Beyond Surface

Chapter 30_ Bobo

Sisi's Point of View (P.O.V)

It's Teusday. My most disliked day of the week. But this particular Teusday, is somewhat different. Like spiced with more than enough gists and laughs, with my whole family.

'Bobo, how many girlfriends do you have in your office?', I asked him through messaging, a few hours after the close of business hours, and placed my phone on the bed while I took the few steps that lead from my bed to my wardrobe.

I got into my animal skin print slack and a black vest and then cornered to the vanity mirror, adjacent my wardrobe. I sat on the small polished, wooden stool in front of it and plucked out a clove of wool from it's pack, dipped it into my cleanser and began to exfoliate my face.

While I scrubbed my face, my phone beeped the special beep, and that was a notification of a mesage from  my baby.

I jolted a little bit, from excitement, that he had time and was able to message me that night, and mistakenly wiped the soaked wool across my right eye.

'Ohhh!', I cursed as I held on to the eye socket by placing my palm on it, and waved my other palm in the air, just in front of my face to create a little bit of air, depicting a hand fan.

To love is to hurt oh!. And this is a part of it!.

I sped up my facial cleansing process, and hopped into bed, grabbing my phone to view the pop up message notification.

'Zero', was what it read.

I let out a sigh, with my lips parted and rolled my eyes, before I typed.

'In your estate fa?', I inquired further. Not for certainty or clues, and not because I didn't trust him, but just for the sake of asking, and maybe, using it as a measure to lead to another topic.

'Also zero....', his message which came in almost immediately read, and it got me smiling. Or blushing maybe.

'...Sisi, I go to work, I come back, I don't go anywhere, so I don't even know any girl that stays within the estate', he sent to me, and I believed it. And accepted it as well.

Because I know him. And that's the truth!.

'Okay. So how many do you have on your phone?. On social media', I asked again, because I just wanted to trouble him. Further.

'That's another interesting one. I seem to be always messaging you, and, when you say 'goodnight', I go to bed', were the words his message read.

My boyfriend, whom I call 'Bobo', an almost 6ft Northern brought up, self made and striving, Hausa Fulani guy, in his mid twenties.

Or late twenties?!.....???

Absolutely light skinned and reserved. Chubby, humble and a perfect definition of a sarcastically gentleman......

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Sisi's Point of View always ranges within 500 words. Well, this will get completed soon.

How have you been fellas?!. I missed you lots😪😔