“Ife! someone’s at the door.” her mom called out from the kitchen.
She got up from her room and went to check the door.
“oh! it’s you, come in”
“what? no hugs or welcome kisses?” he teased. She rolled her eyes and playfully smacked him in the arm. Like she would ever do that with her mother in the house.
“alright sit here” she motioned for the couch “I’ll go get my journal”
She knew how hard it was for her mother–a thorough Nigerian parent to finally allow her to invite a boy into their home. She wanted her mother’s trust, so she’d planned for him to be in the palour so her mother could see what they were doing without any assumptions.
“you mean we’re going to have this session here?” Ayo asked disbelief coloring his face “so I could have your sisters constantly screaming in my ear while I’m working?”
“you want my mother coming into my room every minute, looking for what she didn’t lost?”
“I don’t care” he deadpanned. “I’m not working here.”
“I don’t think my mother would take a liking to you afterall” she said leading the way to her room.
“Nice room” He commented, taking in the sight before him “aha just what I was looking for, you have the best study area” he bent to kiss her cheek. “I knew you had great taste”
“what did you expect” she smirked settling in her bed. His reply was cut short by giggles coming from down the hall.
“oh God! are those your sisters?”
“Just ignore them and carry on with your work” she got up and opened the door wide.
“Why did you do that? Let me guess it’s because of your mom?”
“you can talk all you want, you probably have it easy because you’re a boy and you have a white mother. If I don’t make it clear that nothing’s going on, after this, my mom may never allow me the opportunity again”
“Bullshit! how does she know you haven’t done all the things she’s protecting you from?” She gave him a look.
“Look Ife, I know she’s your mother and all, but she can’t keep monitoring you all your life. You’re the most morally upright teenager I know, I mean she raised you up to this stage and she can’t even trust you. You’re almost eighteen for Christ sake!”
“you think I like any of this? You think I wished for my mother to constantly shadow my life? But it’s not easy! It never is! I’ve tried many times to talk to her, but the words end up dying in my throat and…” she choked, she could feel the tears coming but she didn’t want to cry in front of him.
“I’m sorry, I should have understood” He reached out to comfort her. She couldn’t help it. She broke down, sobbing quietly.
He got to work on his laptop and set up everything they needed. “alright Ife you’re all set.” she got up from the bed to sit beside him and started editing her final draft.
“Okay, now what”
“Now we wait”
A wave of silence fell as they watched the number of reads ever so slowly sky rocket.
It was an emotional moment for ife.
“thank you” she said silently
He cupped her cheeks gently “you don’t need to thank me, this was all your work.”
She stared at his eyes for a moment, leaped up and kissed him. He reacted with equal fevour, wrapping his arms around her.
No, this wasn’t her way of saying thank you, she truly felt an attraction.
“Looks like I got my kiss after all, right in your room, under your mother’s nose.”
Alright that’s the end of the story. I’m going to be doing an analysis of this story, it might be on my Facebook page or here on my blog. Anyways share your thoughts in the comments section and like this post if you enjoyed the story.
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