"Not this cake joor. I told you I want chocolate cake," I whined.
Currently, we were buying cake and wine inside the shop rite.
This was the fifth cake we were looking at that wasn't a full chocolate cake."Baby, your friends will be here soon let's just get this one," he coaxed.
I groaned.
I should have ordered the cake before today but now we were just going to buy a cake already made with just 'happy birthday' written on it.
I just love chocolate whether cakes, ice cream, or chips."Ok, but I invited just one friend and she's not here yet," I muttered.
"Ok, let's go over to another place I'm sure we'll find chocolate cake," he said.
I smiled.
I was lucky to have him.
"It's fine let's take this one," I replied.
"No, I don't wanna upset you on your birthday day," he said.
Awww, he's so sweet.
"I'm not upset, ok," I touched his arm, "I could buy some chocolate while leaving so let's go with this one."
"Have the birthday not start na," my younger brother whined behind me.
I rolled my eyes.
"No, Ebube. We're about to round off here before going to snack station where we will wait for the guests," I explained.
He looked bored out of his mind at what I was saying as he played the subway surf on my phone.
Hmmph, when I was his age I didn't even have anyone to give me a phone to play games.
"Jealous, much?"
I heard my boyfriend's voice beside me as he stared at me amused.
"Jealous? Of who or what?"
"You're staring at your brother with a death glare simply because he's playing a game with your phone," he smirked.
"Oh please. Are you done let's go?" I changed the subject.
"Yeah," he smiled.
Hand in hand, we walked together with my brother in front of us still focused on his game.
And me...
Well, I was glowing with joy and happiness just walking beside the love of my life.
Or so I thought.
*~*~*~*~*
I don't want to bore you with all the details of my birthday.
His friends were all matured, married men.
I know he once told me that he doesn't move with people his age but still...
Oh well, best leave sleeping dogs lie.
My only guest was my very best friend, Zinny.
She was so happy to see me.
Got acquainted with my boyfriend and when his friends have finished fussing over me and complimenting me, she pulled me aside for a conversation.
"Ella, who's this guy?" She asked.
"My boyfriend," I replied.
"Ella, I don't like him oo," she said.
"Don't na, you're not supposed to like him he's mine," I snapped.
"God, you're blinded by love," she groaned.
She made a frustrated sound.
"Well, duh!" I smirked.
"How old is he?" She questioned.
I giggled.
"I don't know. He wouldn't tell me but I bet he's still pretty young," I smiled.
"How young?" she asked frowning.
I stared at the face of my inquisitive best friend and smirked.
"Early 30s".
"Holy Zecharia!" She exclaimed.
"What?" I groaned.
"He's almost twenty years older than you." She looked horrified.
"So? Haven't you heard that much older guys are matured and treat their wives well," I snapped.
"Ella, wake the fuck up!" She yelled.
Now, I was angry.
"I'm not sleeping, Zinny. Stop acting jealous."
"Jealous? I'm looking out for you. That guy is way older than you and I don't understand what he wants from you. He's a pompous arrogant ass who cares for noth..."
I cut her off with a slap.
"I've heard enough!" I growled.
"Ella?"
It was more of a question.
The look in her eyes like she didn't recognize me again.
I shooked my head furiously trying to clear my thoughts.
Blinking back the tears, she walked away.
And there goes my first quarrel all because of Him.
I had lost my best friend.
Now though I wish I had listened to her then maybe I would have prevented other quarrels.
So there goes how my wonderful birthday ended.
Leaving me feeling guilty and still, somehow I managed to be happy.
*~*~*~*~*
A/N:
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