The Chronicles of Bewa

C2: The Arrival

A clear sky and bright sunny day

These all mean that my path forward as I start my new life is going to be clear and also bright. Maybe even sunny too. I tell myself as I try to gauge Paris's weather condition from the private plane's window Kylian sent to bring me from Nigeria.

Finally, I am in Paris

Nothing could quantify the happiness I felt in my soul as butterflies flutter erupted in my stomach at the thought of seeing my husband again. I can't believe I can miss someone this much, I have missed him to the extent that if I don't see him soon, I am going to explode.

But my happiness was soon overloaded by the great uneasiness I feel in my stomach as the plane descend down. This happened when we were taking off and I thought it had something to do with what I ate at the private airport in Nigeria but I think this has to do with plane. A soothing relief flow through me when the plane landed and the uneasiness gently faded away. I need to see a doctor about this, there has to be something they can do about this since I am going to be travelling a lot with Kylian

Ever since he left me in Nigeria, a month ago, I have not been able to talk to him. His assistant who always sounds like she can't wait to get off the phone said he has been busy with work which I know.

His team has been balling both in the Ligue 1 and champion's league. Currently, Kylian is the highest goal scorer in every kind of league there is. Talk of premier league, La liga, Bundesliga, Serie A and Ligue 1. In all five most important leagues right now, he is the best and I know that does not come easy, he has to put in the work and I couldn't be more proud of him but I just wish I can talk to him for some few minutes just to show him that I care.

I unhook my seatbelt when the plane stopped and brought my Armani purse closer to myself to put in it my personal effects which I scattered around during my 6 hours trip. I slid my feet into the six inches Louis Vuitton heels I purchased recently.

Yeah, I am clothed with designer shit from my head to my feet. Even my toes and finger are painted with a Fenty product. Being married to Kylian Mbappe came with its perks. Grinding my teeth in pain as my toes struggled to find a place to settle inside the heels. This heels are fucking painful but I have make an impression on my husband. I know adorning myself with designers shit I have hard time remembering its brand names might be a little too much but he needs to know that I am qualified to walk alongside him on the red carpet during Ballon d'or award ceremony and every other award ceremonies he gets to attend.

Flipping my 12 inches knotless braid over my shoulder, I slowly stepped down on the air stairs to meet the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and trust me, I have met a lot

A pixie haircut, black jacket on a black jean and I don't think anyone can rock black the way she rocks it.

God! Those boots...

They are fucking beautiful and perfect. I am getting it too. Tall, her face slightly oblong and slightly chiselled, if that counts as a face shape. Thin pink lips, pointed nose, hands crossed just below her slightly elevated chest, upright stance and when she removed the black shape adorning her eyes, the most beautiful blue eyes came to view.

Seriously who created this woman? God Obviously

"Hey" I said out loud as I got closer to her

"Welcome" she replied in a cool hard familiar voice. The voice that always sounds like she can't wait to get off the phone. OMG! The impatient assistant and judging from her scrunched up face, I think I said it out loud

"What!

"I am so sorry, I am just so excited to see you. I am Bewaji but my friends call me Bewa. So please call me Bewa"