“Segun.” his mother called from the sitting room interrupting his converstation with Nike. He slugglishly dropped the call but not after promising to call Nike later. He walked out of his room and descended the stairs into the sitting room.
“Welcome mum.” he greeted.
“How are you my son?” she asked. Segun was suprised because since the issue of girlfriends started his mother has been hard on him.
“Am fine ma.” he replied.
“How was school today?” she asked.
“It was fine ma.” he replied.
“I learnt you are getting on much better with your wife.” she said.
“No wonder, this woman was extra nice today.” he thought within himself.
“What will you eat because i learnt you’ve not eaten your lunch?” she asked.
“What’s in the kitchen?” he asked.
“Rice and plantain?” she asked.
“No problem.” he replied. Jummy who overheard the discussion between mother and son left the dining where she was seated and left for the kitchen. She came back with a plate of rice and fried plantain with meat and a bottle of chilled water.
“Segun this is your food.” she said setting them on the table. Mrs Akinola on seeing this smiled at Segun.
“You have gotten a wife.” his mother said silently. Mary came out just then and witnessed the little action put in place by Jummy. Segun walked past her and she pinched him on the arm. She smiled sheepishly.
Segun sat down to eat and Jummy walked back to join Mrs Akinola in the sitting room. She sat beside her and they began talking in low tones. Segun could not decipher what they were discussing but he could hear things like
“i’ll give it all it takes.”,
“he must listen to me, am his mother.” Straightaway he knew they were talking about him. But he pretended like he didn’t hear them but he would occasionaly clear his throat loudly which will make them silent for some seconds.
“Women and their gossips.” he thought within himself. Then he remembered the promise made to Nike. He abandoned his food and ran straight to his room. He dialled her number.
“Hello.” he said immediately she picked the call.
“Hello.” she replied tiredly.
“Are you asleep already?” he asked.
“Yes.” she replied.
“Oh am sorry.” he apologised.
“No problem.” she replied.
“Nike, how about my question?” he asked.
“Which question is that?” she asked feigning ignorance.
“Nike, don’t pretend now. I said i love you, please give me a chance.” he said. He was met by a ten seconds silence.
“Segun i understand how you feel but please give me time to think about it.” she pleaded.
to be continued–