A woman’s world 10

When I arrived at Thato’s residence, her eyes were swollen; she had been crying. I sat next to her, placed my arms around her and rocked her gently. I could tell she was glad to have me around. After a few moments of silent communication, I made her sit on the couch in the living room while I prepared something for her to eat. She was grateful. she sat and ate quietly, her eyes filled with unspoken tales of Wandile’s misconducts. We talked about everything else but him and she even had a laugh when Amanda’s issue with Adam came up. By the time I left, she had brightened up even though she didn’t mention anything about her violent suffering at the hands of her boyfriend. I went home wondering what really happened between them. I didn’t want to push. I wanted her to be ready to speak.

Days went by and she didn’t say anything. As a matter of fact, she was back to her old self in no time so we all decided to sweep the issue under the carpet. I had other things to focus on anyway, like Phil…. Oh my! What a man! He was everything I ever wanted; he spoke to me with respect, took me out to fancy restaurants, treated me like a queen! Days soon turned into weeks and I still didn’t get any sexual pressure from Phil. I started to wonder if I had caught another weirdo in my net. All we did was have dinner, talk about his business and compare Nigeria and South Africam He kissed me on the cheek a couple of times but that was it! There were so many theories running through my mind; perhaps he was gay, castrated or preferred jerking off to Pornography. Whatever the case was, I was determined to find out.

“So what exactly do you want?” I asked him one night at one of our many dinners. By then, I had known him for four weeks.

He looked from the menu and smiled at me “Chicken breasts and a greek salad will do. I’m not that hungry.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “I mean what do you want from me?”

He raised his eyebrow and broke into a wide smile. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Is that a trick question? If I knew mister, I wouldn’t be asking you.”

He placed his hand over mine on the table and said “You are special to me Dineo. I actually planned to ask you later in the evening but I might as well do it now.”

My heart stopped. Was it one of those 90210 or Bold and Beautiful moments where the guy just spontaneously proposed?

“How would you like to spend a weekend with me at my family’s beach house in Cape town?”

It wasn’t a proposal but it was a request that had me over the moon! The thought of lazing around on the beach with this amazing man was more than enough to make me burst into tiny pieces from excitement. Our flights were booked for the following weekend and I can tell you that it was all I thought about during the week.

The day finally arrived. It was a thursday evening (Friday was a public holiday so it was a nice long weekend). Two hours flight and we arrived in beautiful breath-taking cape town. He hired a car and we drove to the beach house. It was perfect, right in the heart of Camp’s bay, facing the beautiful ocean. It was the exact environment that I needed to seduce Phil and I had a few ‘tools’ I purchased from La Senza to perfect the art of seduction….. Except there was a problem; Phil’s grandmother was at the beach house too. At first I thought I could make conversation with her but I was slapped with the realisation that she didn’t speak English. According to Phil, she was being treated for Osteoporosis in Capetown so he put her up in the beach house with a nurse just to make sure the house was never empty.

“Don’t worry. She won’t get in our way.” He said obviously sensing my discomfort as we took our bags to one of the bedrooms.
I smiled in response and kissed him fully on the lips.

He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, teasing me with his fingers and igniting all the nerves I forgot I had.

“Let’s go to the beach.” He whispered in my ear. I gladly agreed. I changed into my bikini and managed not to melt when his grandmother cast dis-approving looks at me.

It was a beautiful evening on the beach. We sat by the shore and talked, kissed…basically made out right there on the beach. The sun was setting by the time we sat cuddled in each other’s arms.

“I’m hungry.” He said. “I hope the cook made something appealing.

“There’s a cook?” I asked wondering how rich he was.
He laughed. “Well, the nurse can’t do the cooking and cleaning.”

We went back to the house. It was rather quiet. Phil’s grandmother was watching TV in the living room. Phil told the nurse she could leave for the night since we were there to look after his grandma. We sat in the kitchen and had a sumptious dinner of lamb chops, asparagus and spicy rice. The cook left while we were busy eating; Phil wanted to make sure we had the house to ourselves…well us and his grandmother.

When we finished dinner, we went to the living room hoping to get his grandmother up to her room but we were too late. She was comfortably asleep on the recliner couch. Phil wanted to wake her but I stopped him.

“She’s peacefully asleep. Let’s just stay here with her.” I whispered. He nodded in agreement and pulled out an old blanket from one of the cupboards. We sat on the floor and he lit the fireplace to create the perfect romantic atmosphere and also to keep the room warm in spite of the howling wind that had suddenly taken over the calmness of the night (Cape town and its erratic weather *sigh).

We sat on the floor, wrapped up in the blanket and each other’s arms talking till we fell asleep. It was so romantic and intimate, I couldn’t have wished for a more romantic atmosphere. During the course of the night, I woke up to use the bathroom. Phil and his grandmother were soundly asleep and the fire we lit was dying out. I walked closer to the fireplace and saw some logs close to it. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and threw two logs into the fire. ‘That should be enough to keep the fire on till morning.’ I thought to myself. I used the bathroom and went back to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to Phil’s gentle peck on my cheek. I smiled and kissed him.

“Sleep well?” He asked. I nodded in response. He yawned and stretched, muttering something under his breath as his grandmother who was still on the sleeper couch said something in their native language. Phil stood and went to her bedroom, he came back speaking their native language and after a while, looked exasperated.

“Is everything ok?” I asked standing from the floor to walk up to him.

He scratched his head. “We are looking for my grandmother’s leg”.

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About Demilade Fayemiwo

I am a woman on an adventure; a student of life; a voice for the hopeless. I'm a city set on a hill. Motivation is what I do; it is who I am; it is hardwired into my DNA. I can't help but get you moving!
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