Let's Make A Deal

❤️ Chapter One

Simisola.

"Dad! I can't believe you planned this without letting me know." I fumed.

"Simi, I'm sorry. Calm down please, it's for the best." Dad tried to calm me down.

"For the best?" I practically yelled. "So you're gonna dump me with our new neighbour that you know nothing about and you say it's for the best."

"Simi, before Ifeoma moved into this compound, she has been my colleague. She's not just any stranger. Besides, her own son is coming over. She won't treat you any kind of bad way. Her house is barely a minute from ours. If you need anything that you feel bshe can't give you, knock on my door."

"Dad!! This still doesn't justify what you did. What sort of games were you two playing that you had to involve your kids?" I yelled.

"Simi, you can't understand. Just get dressed before six. We're taking dinner with them so atleast you get to know her and I get to know her son."

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"I want to meet that kid too–the one that wants to take my dad away from me."

"Simi, it's just one month."

I got up and paced back and forth before stopping to shooting daggers at my dad.

"I thought you would understand my problem. I haven't ever stayed with a woman for twenty-four hours without us thinking about how to murder each other."

"Simi, Ifeoma is not your mom. You will be fine."

"Why did you do this to me? Why did you two think you'd be comfortable with each other's kids? It's not like we were some close family friend. It's not a one night sleep over. You don't even know her son. Do you know if he's taller than you are?" I frowned.

He laughed, "Ah, calm down Simi, I met him once. Don't you remember that dinner party that was hosted in my workplace? When we were expected to come with our family but you were having menstrual cramps so I had to go alone."

I nodded.

"Ifeoma brought her son. He's the same age with you. He's just sixteen and no, he's not taller than I am but he's height is just okay for his age."

I let out a loud groan.

"I didn't ask you for the biography of Ifeoma's son." I snapped angrily.

"Simi, don't talk to me like that and better don't call her by her name when we get there. We know you're rude but you can just pretend, right?"

I ignored him.

"Simi, change out of that uniform." He said and with that, he departed from my room.

I groaned furiously. How could dad do this to me? He knows I hate to stay with women. Their presence irks me. If you haven't gotten it already, I would come out plain.

My mum and dad are separated. My mum was a banker. She kind of never had time and I couldn't blame her then. I managed with Dad. He was the first to know when I had my period. He has been the one I told everything that bothers me.

Dad compromised. He kept making excuses to me on her behalf. He used to tell me that very soon she would have time for me. For us!  But since she didn't, I got used to dad and pretended like we were fine till she asked for a divorce. Dad begged her for a long time but she insisted. The day Dad signed the divorce paper, I said bye to mum and women and that eight years old little angel that was me.

"Simi, I can't see you but I know you haven't changed out of that uniform. The day I say something to you and you obey once, I would buy a cow for thanksgiving in--" Dad yelled from his room and well, I zoned out on the rest words.