiet.
“Yes,” he continued on the phone. “Now? Okay I’m coming.” He cut the phone, and quickly got up to put on his clothes.
“You’re leaving already?” Ifeyiwa asked dolefully. “There are two condoms left in the park, you want them to go to waste?”
Somto laughed, and then he suddenly remembered what Kingsley ha said abut disposing condoms himself. He looked at the used condoms strewn across the floor and then at her.
“What?” she asked, taking out a chain from her cupboard.
“Er,” said Somto, wondering how awkward it would seem if he tried to pick the used condoms up and pocket them. “Nothing, what’s that?”
Ifeyinwa wore him the chain with a ring pendant.
“This is for you,” she said. “I have an identical one as well. It is so you remember me when you travel tomorrow.”
“Cool, thanks,” said Somto, taking it and putting it on.
“Can’t you stay a little longer?” she asked. “Please!”
“I wish I could,” he said, kissing her. She wrapped her hands around his neck so he wouldn’t leave and she kissed him deeply. “Okay I have to go now, I’ll call you.”
“Okay bye,” she said. “Be safe.”
Somto wore on his shoes, and left. He got down to the lobby, got his keys and then a moment later he had driven off.
Ifeyinwa watched him from the window as he drove off, then she laughed, as she turned around and took her phone out of her bag. She dialed a number.
“Mummy,” said Ifeyinwa, picking up the used condoms and holding them up. “I got it, mummy, I got it, just like you said.”
“Where are you now?” asked Mrs. Ikeji.
“At daddy’s hotel,” Ifeyinwa answered.
“Okay take it home,” said Mrs. Ikeji. “I’ll be there in an hour or so, so we can start the process.”
“Okay mummy,” said Ifeyinwa as she took out a zip-lock bag from her bag. “I’m going home now.”
The next day came with heavy rainfall. Somto woke up that morning and cursed under his breath.
“What’s your problem?” asked Fidelis, who had been awaking since, and who was now making a phone call to his friends.
“This rain,” replied Somto, walking over to the window. He pulled the curtains and saw as the rain dropped continuously on the window. The continuous tapping sound it made irritated him. “I was hoping to see Ifeyinwa again today.”
“Today?” asked Fidelis, looking shocked.
“Yeah,” said Somto, who turned around but ignored the look on Fidelis’s face. He waled back to the bed, and lay down on it. “I was hoping to see her before this evening when my flight is ready.”
“You still haven’t told me what the two of you were doing in the house two nights ago,” said Fidelis. “You know mummy is going to be pissed if she finds out you’re still in touch with Ifeyinwa.”
“And since when did that bother you from doing what you wanted to do?” asked Sonto. He found the remote control, and switched on the television. “Mum is just going to use this rain as an excuse to keep me here all day till the evening. I hope she is okay though.”
“Who, Ifeyinwa?” asked Fidelis, shaking his head. “It’s like this girl is making to you more stupid by the day. Today is the last day you’ll be spending here before you travel, and you want to spend it with woman instead of your family.”
“See this hypocrite,” said Somto, not believing his ears. “Were you not just calling your friends now to cancel on the trip because of the rain?”
“How?” replied Somto, but both fell silent as they heard the Mrs. Adibua’s door opening, and then they heard their names.
“Fidelis answer her now,” whispered Somto as he pulled the blanket over his head.
“This idiot boy,” they heard Mrs. Adibua say, before she continued with the names. “Somto! Somto!”
“Dude get up and answer,” whispered Fidelis, kicking Somto just as Mrs. Adibua entered the room.
“Idiots,” she cried. “The both of you, big idiots, so you mean to tell me you could not hear me calling?”
Still no answer, and Fidelis had already begun fake snoring.
“Fidelis!” said Mrs. Adibua one last time, before picking up one of Somto’s shoes lying around. She threw it at Fidelis, and it hit him on the back.
“Ouch!” cried Fidelis,jumping out of bed. He rubbed his back where the shoe had hit.
“But mummy I was sleeping!” he cried, scratching his back. He passed Mrs. Adibua an angry look and then hissed while he rubbed his back continuosly.
“Will you shut up,” said Mrs. Adibua, kicking Somto with her legs. “I could hear your voices. The both of you get up right now, we have work to do.”
“But mummy it is my last day,” said Somto who fake yawned and stretched. “Can’t I just relax and do nothing in the morning?”
“Or do everything before you leave,” added Mrs. Adibua, pointing at her room. “Your father’s cupboard needs cleaning, and the laundry man did not come today so you’ll have to iron some of his clothes.”
Somto opened his mouth to protest, but decided not to. He would just do the chores as slowly as possible till the eveing came.
“And you,” continued Mrs. Adibua, as Fidelis came out of the room. “Clear out the dustbins and wash out that bathroom.”
“What’s the point of washing the bathroom if it gets dirty everytime?” asked Fidelis.
“Dirty pig,” shouted Ms. Adibua incredulously. “Will you get out of here?”
Fidelis happily marched into the room, but he was called back.
“Where the hell are you going, will you get back to work?”
“But you said I should get out?”
“Not to bed you idiot,” snapped Mrs. Adibua, now wielding a broom. “Get back in that bathroom and work, lazy bones.”
