"Come dear, you should adjust your makeup. A woman has no excuse for looking disoriented".Mrs Benjamin scolded. She was expecting Angela to excuse herself to the bathroom to adjust her makeup but the girl-seeing as she naturally screamed 'disoriented'-is totally okay with her disorganized state. She watched her freak out for more than ten minutes. Mrs Benjamin wondered if there were still humans who couldn't control their anxiety.Mrs Benjamin had a staff take Angela to the bathroom. Joseph reluctantly released her hand and was relieved that the bathroom excuse was not one of his mother's ploy to talk to Angela alone. He would not allow it. No private talks with Angela.Angela joined them on the table, a few minutes later, in time for the prayers to be said, only for his mother to begin another episode of her drama again."As the mother of the house, permit me to share the dish". Hilda smiled as she began to dish out the food. They had all taken a seat on the large dinning table wi
Wednesday did come. And no, Thursday did not appear after Tuesday. But Jospeh did not still relent, he prayed that an impromptu meeting would present itself in the evening or Angela would call to cancel.But it looked like none of those things were ever going to happen and the hour hand of the clock was speedily nearing six. They had planned to meet at five thirty and ride to his house in time for dinner at six.Meanwhile, Angela took permission from work and went home early to prepare. She wanted to look her best. She went shopping Tuesday evening and bought a new dress, nothing in her wardrobe beats the image she had pictured in her mind. She wanted to look abstract-like she had both tried to make an impression and at the same time wanted to keep things neutral. And Sophia played a major role, even though she complained repeatedly, that Angela didn't need to waste so much time and money, that she didn't need to look beautiful for Joseph, she followed her around and helped her mak
PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW. THANK YOU FOR READING!"Hmmm?", Angela turned so fast that she heard her neck creak and she was sure that others did as well."Please I need your help, I'm afraid Fyodor is not as good in cooking as he claimed to be", Sophia smiled at her friend and sent a glare towards Joseph.Joseph rolled his eyes. There's no need to play civil today. The troublemaker had done naught but to disrupt the tranquility in the air."Let's go", Angela stood up but was stopped from moving by Joseph's hand engulfing hers."I'm afraid, Angie and I need to get the game box", he presented a too strained smile to Sophia and waited for her to oppose.Sophia opened her mouth and closed it like a fish, she wasn't expecting Joseph to refuse. What manner of man caught checking out a woman openly would still have the guts to speak boldly?Obviously a shameless man like himself. Thus, her level of respect for him was further depleted.She opened her mouth to speak but was cut short by her Tea,
PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW. THANK YOU FOR READING!True to James' assurance, Joseph did come out but not as soon as they all thought. The boy had spent so much time away, so it was expected that he would join in before the first batch of meat was grilled but Joseph came too late. Rather too late for his liking. He had rushed a bath and washed his mouth-like he had not brushed in the morning and then proceeded to replace his former outfit with clean fresh ones, hopefully to see Angela in time. Joseph had no intention to waste time or be late but he came out later than anyone expected.But some inexcusable circumstances are to blame, he didn't like how he looked after wearing a fresh pair of sweat clothes. He believed himself too tall for the pants and the shirt seemed a little too tight for his liking so he changed into another. Angela would definitely not find him handsome, so he ended up changing a few more times like a teenager who was preparing for her first date. Not a HE but only th
PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW. THANK YOU FOR READING!"Phew! I've done a good job". Joseph wiped his hands dry as he self-appraised himself like he did all the cleaning alone. Omar, with a devilish smirk on his face, pushed Joseph to the freshly wiped surface intentionally. They had worked and prepared all that was needed for a little get together but Joseph tried to take all the glory for their hard work and he was only doing the next right action.Joseph produced a yelp as he fell towards the table he had just finished wiping and stained the glass with his prints in the process.Joseph turned to his friend and glared angrily as his nostrils flared in anger. He couldn't believe that his friend had made him soil the table he had spent what felt like a whole year to clean."The table won't clean itself", Omar shrugged his shoulders and walked away smugly.Joseph got to work and lamented bitterly as he wiped the table. He would get back at Omar when he least expected it, just as he did to him.
'Hustle never sleeps'. That had been Ashan's motto for a very long time. Ever since he lost his father to a gang fight and his mother left their hometown, he and his kid sister. Ashan only ventured into things that would yield positive results. Ashan came from a typical poor family and has lived a totally boring life. He never did fun things nor enjoyed his youthful age but spent all his time working hard to attain a satisfactory degree in order to earn a living.Yes! He is the breadwinner of the family. His mother and sister do a few odd jobs to support but he is responsible for their annual living expenses and he took great care of them. He got admitted to a prominent university on scholarship and came out in first class honors in the degree of Accounting. Even though things were very hard and challenging for him, he still made sure to get a masters degree and at the same time struggled to provide at least three square meals for his family.At that time, he was working for a very
Mrs Benjamin sang joyfully as she arranged her facials. Wednesday was just six days away but she was anticipating already. Joseph would be coming to share a meal and this time around, Angela would be coming as well. She squealed in delight. She would make the most of her son's time.As soon as she got home yesterday, she had wanted to tell her husband but decided to keep it a secret. She wanted him to feel as happy as she felt on meeting Angela, she wanted it to be a surprise. That alone was enough reason to keep quiet and wait for the blaggard Wednesday to come.Angela. That woman had definitely done something to her son. The son she knew too well doesn't pay so much attention to women. He treated women like trash, no matter how much he tried to act civil around them. He has no special treatment stashed away somewhere for women.Joseph has never had a girlfriend, the boy only slept with women for fun. Mrs Benjamin was sure of it, she kept a close eye on the boy from his teenage years
Joseph's features warmed up when he got into Angela's humble abode. The place smelt and felt humble. Some might think the house small and stuffy but it was not particularly small and there was enough free space for even the fattest man to sit and move around without disrupting anything.To him, the house seemed to be abstract. In the sense that it neither denotes the financial status or gender of the owner of the house. He felt like he was in a painting. An abstract painting.Joseph smiled to himself, he had totally forgotten about the reason why he was here. He sat on a plush couch but stood up at once as he remembered that it was rude of him to sit before the owner of the house offered the permission to get comfortable."I beg your pardon. Your house is to be blamed. Its overwhelming". Angela laughed at his words, she was taken completely unaware when he got past the foyer before her and paid attention to the living room. She watched as his eyes twinkled in admiration and as he sat