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Authors: Somi Ekhasomhi
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“I thought since I was so close I should come over here.” My smile seemed to have given him encouragement to keep talking. “Though I wasn’t so sure if you would want to see me.” He smiled ruefully. “So now you can tell me to get lost”
“Why?” I asked softly. “I don’t want you to get lost.”
“That’s reassuring.” He said earnestly. “I’ve been sitting in that car questioning my sanity, wondering if you would just come out and… what’s that word again..?” he thought for a moment. “Yes!” he said remembering. “Blank! I thought you’d just come down and blank me completely”
I laughed at his choice of slang. It had gone out of fashion ages ago, then I remembered why I was downstairs, that I was going out, I looked towards my car. He caught my look.
“I could take you” He said with something like hope in his voice. “I wouldn’t mind an afternoon at your parents. You could pay me back with an evening at mine.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, trying to hide my elation but failing miserably. There was nothing I wanted more than to spend the entire day with him. Folake, and everything she meant to him, and to us, I had conveniently forgotten.
He looked at me, and then without replying he started to lead me towards his car.
9 . Families and Fiancées
It was fun at my parent’s house. My mother fussed over Michael, and made him look at almost all the family albums we had, showing him my older brother Daniel’s wedding pictures, my graduation pictures etcetera.
For once my sister Cynthia was quiet as Michael teased her about how small she had been the last time he saw her. Even my brother had nothing to say about his nintendo , he just stared at Michael in awe.
At lunch my mother heaped Michael’s plate, ignoring all his protests. While we ate he talked politics and the economy with my father with I and my mother joining in occasionally.
After lunch while I and my mother were doing the dishes I waited for the inevitable questions.
“He’s such a nice young man.” She started as she handed me plates to dry and place in the cupboard. “I’ve always liked him”
I nodded and said nothing.
“I’m glad you people are still friends.” She continued. “I used to wonder why you suddenly stopped talking about him.”
“ Hmmn ” I said noncommittally. I wondered if she was already planning our wedding in her mind. The thing about mothers of daughter my age is that, weddings are never far from their minds. I wondered whether to tell her that he was engaged, or whether to keep her hoping.
“Well he’s exactly the sort of young man I’m glad to see around you” she continued, obviously not discouraged by my silence.
“Mummy” I said. “We’re just friends”
She smiled and said nothing. In the next moment Cynthia walked into the kitchen conveniently too late to help. Both I and my mother ignored her naughty smile, we were used to her.
Back in the living room my father, Michael and Chris were watching TV and talking about football. I wasn’t really interested in a discussion about the Scholls , the Lampards , the Van Persie’s and the Fergusons of this world so I just sat and half-listened to them.
I didn’t want to read too much into the way he just fit into my family, Michael was very well mannered, he would fit in anywhere, but it was pleasurable to watch him laughing and enjoying himself with the men in my life. Somehow I knew that he’d get on well even with Dan.
At some point Chris finally managed to overcome his shyness and ask Michael to come play a game on his Nintendo. I got invited along as either a judge or a referee, I’m not sure which. It was fun watching them play, Michael actually managed to win a couple of times, something no one else in the family had ever done.
As usual, towards evening, my mum retrieved all the food she’d packed up for me in the freezer and supervised as Michael and Chris loaded them in the Michael’s car. I
“I thought since I was so close I should come over here.” My smile seemed to have given him encouragement to keep talking. “Though I wasn’t so sure if you would want to see me.” He smiled ruefully. “So now you can tell me to get lost”
“Why?” I asked softly. “I don’t want you to get lost.”
“That’s reassuring.” He said earnestly. “I’ve been sitting in that car questioning my sanity, wondering if you would just come out and… what’s that word again..?” he thought for a moment. “Yes!” he said remembering. “Blank! I thought you’d just come down and blank me completely”
I laughed at his choice of slang. It had gone out of fashion ages ago, then I remembered why I was downstairs, that I was going out, I looked towards my car. He caught my look.
“I could take you” He said with something like hope in his voice. “I wouldn’t mind an afternoon at your parents. You could pay me back with an evening at mine.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, trying to hide my elation but failing miserably. There was nothing I wanted more than to spend the entire day with him. Folake, and everything she meant to him, and to us, I had conveniently forgotten.
He looked at me, and then without replying he started to lead me towards his car.
9 . Families and Fiancées
It was fun at my parent’s house. My mother fussed over Michael, and made him look at almost all the family albums we had, showing him my older brother Daniel’s wedding pictures, my graduation pictures etcetera.
For once my sister Cynthia was quiet as Michael teased her about how small she had been the last time he saw her. Even my brother had nothing to say about his nintendo , he just stared at Michael in awe.
At lunch my mother heaped Michael’s plate, ignoring all his protests. While we ate he talked politics and the economy with my father with I and my mother joining in occasionally.
After lunch while I and my mother were doing the dishes I waited for the inevitable questions.
“He’s such a nice young man.” She started as she handed me plates to dry and place in the cupboard. “I’ve always liked him”
I nodded and said nothing.
“I’m glad you people are still friends.” She continued. “I used to wonder why you suddenly stopped talking about him.”
“ Hmmn ” I said noncommittally. I wondered if she was already planning our wedding in her mind. The thing about mothers of daughter my age is that, weddings are never far from their minds. I wondered whether to tell her that he was engaged, or whether to keep her hoping.
“Well he’s exactly the sort of young man I’m glad to see around you” she continued, obviously not discouraged by my silence.
“Mummy” I said. “We’re just friends”
She smiled and said nothing. In the next moment Cynthia walked into the kitchen conveniently too late to help. Both I and my mother ignored her naughty smile, we were used to her.
Back in the living room my father, Michael and Chris were watching TV and talking about football. I wasn’t really interested in a discussion about the Scholls , the Lampards , the Van Persie’s and the Fergusons of this world so I just sat and half-listened to them.
I didn’t want to read too much into the way he just fit into my family, Michael was very well mannered, he would fit in anywhere, but it was pleasurable to watch him laughing and enjoying himself with the men in my life. Somehow I knew that he’d get on well even with Dan.
At some point Chris finally managed to overcome his shyness and ask Michael to come play a game on his Nintendo. I got invited along as either a judge or a referee, I’m not sure which. It was fun watching them play, Michael actually managed to win a couple of times, something no one else in the family had ever done.
As usual, towards evening, my mum retrieved all the food she’d packed up for me in the freezer and supervised as Michael and Chris loaded them in the Michael’s car. I
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