Donigspain - S01 E46

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Donigspain - S01 E46

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 46

We got to my sister’s house

about twenty minutes later and I

was almost pushed down by her

children who rushed to embrace

me with shouts of ”Uncle!

Uncle!! Uncle!!!”

The actions of the little angels re-

echoed the all important role

which was expected of me with

regards to my position in the

family. I lifted the youngest up

and placed her on my shoulder.

She was a little cutie and sure do

know. We walked into their

sitting room and made ourselves

comfortable on the cushion.

”Where is your mummy?” I

asked no one in particular. ”My

mummy is in the kishin. She

cooked fraayid rishe and…

mmmn, sayad,” Nkeiru, the little

cutie answered in a funny

undeveloped speech. I don’t just

know but I seem to cherish little

kids alot especially the way they

talk and I think nature also

returned the favour by making

kids like me at first meeting.

.

”Nna, I’ll join you in a minute!”

my sister called out from the

kitchen. A few minutes later she

walked out with a tray of

assorted dishes which she

carefully arranged on the dining.

”Good day ma!” Ifeoma greeted

while standing up from her sit as

a sign of respect.

”Ehee fine girl, how’re you?” my

sister answered.

”Am fine ma,” Ifeoma replied

while still standing. ”That’s good.

Spain, come over with your

friend to the table. Lets eat

before the food gets cold,” my

sister beckoned with a hand

gesture.

We took our sit opposite each

other. Ifeoma gave me a look

which I understood to mean

”Should I?” and I equally blinked

twice with a faint nod which she

received to be an approval.

Sign language is a major

communication means I usually

apply whenever am in public

with someone. A quick and

accurate understanding of subtle

signs is a great turn-on for me.

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Ifeoma gently opened the

friedrice-filled glass dining pot,

dished moderate portions into

our plates while I filled our

glasses with the fruit juice my

sister had brought from the

refrigerator. We ate our meal in

silence except for a little drama

that took place when ‘baby’, the

little cutie, walked up to me and

asked to the hearing of everyone

”Uncle, is aunty your wife? Ehh?”.

The question threw me off

balance as I never expected it

and knowing that ‘baby’ will not

relent in repeating the question

until I replied her, I decided to

give her my answer. ”Baby, she is

my friend ok,” I answered. She

made an ‘am not satisfied’ face

and just before she could ask

another question her mum, my

sister, ordered her to let us be

while reminding her of the ‘no

talking on dining’ table manners.

.

Ifeoma arranged the table when

we finished eating and then

thanked my sister. ”Bia nne oma,

kee kwanu ihe ana akpo gi?” my

sister asked Ifeoma in Igbo

language which translates to ”Hi

fine girl, what’s your name?”.

”Afam bu Ifeoma (my name is

Ifeoma),” Ifeoma answered.

”Where are you from?” my sister

continued with what seemed like

an interview session. ”Am from

Akpugo in Enugu state,” Ifeoma

replied while trying to retain a

stable voice.

”Ok, you’re welcome! Feel free,

you hear” my sister said jovialy.

I went into a deep discussion

with my sister and at a point I

even forgot I came with

someone. We were so engrossed

in our discussion that we did not

notice the happenings around

us. Typically, ‘baby’ would have

been a hell of a problem. She

would have disturbed us to

craziness but for the presence of

Ifeoma whom she found quite

lively and friendly. My sister gave

me a sign to look at what is

happening around us. I looked

and saw my sister’s children had

surrounded Ifeoma with ‘baby’

sitting on her laps and picking at

her hair as she played with them.

”Who is she to you?” my sister

asked me.

”She’s my girlfriend,” I

confidently told her.

She nodded before saying ”I

think she’s a nice girl. But you

still have to be careful.”

We stayed a while more before I

thanked my sister and then left

with Ifeoma with shouts of

”Aunty Ifeoma bye bye, come

back again o” thundering from

the kids.

.

We chatted, played and laughed

as we walked along the road

hand in hand. I can see Ifeoma

needed more than just for us to

be together at that moment. Her

eyes carried a stronger desire for

some romantic touches from the

master himself. Same feelings

were shared by me but there

was no place I could take us to –

not my fathers house. For

personal reasons, I’ve always

avoided having any intimate

relations with a girl under the

same roof my dad sleeps. I see it

as disrespectful; apologies to

those who don’t buy. I couldn’t

also take her to a guest house as

I also counted it as demeaning to

her position in my life. Annoying

fûcking personal righteousness

abi? Lol…

Anyways, I explained the present

situation to her and surprisingly,

she understood everything and

even said she respects me more

for taking such stance. We got to

a point where we had to say

goodbyes, I hugged her and also

slipped in a few currency notes

into her purse. ”I’ll miss you

dear,” she said with a teary eyes.

”I’ll miss you too,” I replied with

an itchy lips that yearned for a

kiss. We disengaged from each

other, I boarded a bike and

zoomed off while she watched.

.

My phone rang while I was still

on the bike. I looked at the

screen and saw it was Nasa that

was calling. ”Hello, hello, Spain

can you hear me? Am in Agbani

now, where are you?” Nasa’s

voice sounded from the other

end. The noise from the moving

bike and other vehicles on traffic

posed a problem to our

conversation. ”Chai, am not in

Agbani now but I will return

tomorrow,” I shouted. ”Ok then,

I will come back on friday. Keep

something for me,” Nasa replied

before ending the call.