I just finished preparing French fries, liver sauce, lettuce salad and fresh orange juice. Eat breakfast like a king abi? That's what I'm doing today since I am home alone. I was proud of my self so I took a picture of it and posted it on my whatsapp status. The comments and reactions should be fun.
K: I'm coming for breakfast. Dama mama bata nan and I don't eat out.
S: 😹kkk
Spoilt brat.
I dished some of the food and came to the sitting room. I was wearing just boy shorts and a giant T-shirt. Soft old T-shirts are the best I swear.
I turned on the tv, spongebob was on. I love that spongey fool. I began shovelling the food into my mouth in a very unladylike manner. This is the life.
*I used to believe
We were burning on the
edge of something-
Justin Bieber's voice came out of nowhere. I turned around and he was in my house! Singing to me!
No, he's not in my house, just my phone ringing. Heheheee
S: hello you
K: I'm here
S: what?
He's joking. Calm down
K: I told you I was coming for breakfast didn't I?
S: My dad is home
K: lies baby girl. You told me he travelled out yesterday. Har ya dawo ne? (Is he back yet?)
Shit. I did tell him my dad travelled to U.S for a 3 week summit or something like that. I really need to learn how to shut up.
S: mama na nan.
K: try again.
I'm totally busted.
K: are you going to open the door or what?
S: ina zuwa.
So this is happening. I'm so nervous right now. What if mummy forgot something and she comes back? Boom. Me and an unidentified male in her house. Kaniya! Har na hango. I shook away the terrifying thoughts and pulled on a hijab before making for the door.
He was wearing a brown jallabiya with a black turtle neck inside. His two favorite colors. It made him look bigger than he actually was but cute. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was in its natural form. Super curly and dense.
"You couldn't even comb your hair?" I asked him, amused.
"I had just woken up when I saw your post. All I did was brush my teeth and here I am" he shrugged.
"Good morning" he said and smiled.
"Good morning. I thought you were joking!"
He chuckles.
"I've always told you not to play with me baby girl" the queasy feeling was twice as queasy now that he was straight up calling me 'baby Girl' does that even make sense?
I served him the food. It was so weird. Him sitting on the sofa and me serving him food, making him tea and all that shit.
"Yauwa! Thanks" he said rubbing his palms together. I laughed.
"No problem" what do I do now? I can't just sit here and watch him eat, or have him watch me eat. It'll be weird right? Definitely. So I took my half eaten food and fled to the kitchen and sat on the freezer. My favorite spot in the whole house. I'm weird, I know.
I kept on scrolling through my Instagram feed until I was interrupted. My phone rang and I momentarily seized before I saw the called ID. It was Kabir. I thought it was my mum because I never get to do anything out of the normal without God catching me. One way or the other. I sighed heavily.
