LOVE? YA, THAT'S SO OBSESSION!

CHAPTER TWELVE*

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NANCY'S POV

"Excuse you! What the heck is wrong with you two? Let's get on with this and leave here... I can really use a nap right now!" Sandra rebuked.

D*mn girl! This is one of the reasons I love her, I really felt down when I noticed what Anita was all about, I got cut in the belly, because I once did that sh*t... When her dad lost his job, and with her mom  working as a house help in one fancy building.

Everyone thought she was a rich kid, I was too wild back then, a venomous popular class queen, my family has always been rich, and I lived to prove it, all the same I don't want to dig into that, I am glad we rolled that away successfully.

"Hello pretty landlady... How are you doing?"  The pervert old guy waved at Efya all smiley, the uncertain expression on her face, told it was her first time at this.
She waved back to him as he drew closer to the barricade.

"Couldn't make it to church today? You never miss on purpose?" He added as I noticed Efya's shoulders relaxed, I looked over to Sandy who looked dead to what was going on as well.

Could it be that he wasn't being a pervert? "Yeah, I kind of missed my time... I overspent my night!" She responded, at this point I folded my arms and went around Sandra, the old guy kept speaking as we both went ahead hanging the clothes.

"We can use a recorded edition, what do you say to that huh?" Efya called for our attention "it won't take long I promise you that... Just thirty minutes no extras!" The old guy stated, "babes, just thirty minutes!" Efya seemed interested.

"Sure! I am really feeling bad right now! I thought he was being an asshole earlier... I can't believe I gave him the eff symbol plenty of times!" Sandra lamented.

"What the f*ck! How come he wasn't staring at our butts? I thought he liked my ass, why doesn't he? Ugh! So disappointing!" I shook my head at that as they went all judgy. "Yeah! Sure, let's hurry and go holy freaks... Just remind me to never get involved with you again, on Sundays! I don't want to carry the devil title again!"
I reproached as she communicated back to him.

We got on with the work and left to his place...
Sweet cheese! I must say we really should stop judging books by their covers... Every single decorating ornament here is absolutely stunning.

"Oh damn! Can he compromise a little and like my ass? I tell y'all I'm ready to nuzzle him all he wants if it could fetch me these. Hope he's the only living among his family?" I got all smugly but, sending Efya to her lecturing hall!

And three, two, one action! "Seriously Nancy! Is all you think about so vulgar? It's a wrong day to behave all b*tchy okay... If you've got nothing proper to bring on board then shut the f*ck up! It's Sunday for crying out loud!"

what the... Sandra folded her arms just amazed as I was.

"Way to go girl! Did I just rub off on you? You said b*tchy on a Sunday! Anyways girl you know me! I'm too thick skinned to be a hypocrite, treat the other days as you do today then you get back to me!" I commented with a bold smirk on my lips when Sandra blocked our path whiles processing the reality of her statement.

"Did I just hear you use the eff word? You just cussed out twice in this passed few minutes!" She felt her temperature with the back of her fingers.

"Well, that's the only way I could deal with her, just speak her language and she' will get it... Look she did, and if you don't quit the drama you're starring here, you Gon' get it too!" She exclaimed.

She increased her pace and rang the doorbell. We both kept staring at her as I kept smiling still getting used to the fact that she cussed... She broke the silence with a folded arms after acknowledging us "oh come on! If you read my books, you will..."  "we will find plenty in there... We get it!" Sandra and I chorally finished her statement. "Still, it's your first time vomiting it to our faces?" Sandra added.

We heard flip flops approaching from behind the closed door. "Shush, zip it okay! Enough now, it's already said and gone!" Efya stated before the unlocking of the door and the old man's face bared to us, he wore a cute, wrinkled smile.

he looked at least seventy-two, still, I'm ready to compromise. Need I tell y'all this? Reginah Daniels ain't no better than me? I am older, at least, and... I sure got all the accessories to grind him yeah!

He ushered us in after him. What the... What? The interior is magic, it's going to be glorious if I'm one day found dead in here, I know the others are keeping cool on the outside but are definitely freaking out much more than I am on the inside.

Nothing shows he's the only one alive in his family, "utterly disappointing!" I blurted inviting six eyes to my two, so I faked a smile as we proceeded. As we took the seats, he had opted for us, I gave a mysterious, long and an unpleasant noisy yawn, my eyes went wide after that, luckily, he was away but..."Here's the keys, you can take your leave right away girl, it's not by force to be here!"

Sandra handed over the keys which I rejected. "Oh, trust me, I'm not ready to be lectured again, it was just a yawn nothing else!" Yeah, it wasn't just a yawn! Not at all! I feel light-headed and any moment from now, I may need a bed but, it seems I've got to hold up on to sober.

He offered us water and headed to our reason here straight away. "Um! Pardon me sir but, we weren't able to close your gate, you might want to deal with that for us please!"

Efya flouted our agreement to not talk about it in case we are faced with any unwelcoming situation then we rush out. "Oh, that's alright one of my son in-laws will be visiting soon, he is like a son to me you know?" We all flinched at that, as his eyes curved our faces, he smiled.

"No... not what you're thinking! You have nothing to worry about. I didn't get you here to hurt you, he returned from Germany for a friend's wedding, and he decided to come around... Trust me he sucks at approaching women you know, he's so dumb at doing that!"

He clarified as our shouldered got comfy at that moment in time. "Germany? Are you a German?" Efya got nosy.

" Yeah, but he's biracial; fifty - fifty! His mom was a Ghanaian and his dad, a German and he's very decent, just not very outspoken!"

He answered as I nodded to that. "No wonder he sucks at proposing, hah!" Um, I think I did my thing again. Yeah!