{Edited}
IVAN:
"You know I never got to know why you were crying the first time we met"
I was eating a strange looking meal with a weird name but with an amazing taste which Rufi convinced me to eat for lunch with her.
Bernice had come into my office twenty minutes before break and told me so formally I laughed.
"Mr Ivan William Martinez It's twenty minutes to your next appointment which is at Henry's bar with one Miss Brown eyes and I'll advise you head out now so as not to keep her waiting" and she left.
As if to prove her words true, Rufi had called out to me as soon as I entered Hen's
"I knew you'd come"
"Who would miss a time with comedienne Rufi" I'd teased
"There's this meal I want you to try out" she'd said excitedly. "Its the days special, just ignore the look and eat ok?"
As if I could tell her no "what is it called?"
"Ikokore "
The name so scared me
"iko--- what?" I'd asked wide eyed.
"i-ko-ko-re" she'd said pronouncing each syllable as a whole word
"i-ko-ko-re" I'd repeated.
The stuff looked like child's poo, trust me it took all my will power and the hopeful look in Rufi's eyes to get me to taste it.
But man! It tastes really awesome.
"I went for a job interview" she answered the question I asked her before my mind had started its rewind.
"And it didn't go well?" Who had the nerve to tell her no?
"The interviewer was very cold, she asked if I saw a sign outside that said 'underage needed' " she let out a sad sigh
"What!" That's rude "Some people just need lessons on etiquette"
"I really tried looking matured that day, I borrowed my sister's suit, I made myself up and that's what I got " she really looked down
"Why do you want a new job, you don't like Hen's" I voiced my though cus she does the cooking here most times and they taste amazing.
"Ivan!" She gave me her dumb-ass look "I have to make more money, I need to go to school and I can't be a cook forever you know" she raised her eyebrow.
She need to go to school? I don't get this. Since when did it become a child's responsibility to fend for herself?
I thought something's only existed in Nollywood but this is reality "what class are you in?" I needed to access some things here.
She shot me a dirty look but still answered me "Just finished secondary"
"OK! Which uni do you plan on going to?"
"For now, I don't know " she shrugged.
"You'll have to forgive me Rufi, but aren't your parent suppose to pay your fees?"
She went pale and I immediately asked myself why I have a hole in my face.
"Scratch that" I apologized and she nodded. "How many years do you plan to work before going to school"
"I've been working since I was in SS2 plus I need to get into school fast, for goodness sake I'll be eighteen next month!"
My ears buzzed and the caveman in me beat his chest "eighteen?" I dropped my spoon loosing interest in the food "perfecto!" I grinned.
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