A Prince's Love

Chapter 43.

*Unedited* (I'm not ashamed)

Next Day..

Danny

I sit at the table on the verandah with a glass of Fanta in front of me. I needed fresh air and being in the same room with my parents was not good for me. I couldn't stop thinking about what Maadwoa said to me. I don't even want to be reminded of you. Goodbye, Prince Danny. Just thinking about it makes my heart wrench. I know she's hurt and I know that lying to her was awful, but I didn't think she would so easily give up on us. I've never seen her so upset and angry with me, and it made me realize that I really messed up. She didn't even believe me when I told her I loved her. She looked so broken when I said that and I felt like a monster. I broke her trust to the extent that my words sound like garbage to her. The worst part is that I can't even call her anymore because she gave me back the phone. How am I going to show her how sorry I am?

A car horn sounds from behind the gate, breaking me out of my thoughts. The gateman quickly opens the gate and a blue Nissan drives in. I roll my eyes once I realize that it's one of Afia's cars. What does she want from me? She's already taken everything from me. I barely speak to her anymore (not like I did before anyway). At this point, she's just a pesky fly that won't stop following me.

I stand up to make my way back inside, seeing as my peace was about to be ruined.

"I know you saw me. Would you just stay there?" her voice calls out sternly. I roll my eyes and hiss, before reluctantly sitting back in the seat. As she makes her way towards the verandah, I notice a red lunch bag in her hands and my heart drops in fear. Please tell me she didn't concoct more poison for me.

She steps onto the verandah and gives me a small smile before sitting down across from me. I don't return the smile and stare blankly at her, waiting for her to speak.

"Hi Dannybear." she greets, still using that ridiculous nickname. I nod in response, still not speaking. She gazes at me expectantly, waiting for a response or gesture but I only lift the glass of Fanta to my lips and take a sip. She rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh, before placing the red lunch bag on the table.

"I made lunch for you. It's jollof and fried plantain. It's my special recipe." she tells me with a wink. The wink scared me even more and I wanted to disappear.

She unzips the bag when I don't respond and takes out the bowl of 'food'. When she takes the cover off the bowl, I choke on air.

"I thought you said you made jollof?" I ask incredulously, breaking my silence.

She nods. "This is jollof."

I glance at the bowl again. The rice was green and white. Green! How does jollof become green? The fried plantain was cut into messy strips and was black and hard, like rock. I almost barf in my mouth.

"Why is it green?" I inquire.

"I told you it's my special recipe. The pepper I used was all green and I decided not to use tomato paste because everyone does that and I wanted mine to be different." she says, as if she makes sense.

Well, this is definitely a special recipe. She needs to find a new hobby because this is not working out for her. She could kill someone if she keeps going on like this.

"I'm not hungry." I tell her, quickly taking a sip of my drink.

She huffs. "Please eat. I spent time making this."

I doubt that.

"I'm really not hungry. I didn't ask you to make it."

She glares at me. "Well, I still did. The least you could do is be grateful and taste it."