YET TO COME

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Well, she discovered that he had tricked her when they arrived at the cinema. He had bought a huge bowl of popcorn, having noticed that she liked the snack. He had presented their tickets to the confirmer and then guided her into the viewing hall. He had not chosen a horror movie. He had chosen a Nigerian movie, an interesting one at that. Its name was Sugar Rush. The movie was ongoing when they arrived. They had missed about thirty minutes of screen play. Their seats were forty seven and forty eight respectively. They took their seats watched the movie with Chinwem relishing it and Clement watching her all through the screen play. All in all, they enjoyed the one hour forty minutes of the movie. They left the cinema at three minutes after four o’clock.

‘Where are we having dinner?’ she asked curious of the yacht. He didn’t answer her. ‘Clement,’ she said again. ‘Where exactly are we going to have dinner?’ she asked, louder.

‘When we get there, you shall see,’ was all he told her as he navigated the roads to his target terminus. They arrived at the destination he had in mind after about forty minutes of slightly mad driving. She marveled when they reached, wondering what the hell they were actually doing there. It was the Imo International Airport. She wondered where on earth this dinner on a yacht was going to hold.

‘This is wonderful,’ she said under her breath. He chuckled, hearing her.
‘Here we are,’ he told her with an accomplished smile as he switched off the ignition.

‘Where are we actually going Clement?’ she asked him once again. ‘This as I can see is an airport and not a sea port,’ she stated. ‘I don’t believe yachts are stationed here, at the airport, are they?’ he shook his head, leaning in to undo her seatbelt. He freed her from the restrain before his eyes met hers.

‘Chloe, we are going to Port Harcourt,’ he finally told her. ‘I believe that there is lot of seaports there. Though, I have booked a yacht already,’ he informed her nonchalantly.

‘Clement,’ she said, speechless for the moment, unable to string words together. He was taking her to another state for a date? Who actually does that? Clement, her mind answered the question for her. He was being extravagant. This was obviously too much, flamboyant. What on earth was he trying to prove to her? Then, suddenly, a thought came upon her. She hadn’t thought of it before. What if he wanted to propose to her? Yes, that would explain the dress he had given her, the expensive accessories and jewelries, the elaborate date with all the fuss and drama, the dinner on a yacht, just everything.

‘Anyways, let's go or we’ll be late for our flight Mon amour,’ he stated getting out of the automobile. He took her suitcase out of the backseat then went to get his in the boot. He turned around and opened her door for her, beholding a still flummoxed lady. He grinned, very much amused. ‘Oh come on now Chloe,’ he urged her. She came out and he locked the vehicle securely. He pocketed the keys for the automobile.

They were aboard their flight in a matter of minutes. The flight didn’t last long with Chinwem saying nothing to him, still confused. Well, she was not confused enough to reject a glass of Chapman and a takeaway plate of samosa and spring rolls. She downed hers and also ate his. She was gluttonous for someone who had eaten the size she did for lunch. He had no idea that it was nervousness playing its part in her.

They arrived at Port Harcourt in about an hour time, just about twenty minutes to six. There was a vehicle waiting for them, one with a designated driver who took them straight to their destination. They arrived at the hotel he had chosen sometime later. He led her to the suite he had booked for both of them. It was a large suite with a huge bedroom, a kitchenette and dining inclusive. It was like an apartment, not to mention it was far bigger than hers and hers was sizeable and had two bedrooms instead of one. He picked his clothes and addressed her.