"Bintu, close the window, I am trying to sleep here" I called out to my sister as the sun trooped into our bedroom hurting my eyes. Bintu, my immediate younger sister has a habit of waking up earlier than the rest of us and then waking us up in the process.
"Bintu, are you deaf?" I shouted again and I got no response. "Ah, ah!" groaning out loud, I pulled myself up ready to give Bintu a piece of my mine when I painfully opened my eyes to the most beautiful strange room I have ever seen.
Where am I? I asked myself.
Your husband's house, my inner voice said to me. Events from yesterday crawled in, of course, I am no longer in my father's house. This is my husband's house.
I looked around the room, wait a minute, my husband! I snapped my head to the other side of the bed and it looked like no one slept in it. I leapt off the bed and opened the door to the bathroom and closet but no one was here. In fact, it looked exactly the way I left it yesterday. I found my way out of the room calling out for Kylian.
When I got to the dining room, I found the rude assistant having breakfast.
"Where is Kylian" I asked her but got no response. Moving closer to her, I repeated the question "Where is Kylian" This time around, I was absolutely sure that she heard me and intentionally ignored me
"Okay, that is it" I said out loud pissed "I am your boss, I am tired of your rude behaviour, when I see Kylian, I am going to have you fired"
She burst into laughter, spraying the contents in her mouth in every direction
"You want to fired me?" she answered mockly, then she bursted into another bout of laughter while I stood with utmost embarrassment as I watch my subordinate mock me
"Then, I wish you luck" she smirked and carried her plate of food into a room I presumed to be the kitchen. I reverted back to my bedroom and closed the door. I slide down the door to the floor and screamed silently into my hand in anger. Running my hands through my braids in frustration, I am beginning to hate that young lady and I am pissed at myself for missing Kylian. I looked at my body still clothed in yesterday's dress which mean I fell asleep while I was on the bed yesterday.
Recalling earlier event, maybe I was too hasty earlier. I shouldn't have played the boss's card when I don't even know the lay of the land yet. I just need to talk to Kylian. I picked up phone and dialled his phone number
"Hello" The same familiar voice blasted through, I must be mistaken I thought to myself and placed the phone back to my ears
"Hey, I want to speak to Kylian"
"He is busy at the moment and can't come the phone" the voice hastening replied me and cuts the call. This is the rude assistant's voice but how is that possible. Why will she be with Kylian's phone when he is not even here. I must be mistaken but I need to confirm.
I dialled the number again before I left the room and found her making her way out of the dining room. Her phone rings and she picks up the phone
"I told you, Kylian cannot come to the phone at the moment" She barked into the phone
"Why are you with Kylian's phone" I questioned her. She turned to me with contempt
"You are really annoying"
"Why are you with my husband's phone?" I yelled
"Because it is not his fucking phone but mine"
"What? How is that...." I stopped, was it her phone number Kylian gave me "Are you telling Kylian gave me your phone number?"
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The Chronicles of Bewa
Fanfic"The Chronicles of Bewa" unfolds the gripping narrative of a young Nigerian woman who defied the odds, marrying her celebrity crush against a mere 0.1% chance. She believed her troubles had come to an end, but what appeared to be a dream come true...
