Diary of a broke Naija playboy - S01 E48

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Diary of a broke Naija playboy - S01 E48

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 48

Chinaza was there at my door looking like she came for a fight. I wasn’t expecting anything less since it took close to 1 hr and dozens of missed calls for me to get to her. You can’t blame me, I had to intercept at least 5 girls on my way back. They were all old acquaintances so no new chic. Shape wasn’t in and everywhere was as dry as harmattan air.

“You look beautiful,” I started with my flattery, I needed her to smile. I was not in the mood to be lashed on.

“Where have you been?” she started slowly as was usual with her. If you don’t know Naza and happen to Judge her with her tone, then you are in for something hotter than hell.

“Baby don’t be angry, I forgot my bag at school,” I said and she frisked me with her eyes, flapping her naturally long eyelashes in an enticing way.

“So where is the bag?”

“I didn’t say I went back to bring it, did I?” my lie had hooked me in my throat. I had miscalculated. I didn’t even have a school bag.

“So what took you long if you didn’t go back for the bag?”

“Naza leave me alone, if you hadn’t lost the key I gave you, you would have just come in and relaxed,” I grumbled, she kept quiet to my surprise. I opened the door and we went in. I closed the curtains and hugged her, the pregnancy creating a little obstruction for me but it didn’t stop me from kissing her. She returned the kisses.

“Hmm, this one you are allowing me to touch you anyhow?” I asked and she smiled weakly.

“I don’t have strength for your arguments joor.”

I led her to the bed and she sat on it. I got her a can of malt from the fridge. She took it without a thank you and got me to open it for her.

“Are you hungry?” I asked and she nodded.

“Do I cook indomie for you?”

“Anything is ok,” she murmured and fell back on the bed. I switched on the TV for her and ran into my little kitchen. Something within me was signaling me that Naza was going to reject that indomie and ask for something else, maybe Pizza. So I opened one packet of indomie and dipped it into the boiling water. Sprayed the seasoning on it and covered the pot. A bachelor’s way of cooking noodles.

I fell back into the room and into her arms. We watched the tv silently while rubbing each others hands. It was soothing in a way and I realized how much I had missed her.

15 minutes later, the smell of burning noodles in the kitchen jilted us.

“Chinecherem, the indomie is burning,” Naza called, slapping me up from her laps. I jumped up and jumped my way into the kitchen. The indomie had burned but not that much.

“Baby it’s only browned, there’s not much burning on it,” I told her.

“I know, put that one in a plate for yourself and cook another one for me. It’s not good for the baby to be eating burned food.”

I hissed and did as commanded. I had no choice. A new packet of indomie and a new burning of gas, life with Naza is sweet but hardly easy. I was just out of the kitchen when Shape walked into my room, making noise with Chinaza and bouncing her boobs and booty all over the place. They did their girly greetings, sweetheart and sweet names flying all over the place, one would have thought they were a bunch of lesbians. Then shape asked.

“Hey, something nice is smelling. Neche what are you cooking?”

“I am boiling water. She wants to take her bath,” I answered.

“Hmm, this water that smells like Indomie.”

“Don’t mind him, he burnt the first one and he is cooking another one,” Naza intercepted.

“Hey, baby how many are you cooking, I hope it will be enough for all of us?” Shape asked, cuddling close to me, all jittery.

“It’s just one o.”

“Make it two naa, eh sweetheart,” she said, giving me one of those seductive look and smile.

“Make it three,” Willie called from outside, coming into the room with Shape’s handbag. Shape rolled her eyes at him and faced me again. I and Naza just stared wide eyed at Willie. Neither of us knew that shape had been with him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked my brother.

“What is she doing here?” he asked me, pointing at Chinaza.

“I came to see my baby daddy,” Naza replied.

“Ehe, me I came to see my baby mama,” Willie said and we all laughed.

“So what are you making two?” Willie asked.

“So you didn’t even know and you were asking for three?” Chinaza asked. I was becoming quiet. With the way things were turning out, the afternoon lunch was going to be on my account. I simply lacked the appetite to talk.

“Tell me naa, maybe I will even add my own,” he said.

“Baby, we are cooking Indomie,” shape said and eyed me. I kept wondering where she got that we from.

“Okay, then make it five, three for me,” Willie finally declared and then from nowhere, James came in with his books yelling make it seven. At this point, it took the man in me to stop me from crying. I merely sniffed. Everyone laughed because they thought it was funny. I was in this mood when I heard a familiar sexy voice at my door say “Make it 8,”. We all turned to the door and Chinecherem was there, looking like Miss Unizik, fresh, succulent and all.

We all shot her daggers with our various eyes but I think shape shot her fire.

“I forgot my Bible,” she protested and before she was done explaining why she came back, the second packet of Indomie burned.