Keeping Each Other

THIRTEEN

As usual, I called Juliana. I'm going on a date with my husband and I haven't done this in a while so I'll need all the help I could get. She promised to come but I should be ready to let my credit card speak..

Typical Juliana.

I quickly arranged the house before Juliana arrived.

"Sister Mi" she called as she entered the house.

"I'm in the kitchen. Come this way." I responded.

She came in with a big bag.

"What's in that bag now?" I asked concerned. This girl can behave like a fish sometimes.

"Bedspread and duvet. It's new, just got it on my way here. So be ready to transfer me the cash. My eye dey red for money. Wedding is coming up." she responded with a wink.

"Did I send you to buy me duvet? Oversabi."

"Sister Juliet, you might be married with kids, but you're not old. And you should know these small small things."

"Abeg, I nor send you that one."

"Today is your anniversary, you're going on a date with your husband and the both of you have not been not the best couple for a couple of days. There's every possibility that you both are bound to get freaky tonight." she raised her brows in a seductive manner.

Ha! Poor Felix (Her husband to be), I feel so sorry for him.

"Then I've called in for home service spa and a makeup artist for glamour."

Is this what she meant by letting my credit card speak??

After a while, the spa lady came with some of her girls. They took care of my facials and body treatment including body wraps, manicure and pedicure and I waxed too.

After the spa treatment, Juliana told me to go and rest inside the room till it was 4'o'clock when the makeup artist would arrive.

"Julie" I called her.

"Yes mommy." she answered me sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.

"I just want to say thanks."

"For??"

"For everything. For being my younger sister, for holding on to me after our parents death, for taking time out of your busy schedule to look after me and making my problem your problem."

"I love you sister. You know your problem is my problem and mine is yours. You're all I've got. You're the only one I have so if I don't take care of you, who will??"

"Damien!" I poked my tongue at her.

We both burst into laughter.

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DAMIEN'S POV.

I left the office quite late. I know that Juliet would be waiting for me right now, she always keeps to time.

I was happy that finally we would talk about everything, at the same time nervous. I have some things to confess too and I hope she takes it well.

"Good evening sir." The receptionist greeted.

"Good evening. I have a reservation here table for two" I placed the reservation ticket on the counter. She called a waiter, showed the card to him and he asked me to follow him.

I got to where Juliet was seated, she was looking at a magazine that was probably placed on the table to entertain customers who were waiting. I was standing behind her, She didn't even know I had come.

She made her hair!

Of course she use to make her hair, but she did something different today. She always make braids, different kind of braids but she hardly almost never fix weavon and she did. Can't wait to see how her face looks like.

She was wearing a peach gown, one of the clothes I had gotten for her on our anniversary last year.

"Good evening" I greeted to make my presence known.

She turned.

Is this my wife??

With a smile on her face, she greeted me too.

"Evening."

I walked towards my seat and surveyed her face very well.

She looked beautiful. The hair fits her perfectly, I should advice her to fix wigs more often. She had done makeover because I know my wife is not this perfect In makeup but it was mild and natural just the way I like it.

"I lost track of time at the office." i explained.

"It's okay, I haven't been here for long anyway."

"I love your look." I complimented.

She smiled. She could have blushed if she was a fair lady but she has a caramel skin tone.

"Thanks"

I let out a sharp breathe.

"Let's order!" I said trying to signal the waiter to bring the menu.

"Babe!" she called.

I put my two hands on the table and focused my attention to what she has to say.

She placed her left hand on my right hand and said;

"We have all the time in the world, let's talk first."

"Okay. But let's order for at least a drink first."

The waiter came, and took our orders after which, he left to get them.

"So how is Jason and Jasmine?" I asked.

"They are fine. They are with Juliana right now."

"Okay that's good. Look, Juliet. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the way I've been acting for a while now. I know we had an argument and it kinda hurt me that you don't trust me and you thought I was having an affair with my secretary. I'm sorry for attempting to hit you. I swear, I felt like a monster that day."

"It's okay Damien. The slap didn't touch my face anyway." she's just trying to make me feel good. She just wants to get over with this issue but we have to bare out our minds if we want earnest forgiveness from each other.

"No it's not okay. That's why I try my best not to get angry because sometimes it's hard to control it. And, and I know that once a man starts hitting a woman, it becomes a diehard habit. So i had to leave because I was mad. I was so mad at you and seeing you aggravated me."

The waiter came with the drinks we had ordered.

Juliet had ordered for chapman while I ordered for a bottle of Andrea.

I filled my glass and gulped it down at a go. She looked, surprised at my action.

"Damien I should be the one apologizing here. I started this whole mess remember."

"You started it, and I made it worse."

"That's why we're here. To make amends. I've forgiven you already."

"No Juliet, you don't understand."

"What's there not to understand again? We shouldn't make a mountain out of a Mole hill."

"I cheated Jules. I cheated."

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