Hotel Palaver - Season 1 - Episode 7

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Hotel Palaver - Season 1 - Episode 7

Henry’s POV
After a stressful day, I was exhausted. I went to the family house. Mom wasn’t at home, she was in India with Dad doing only God knows what. Apparently they went on a vacation.


I took off my shoes, ready to sleep when my mother called me on the phone. I grudgingly picked up the call.
“Just called to remind you about your date with Jumoke, do you still remember?” She asked and I scoffed.

I wish she could just forget!

Jumoke coker is the only daughter to a wealthy friend of my father. She has long been bethrothed to me. We had a fling, call it a relationship as teens which we continued till we were grown.


Years ago, the idea seemed cute and innocent. Now, not so much for me.
“You clearly forgot” mom assumed,
“I didn’t. I just hoped you would forget” I confessed and she observed a pause.
“Well I didn’t and you better stop sounding that way. You have no idea how long I’ve planned this for you”

There was a brief silence.

“Are you listening to me Henry?” mom cuts in, “Yes mom. I’ll call her and I promise to make her day special” I assured.

She was definitely glowing with smile from the other end of phone.


The following day, i set out with the house help and my little sister, Tosin to the shopping mall. Well she’s not so little anymore, she’s twenty seven but I still love to call her my little sister.


I ended a call I had with a friend then I chuckled. I’ve been conversing for the past ten minutes with an old friend in Yoruba.

He has always been naughty. He still is very naughty!
“Taiwo sha” he muttered to himself, then i heard Tosin laugh.
“You amaze me brother. You’ve been gone for years, yet you speak like you grew up here” Tosin commended.
“I did grew up here” I answered and she laughed.


“For how long mister?” She snapped and I laughed.


“I tried my best to still remain grounded to my root” I answered.
“I heard mom is still insisting on Jumoke; so what do you think about her?” she asked, raising a packet filled with toileteries.
“Do you still like her?” she added and I gave no reply.


“I’ll take your silence as a no then.” She answered and I chuckled. Tosin has always known me.


“It’s not that I don’t like her. It’s been a while and I’ve outgrown the thought of getting married to her. I believe in changes,Tosin.

. People change and I also believe In chances so i’m willing to take a chance on her, for mom’s sake.”

***

I asked Deji for ideas on a good restaurant where i could prepare a date and he proposed one and before I knew it, venue for the date was set.


Jumoke crossed her leg at the dinning table where she sat biting her lower seductively as she gazed at me . I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the stare.
“Remember those times Henry, when i’ll sneak into your room and we’ll..” I didn’t let her finish her sentence “Let’s finish dinner first” i interupted.
Of course I remember the moments, we were young and adventurous, all we did was have s*x and more s*x.


After the date, like a gentleman, I volunteered to drop her home but she declined. She would rather spend the night at the family house with me.

Something smelt fishy.

That night, while i wore my pajamas ready to sleep, Jummy entered into my room. She wore a short lingerie that left nothing to the imagination.

“Hello Henry”she called out in the most s*xiest way that could turn any man on, then she hopped on the bed.This action had me running towards the door.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, “Come on Henry, doesn’t it look familiar?” She paused, “It’s what we used to do years ago”
“That was ages ago Jummy, you need to get out now” I requested opening the door for her to leave.


“Are you being serious right now?” She asked and i nodded affirmatively.
Jumoke scoffed then walked up to me touching my chest. “Don’t reject me Henry” she pleaded, “And don’t make a fool of yourself too. You’re better than this” i added sharply, gently pushing her out of the room.


Afterwards, I locked the door; twice. I didn’t understand why she would come in here to make a fool out of herself. Perhaps I didn’t know her the way i thought i did.

Suddenly I started feeling guilty about the way i treated her.

“Urgh!” I grunted la!d in bed then I hit my head on the wooden egde.
“Ouch” I groaned as the thought of the speech impaired lady crossed my mind. I felt bad for her. It must be really difficult for her to deal with the job demands.


I also thought of how difficult it would be for her to communicate with guest and workers.

Then next day, I decided to do a little investigation on the speech-impaired maid. I wanted to get close to her and know her better.