And so the chores began and continued for a couple of hours. Half way in, Mrs. Adibua joined Fidelis in the bathroom.
“You missed a spot,” snapped Mrs. Adibua tapping him on the head. “And use more of that toilet wash, it was bought to be used.” Then she proceeded to her room, where Somto was ironing the fourth shirt. “Did you use the – oh okay,” she said as she spotted the can of spray starch beside the ironing table.
After they were done, and Mrs. Adibua had finished with the cooking, all three of them sat at the dining table to eat, and they talked about a lot of things.
“…. And then I said,” continued Mrs. Adibua, amidst laughter from her sons, as she recounted her ordeal at the post office. “If I don’t get my post in the next minute you will not like what is going to happen,”
“Did you get the post?” asked Fidelis, taking another spoon of his rice. “I mean did ’e give i’ ’oo you the nex’ minu’?”
“Don’t eat with food in your mouth,” said Mrs. Adibua, slightly irritated, but she continued anyway. “Of course the idiot gave it to me. But to be honest, I wish he hadn’t given it to me, I would have knocked out all his front teeth, all two of them.”
Somto almost choked on his chicken breast.
“But it is true,” said Mrs. Adibua as she cleaned her hands with a napkin. She got up from the chair. “That’s that. It’s four o’clock, you have just an hour before the driver comes and takes you to the airport.”
Somto and Fidelis loked at each other, for they knew what was coming next.
“Finish eating quickly,” snapped Mrs. Adibua.
“I’ve finished already,” said Fidelis. Somto took out his plate as well, and after all the plates had been packed into the sink, Mrs. Adibua called them to her room.
“Let us pray!”
All three of them held hands, and then Mrs. Adibua began vehemently.
“Father in the name of Jesus!” she shouted, bouncing on her feet.
“Amen!” the boys answered.
“Jehovah in heaven, Ancient of days, Prince of Peace, Father we worship you in the name of Jesus!”
“Amen!” said the boys, nodding, and then Mrs. Adibua let it rip. Praying for Somto’s safety, praying against peer pressure, bad influences, against troublesome girls, she covered every area thinkable and when she was tired she began to speak in tongues. By the time she was done, Somto had just thirty minutes to get on the road.
Mrs. Adibua’s phone rang, and she answered it.
“The driver is around,” she said a moment later.
Somto quickly got up, and put on his shirt. “Fidelis please help me with one of the boxes,” he said, as he dragged the biggest of the three boxes out the door.
Fidelis dragged out the second box, and Mrs. Adibua helped him with the last.
“Just be careful when you land there okay,” said Mrs. Adibua, her voice a bit shakey. “Be careful of these Ukrainians. I hear they are racists, and make sure you stay away from their girls.”
“Mummy you are exaggerating,” said Fidelis, trying not to laugh for he knew she was being very serious. “I have a friend there and he says the racism is not as bad as the news makes it seem.”
They got down the last flight of stairs and got out the door.
“And please,” Mrs. Adibua continued, as the driver came to help with the boxes, loading them into the car back. “Always remember to pray.”
She burst out in tears.
“Mummy please don’t cry,” said Somto, going over to her. “Please, mummy.”
“Allow me,” said Ms. Adibua. “My baby is leaving me finally, I will cry if I want to.”
The driver closed the boot, and Fidelis sat in the front seat.
“Safe journey,” Mrs. Adibua told him crying, and then she hugged him.
“You guys be fast,” cried Fidelis from the car. “Somto you will miss your flight.”
“Shut your trap,” shouted Mrs. Adibau, still holding unto Somto, who patted her back. “Be safe okay.”
“Do you promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Make sure you call me as soon as you get there okay. Face your studies, and by the tie you come back, your father would have opened a big hospital just for you.”
“Somto!” cried Fidelis.
Mrs. Adibua kissed Somto on his chicks, and then bade him her final goodbye. Somto entered the car, and shot the door. The driver started the car, and Somto waved as he slowly drove away.
“Bye,” Somto shouted as they moved further.
“Bye my love,” shouted Mrs. Adibua, tears streaming down her face, and then in harsh tones, she added. “Fidelis come straight home as soon as you leave the airport.”
It only took about twenty minute on the road before they arrived at the airport.
“I’ve already called my friend in Ukraine,” said Fidelis, taking out his phone. “I told him you were coming.”
“Andy,” answered Fidelis. “The one I told you about, my former weed supplier.”
“Yeah, he is a very big dude, you can’t miss him,” said Fidelis. “Take this number I am about to call out now.”
Somto took out his phone, and punched in the numbers Fidelis called out.
“You can try calling him once you get there and you get a SIM card. He is supposed to meet you at the airport though.”
“Sometimes I forget I am the older one,” said Somto, smiling at Fidelis.
“You’re just older by a year,” said Fidelis shaking his head. “No difference to me.”
They both laughed, and hugged each other.
“Try not to give mummy too much trouble okay,” said Somto. “Please, she’s not getting any younger, and troubling her does not help matters at all.”
“I mean it.”
“I said okay.”
Fidelis hugged him even tighter, and Somto hugged him back. They stood there for some seconds, before they parted, and Somto walked through the terminal, waving at Fidelis who waved back, trying his best not to cry.