Maadwoa is an unassuming girl, who lost her mother during birth, and never met her father. She lives with her aunt, where she constantly suffers through the wrath of her aunt's treatment, only getting comfort from her uncle and her best friends. Wha...
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Danny
It's been two days since the lovely date I had with Maadwoa. I wished I could have stayed with her for the rest of the day, but I didn't want to deal with the wrath of my parents. Fortunately for me, when I rode the bus back home, they were still having a meeting in the throne room, and they were not even aware I left the house. I don't know what was preoccupying them for that amount of time, but I'm glad it did.
I haven't gotten to see her in person since then, and strangely enough, she hasn't been answering my texts or calls. She didn't respond to my 'goodnight' message last night or my 'good morning' text this morning, when usually she is the first one to message me in the mornings. I was beginning to feel a little tense. It's not like her to avoid my messages. I start to ponder about whether I did or said something. If I did, I'm sure she would've addressed it, instead of just avoid me.
If I wronged her in anyway, I need to know so I can beg for her forgiveness. I make my way to the living room, where my mother sits relaxed in her throne, receiving a manicure or pedicure (I'm a guy, I don't know which is which).
"Easy on the cuticles." she sharply commands one of the maids, who was working on her feet.
"Good morning mummy." I greet, hoping I can sweet talk her into leaving the house.
She looks up at me, giving me a smile. "Good morning my lovely son."
She seems to be in a good mood today, hopefully that works in my favour. I stuff my hands in my pocket before shooting her a boyish grin.
"Where's father?" I question, noticing his empty throne.
She gestures towards the marble stairs. "He is still asleep. He was up for quite a long time last night."
I nod, hoping this would make my request much easier.
"I was thinking of going out for some air today. Am I allowed?" I ask, causing her to narrow her eyes at me.
"Are you implying that there is no air in this house?" she asks, with some amusement to her tone.
I dryly chuckle at her question.
"I mean, I just want to go out today."
"Where?" she questions, blowing on her nails.
I rock on my heels, trying to find a random answer. I say the first thing that pops into my head.
"After driving around, I'll stop by Afia's house." I lie.
She raises her brow at me in amazement. Even I shocked myself. Of all the lies I could have fabricated, I told her I am going to Afia's house. When have I ever willingly visited her?
"Wow, I am quite shocked. You've never willingly visited her." she remarks. See, even my mother is aware.
I nod in agreement. "I know, but I figured that if we are going to be married soon, I might as well get closer to her. She's not that bad."
