I forgot to say that from now on I am going to be indicating when it's someone's pov, mainly Indila and Terry but there's a possibility that other people are going to have a pov.
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Indila's pov
As I walked into the house I could scent the smell of my favorite delicacy coming from the kitchen, so I walked into the kitchen and spotted one of the cooks cooking, is that Mrs.Adebisi? She has been our cook for as long as I could remember, she was even here before Boma was born she was such great company and she has become like family to us. She is in her early fifties, fair in complexion, has a full head of hair, 5ft tall, and she is extremely beautiful."Mrs.Adebisi is that you?" I asked, she turned around in shock and then smiled when she noticed who it was, "Ebiere my child is that you? You look so grown," she said coming over to engulf me. "Good afternoon ma'am how have you been?" I asked in reply, "oh my dear I am good oo," she replied.
"Ehn, I said I will ask, how was boarding school my dear?" "School was fine oo ma, it's just a bit stressful," I spoke honestly, "don't worry it will soon be over, shebi you are in your last year of secondary school?" "Yes ma I am and I will be on my way now, but I just wanted to say that ogbono smells good and I am sure it also taste as magnificent," I complimented her cooking skills, "oh my dear it was specially made for you, I just remembered how much you love ogbono soup so I decided to make it," she stated.
I walked out the kitchen after having a little catch up with Mrs.Adebisi, I walked to my parents room and knocked on the door, I waited outside for a response but instead I got a bear hug from my mum who had just flown out of the room.
"Mummy, mummy I need space," I coughed out trying not to suffocate, " oh my darling daughter look at you! you're adding weight oo and you look as beautiful as I did in my hay days," I laughed at my mum's statement she and my dad always liked to argue about who I looked like the most.
"Thank you mummy, how have you been and what have you been up to?" I asked her, "oh my dear I have been coping oo, I go to manage my business make sure everything is in order, I also got invited to Milan fashion and I met some models like; Gigi hadid, Bella hadid, Emrata, Adu aketch, Anok Yai and many more." "Ah ah mummy this one your just bragging like this," I said and she laughed. "Guess what? I even got the honor of meeting Donatella Versace and we discussed a possible project in the future," as soon as those words left her mouth I almost screamed, "so you mean to tell me you didn't just meet world famous models but also a world famous fashion designer, and you are collaborating with her?!" I practically screamed in excitment, "calm down your jumping too much, and yes oo it's true."
After chatting up my mum I found out my dad was in Abuja having some meetings. He is a senator so it was normal for him to be in Abuja, but he didn't visit Abuja much. My mum on the other hand is a fashion designer who is very popular and has a brand of her own. Although my parents are two very busy individuals they always make time for their family and themselves, they always cherish each others presence and they look at each other like they fell in love all over again, and I aspire to find the type of love they found, one day..........
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Terry's pov
meanwhile at the Otedola's.....
"Terry guy get up we don reach house," my brother announced , I got up and walked to him. The house looks more beautiful at this time of the day with all the lights enhancing the beauty of the house at night, we walked to the door with the maids who were carrying my luggage's.
As soon as I walked in the first person I met was my little sister Gemma, she ran to me and hugged me tightly while I picked her up and spun her around. "Terry!!" she screamed in her squeaky voice, "Gem!!" I screamed with her and she giggled, I carried Gemma to the kitchen and the next person I met was Ariana.
"Terry ha fa na, how was boarding school?" she asked, I hugged her with Gemma still in my grip, "school was fine, but being head boy is stressful sha," "Yes! I even forgot you are head boy, but wait how is that possible?"she asked eyeing me. I chatted with her for ten minutes before I left the kitchen walked upstairs to my room.
Gemma and Ariana are my little sister's. Gemma is the youngest in the family, at the age of four she is in kindergarten, and Ariana was second youngest being fifteen in SS1.
When I entered the room it looked exactly the way I left it. It was very spacious, the king sized bed with white bedspreads, white pillows, and a gray duvet, the headboard was like a cushion, and there was the white grayish rug that has always been under the bed so when I step out of bed it won't be the the icy cold floor my feet will come in contact with, but the warm cozy rug. On one side of the room there was a book shelf reaching the ceiling and it was filled with books of my liking, and behind the bed was the window and a counter which you could sit on to look at the beautiful sight, a side table a little bit to the left of the room, tinted windows at the ceiling right above my bed, and the light bulbs hanging from the ceiling.
After admiring the peaceful room I stripped myself of my house wear and put on my normal clothes. I walked downstairs and was met with my parents standing in front of me smiling, my mum was the first to approach me and engulf me in a warm hug, when we separated my dad gave me a manly hug. I greeted them by prostrating, "O dara irọlẹ ma, sir irọlẹ o dara." (good evening ma, good evening sir).
"O kaabo si ọmọ mi," (you are welcome my son) my dad said, "Terry dear how have you been? how was school?, is there anything new?" my mum asked, "mum I am fine, school was also fine , and no there is nothing new, But I do need to ask how has my beautiful mother been?" I replied "I am fine oo you know me always working," she replied. We chatted like that until it was time for dinner.
So our two main characters are back for Christmas break, do you think they will be able to stay away from each other or will the universe force them together? Well read to find out.
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Teen FictionIndila James a young lady with a kind heart in a wicked world. Indila is a Nigerian girl who has a "perfect family". What happens when she comes in contact with a familiar face, what happens when that face belongs to none other than Terry Otedola he...