DECE-P-TION

DNIII

Falah's point of view.

I take a sip of my coffee whilst waiting for Mr khaldoun. I've always been ambitious and put that ahead of my morals sometimes but today, I will pick my morals. I have been blessed with a blooming law firm at a very young age which I made solely.

I am capable of supporting and taking care of my wife and children if im to get married. Why want something that might ruin the life of a girl? She can live her life, at least, i let her go. If she gets into a fix like this again, I did my part.

"Mr Falah?" I hear sultana's voice as I turn to see Sultana and Alya standing beside each other. I stand up in utter confusion but I don't show it. "Miss Alya, please have a seat." She walks to the table and takes her seat.

"Is there anything you'd like? Tea?" She smiles weakly. "No, thank you." I nod, glancing at sultana who has left. I sit, looking at how she has her eyes fixated on the table.

She snaps out of it, looking at me. "I apologize for the unexpected visit, my father said I should represent him for whatever it is you would like to discuss with him." I nod, noticing how elegant she looks.

"Sure, the last time we spoke, it was about his assets and there has been a recent development. The share he has in the petroleum company is a risk. The stocks are dropping and it will be best he sells it soon or he will receive a loss."

She nods, clasping her hands. "That's the only thing I have to update him about. The rest has been related to him last time we met."

"That's all?"

"Yes." She furrows her brows. "I thought it would take longer since the meeting is said to take two hours and it has only been barely ten minutes." She glances at her watch.

"We were to discuss something else." I tell her, making her tilt her head slightly. "What, if I may ask."

"Client confidentiality."

"Im his daughter, power of attorney and his secretary. I think I'm past that." Her confidence and spirited attitude makes me smile. "About you, our marriage."

She closes her eyes for a split second. "There is no marriage, Mr Falah. I thought we settled that last night."

"Miss Alya, I have cannot recall myself settling anything with anyone." She sighs, not knowing how I am enjoying riling her up. "You seem to be a very stubborn man but I understand you need time to accept it..".

"I am a stubborn man and that why I am able to achieve what I have in mind." She scoffs. "You may put your mind to achieve a lot of things which is good, for you but I suggest you get over the perception that you will marry me. Face reality."

I raise my brows, smirking slightly to her dare. "Why does it seem like you're underestimating me? I don't take that lightly." She smiles, taking her bag.

"I apologize if it seems that way, I'm implying that whatever fantasies you have is unrealistic. I have my father's backing so there's nothing you can do. Respectfully." She chuckles, standing up. "It was a pleasure meeting you and hope to see you in the far far future where we've forgotten this ever happened."

I stand up, smiling. She extends her hand to shake and I shake it. "I'll be seeing you soon." I say as she shakes her head. "I love your determination. Have a good day." I let her hand go before she walks towards the door.

"You too." I slide my hands in my pocket but she doesn't even turn to look at me. She walks out of the room and soon out of my sight. I laugh at her confidence and gutsiness.

I shake my head, buttoning my blazer back on. ".....Face reality." Her words ringing in my head, making me laugh as I walk out of the office. Interesting woman.

"It seems the meeting went well." I hear sultana. "Hm?" I turn to look at her walking beside me. I stop smiling, taking the coffee she hands to me.

"It was okay. Thank you." I take a sip of the hot black coffee. "Okay, so to the next then." I nod. "Off we go."

********

I knock on the door, waiting for the door to open. The door opens as my mother appears. She glares at me for some seconds before hugging me. "My son." I lean down to hug her better.

"Iya mí."

"I told you to be calling me mummy."

"I am." She pulls away, hissing. "You're very annoying." I laugh, walking in and shut the door. "Is father in?" She walks to the door, turning to look at me. "No, he's gone to some golf trip or whatever. He didn't listen when I told him to stay back, obviously his friends matter to him more. At least I have more space in the house."

I look at the double decker stairs and back at her. "Stop looking at me that way, no space is little." She proceeds to the main sitting room. "I haven't said anything." I chuckle, following her there.

I enter to see the room different from what it was, renovated. The interior themed white and golden, subtly. "You've renovated. Again. It looks very nice." She stands with her hands on her waist, looking around proudly.

"Yes, I saw it in a video somewhere and I realized that I can do something better so I did it." She shrugs before sitting down. "It's good, how's the business?" I sit, noticing the fresh flowers in her vase. "It's good, tiring. The clients forget that I'm in my sixties."

"Yet you look like you're in your forties and looking good." I hype her making her giggle, sitting down. "You know how to make me happy, Ola."

"Ofcourse." I smile, my mind shifting back to Alya. "Oladimeji." I raise my head to look at her. "When are you getting married?" Her voice and face changed.

"Very soon, I'm meeting her father soon." She gasps, a wide grin on her face. "What?"

"She's from a good family, very ....delightful. My perfect match." My words making her chuckle in happiness. "Is she.....?"

"No, she's...". I try to recall whether I can guess. "Fulani." She nods, letting out sigh. "That's good."

"You don't like the fact that she's Fulani?" She shakes her head. "Not at all, I wish you would've married kafaya. She's a very good girl. Well behaved."

I sit properly, taking off my tie. "Because she's Yoruba?"

"No, I just know the girl." I nod in agreement even though that's the reason she really likes her. "When will sue be coming to greet me?"

I fold my sleeves, smiling. "She's shy but don't worry. I'll get her to come greet you."

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