I sat on a chair and placed my legs on the table observing the workers decorate and put things in other.
Mum was in the kitchen icing the cake, I could bet the cake was gonna be delicious cause I knew mum was a great cake boss and almost everyday I ate cake, cookies and chocolate " yummy" thoughts of it alone makes me wanna run into the kitchen.
oh yeah, mum wouldn't hesitate if I asked for a little piece of cake, after all what harm could a little piece of cake do?.
Apparently I jumped out of my sit and rushed into the kitchen to meet mum.
"Please mum can I have some cake and youghurt?"mum moved her eyes from the cake she waa icing to my face me.
"I thought you Just had some cookies and yoghurt few minutes ago?"
I took two steps away from her , placed my hands on my hips and said
"But mum am hungry and cookies don't taste like cake."she smiled at me and threw back her glance to the cake she was icing
"For crying out loud kim you can't be hungry in my restaurant there's more than enough food for you to consume not snacks or pastries, food! But if it's cake you want open the third deep freezer by your left and help your self out"
I applauded her immediately, wrapped my arms around her and run towards the choosen freezer.
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Guests were arriving, the restaurant was gradually getting filled up but the celebrant wasn't here, just his parents and siblings were around ensuring that things were appropriate.
They were Nigerians .for some reasons I guess that's why they also picked to celeberate at mum's restaurant.good enough they were patronizing their fellow Nigerian in the white man's land.
Am pretty much sure the celebrant wasn't aware, cause the celebrant's mum just called every one's attention to let them know that the celebrant was one minute away, and immediately they all ducked under the tables and put off the light.
I was at the kitchen , starring from a little window. Turns out mum and I couldn't go back home to change our wears due to the party set up and all, and as a person I wasn't invited so, there I was at the kitchen watching all the highlights from the window.
A minute later a black range rover jeep drove into the parking lot and the driver's door swung opened a dark guy about 5.8 inch, who had a black and white poker dot bow tie around his neck on a black sleeved shirts well housed by a white waist coat above a black pant in his middle twenties stepped out of the Rover.
Classic, was the word.
He walked towards the restaurant but am guessing he saw the closed sign then suddenly I got tapped, when I turned to see who it was I found mum muttering.
"Go and open the door for him before he goes back to his car and drives away"no one told me I had a role to play, now suddenly I get to enter the picture.to be a good girl
I moved towards the door ignoring the calibars of people hiding underneath the table whispering, and then I swing it open
"You may come in"he threw a confused glance at me .
"Who are you ? And why are you there when they boldly put up the close sign?"
Typical Nigerian, which one did he expect me to answer first, well I happen to not be a fan of answering questions ,so a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.
I take two steps close to him and forcefully pull him into the restaurant.
"His here"I screamed, immediately I pulled him in.
"Surprise, Happy birthday" they all screamed as they raised up themselves from underneath the table,then the lights came on and I got lost immediately.
Back to my position, in other to have a perfect view of the party.mum was out there greeting her friends and stuff, the music was quite loud, the people were having fun, they ate and drank to their satisfaction.the celebrant gave a speech of appreciation.
Turns out their plan worked he was surprised indeed cause he was actually supposed to meet a client at the restaurant who happened to be my mum but he was unawre of the surprise, so when I opened the door for him, he was expecting my mum not me."hahahaha"
I saw dad making his way through the crowd am guessing his here to take us home or could he be here to join the party? After all dad was prominent in a way and it looked like the party was made up prominent people due to the type of cars they parked outside and the kind of dresses they wore it had money screaming all over it.
"Kim, you can stop searching for me now am here" a male voice echoed behind me, turning around to spot the owner of the voice I find dad smilling at me.
"Evening dad" I muttered as I walked into his arms for an embrace.
"Are you ready to go?"dad asked, and Immediately I nod my head back and forth indicating that I was more than ready to leave this atmosphere, I picked up my bag and followed my dad into the crowd, there we met mum chatting with the celebrant's mother and father then dad left me and ran towards them so he could join their little gossip.
"Hey! aren't you the one who pushed me in"
I turned around to see the speaker, oh it was his royal highness, the prince of the day, now what do I owe such question?
"Can I help you?"he glanced at me and smiled.
"Yeah, you can help me by not pushing me again, all you had to was tell me it's a surprise party and I'd humbly comply by walking in"I groaned, have you all seen why I didn't wanna play a role at all!
"If I told you that, then it wouldn't be a surprise any more, your highness"he laughed like a kid and I turned my back to live.his voice halted me.
"Aren't you a little bit too young to be so rude to your elders especially to royalties like me?"I gave him a monsterous stare and he took two steps backward.
Again I turn to live, and again I am halted.
"your meeting Jake Nelson, who are you?"
What's with him and the questions?
