LOST IN LOVE

Chapter 3

I utter as I alight from the Ma3 and take a bike.

Voke's PoV

Nini inakuanga mbaya na huyu jamaa? Yaani ni bola lakini anaact ka mse wa ghetto. Maybe_( What the hell is wrong with this guy? How can he be this rich and act like someone from the ghetto. Maybe_)
" Habari yako dereva? ( How are you driver? ) " A lady greets. Aaah! Nageuka hivi naona kadiva kamejiseti hapo kamepigasmile ingine Waaaah! Mi nani? Na piga smile ingine mwenda. ( Aaah! I just turn around and see a diva smiling and smile back.)
" Fiti, fiti mrembo...inaonekana leo nikama utachelewa lakini si saaana.(OK, OK pretty... It looks like you'll be late but not that late.) " I reply.

" Mmh! Hope so. " She replies.
" Yeah. " I say.
" And that guy looks familiar, is he a Mat(PSV) driver? " She asks. Hapa itabidi niinue profile. (I'll have to up my profile here.)
" Not really, he's from a rich family but somehow acts like a poor guy. " I reply. " Well, inakaa anatafuta job judging by the way he's dressed. (Well, looks like he's looking for a job judging by the way he's dressed.) " She replies.
" Yeah, Can you believe that they have their own company? " I ask and she looks at me doubtfully.
" Yeah, he's a Mungai....the son of the late Mungai. " I reply.
" You mean the one Mungai of PEEVA? " She asks.
" Yeah, that one....the guy that just left is Peter. His son. " I reply.
" What? He doesn't look like the peter I saw three years ago! " She replies amazed.

Rada ya huyu ngews ni gani? Kwani sa tutabonga juu ya Peter pekeake? (What's up with this girl? Will we just talk about peter only? ). I ask as I step on the accelerator.
" Dere rada umezip hvyo, kwani umecath?(What's up driver, are you angry?) " She asks.
" Not really. " I reply.
" Am alighting at the next stop. " She says.
" Mrembo,nimekusiisii...nmekulukuku manze umeninice ile mbaya...si unigote conta tubonge baadae...you know... (Pretty, I'VE taken a good look at you and I like you...will you help me your contact so that we can catch up later....you know.. )" I finally manage to ask for her contact.
" What makes you think I'll give you my number? " She asks. Nilijua tu, hawa madem huringa sana skuizi. But sidhani ka diva ka huyu anaeza nigota contake. (I knew it, this ladies nowadays play high and hard to get. But I don't think that a this diva can give me her contact.)
" Nothing just trying my luck. " I reply.

" Better try harder next time. Pull up. " She replies and I step on the brakes. As she alights some cars hoot and a car drives past the mat the driver shouting his lungs out. 'hii barabara si ya mamako!(this road ain't your mother's! )'

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ATEXX Ltd.

Peter's PoV

I hurriedly run into the entrance and a lady knocks me down and I accidentally knock a cleaners bucket that pours me dirty soapy water. Now my shirt is stained and looking all dirty while this lady is on top of me using me as a rug.
" Am really sorry. " She replies. As I open my mouth to throw insults at her our eyes meet and 'are you okay? ' escapes my lips. Fuck! That wasn't what I wanted to say!
" Yes am okay...thanks for your concern. " She replies getting up.
" But you don't look okay. Which department are you in...I can make a call and inform them you'll be reporting late for work? " She asks.
" I have an appointment scheduled at exactly 9 and it's only 6 minutes to 9....I can't miss the appointment....I guess bad luck will forever be my shadow. " I reply.
" Am so sorry for messing up your clothes. " She says.
" You don't have to be, it's alright. " I reply.
" OK if you say so...." She says.
" For ruining my outfit, you owe me one. " I utter.
" Hey am running late..catch up later. " She says as she hurriedly walks into the elevator.

What now, I didn't plan on talking to Eva after what happened between us yesterday but got no option. I dial her and she picks at the first ring.

📲Morning P?
📱Morning Eva.
📲Are you already at the company?

How can she talk as if nothing happened yesterday?

📲P? are you there?
📱Oh yeah....it's just that there's a little problem...my shirt is stained and I somehow look...
📲Wait you didn't check it before you wore it? You should have waited for me to choose for you your outfi_
📱Someone just knocked me down and ended up staining my shirt with some soapy dirty water.
📲Don't worry about a thing, just go to the reception and query for Maggie's office.
📱You mean looking like this.
📲Yeah.
📱Mmmmh! Okay.

I hung up and walk to the reception. I meet a lady looks like she's in her mid-twenties.
" Morning? " I greet and she gives me a disgusting look.
" Hey mister, this ain't a place for people like you. " She replies.
" I have an appointment with Miss Maggie. " I say and she scoffs then the telephone on her desk rings.

☎☎☎

☎️Isabel is he there?
📞Just a minute ma'am.

She replies and turns to me.

"What's your name mister? "
"Peter George Mungai. " I reply and you'd love to see the look on her face.
" My apologies for my attitude. " She says getting back on phone. That was expected of her after it downed on her that am the son of the late prominent Mungai.
" This way please. " She says leading the way to the elevator..
.......

We walk out of the elevator people staring at me disgustingly others running away like I have leprosy. Then I spot the lady who caused all this seated in her office through the transparent glass of her office. Am filled with rage but just don't know why am taking it lightly with her. Maybe, it could be that I don't want to cause a scene.
The receptionist walks beside me as if there's nothing wrong with me. Hypocrite, just because am the son of a family which most of the rich people would wanna associate with. We stop at the door and the receptionist knocks lightly.
" Come in. " A familiar voice states and the receptionist opens the door leading the way into the office.
" Anything you want sir? " The receptionist asks.
" No...am cool. " I reply.
" And what about you ma'am? " The receptionist asks.
" Am okay Isabel. " The lady replies and Isabel walks out.
" Take a seat. " She says.
" Thanks. " I reply taking a seat.
" Am sorry I ruined your outfit earlier. " She says.

" Well, you owe me one. " I say.
" I think so..for the embarrassment I'VE caused you. " She says.
" Okay..lunch? " I ask.
" Sure, lunch it is then. Maggie Stephens. " She says stretching out her hand for a shake. What the hell, she's Maggie? But she doesn't look like the lady I saw about three years ago? She's more pretty, she's got some pretty nice curves now.... Am even short of words, Wooow! She's changed a lot.
" Peter? " She calls.
" Oh...Peter Mungai. " I utter shaking hands with her.

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