Let's Make A Deal

❤️ Chapter eleven

Simisola_

  After dad left, I stood still for some minutes with watery eyes. So really, we couldn't stop the exchange. Really, I'd be staying with Dindu's mum for three months. Really, I'd be separated from my dad?

  "His house is a stone throw from here, you can visit him on Saturdays when he's not busy." Aunty Ifeoma said as if she read my mind.

   I nodded.

"Let me take you to your room." She said again as she helped me carry one of my bags while I struggled with the rest as I followed her.

  She unlocked the rooms door. The room had a high mouka foam at the side. It was dressed neatly with a white bedsheet. A little bookshelf stood at one corner of the room, it was stocked with books. A reading table and reading chair was very close to the bookshelf.

  On the table was our biology textbook and immediately I knew the room belonged to Dindu.

  Aunty Ifeoma walked closer to the big wardrobe. She opened it slightly then she nodded her head.

  "Yes, he packed his clothes neatly so there's space for you to put yours. This wardrobe is big enough though." She said.

  "Do you need me to help you unpack?" She asked almost immediately.

  I shook my head quickly.

"I hope Dindu isn't going to stay in my room too. You should better call my dad and tell him not to let him stay in my room. Even if you give me his room, I just can't let him stay in my room." I whined.

"Ah Simi, do you like this room or not?"

  "How'd you be comfortable with me staying in your son's room?" I asked placing my hands on my chin.

  She rubbed her temples. "Simi, your dad won't let Dindu stay in your room, trust me and this is your room for now. Just unpack while I make dinner."

  I nodded, still murmuring softly  as she left the room.

   It took me a while hour to unpack. Dindu's room was pretty neat and spacious. He arranged his stuffs so we'll that I had space to keep mine without intruding on his personal things. Above all things, what I appreciated more in Dindu's room was the pretty 'Mirror Mirror' on the wall.

   When I was done, I fell flatly on Dindu's bed but I got up as quickly as I laid on it. It felt different. I was expecting something soft like my bed or prolly a water bed because with the way Dindu acts, you'd think he lives in Mars or he drives Lamborghini.

  It's not like our estate wasn't fine. Infact, Kay estate is one of the finest estate you'd see in Lagos. Everyone staying here was sure living above average. This is were lawyers, doctors, Business gurus, engineers and the likes resides. We're referred to as third class but when you hear of Donesia estate, first thing that comes into your mind is Commissioner, minister, House of the assembly members and all. They're referred to as second class. If you stay in Donesia estate or estates like that, your dad must be very wealthy and everyone would want to be your friend. That place is a G.R.A.

   Someone would mistake Dindu and Kelly for people who lives in such estates.

     Fourth class are just simply average people who are able to take care of their needs at it comes. These are people that stay in places like Ruby estate while fifth class are referred to as 'Poor.'  Yeah, Lagosians can say it straight to your face. Are you ready to meet the sixth class?

    Okay, breathes in.. I really pity people referred to as sixth class or class zero. They live from hand to mouth. Most of them steals to eat. They're very common. Most of them lives under the bridges or in the streets. Most teenagers from class zero families do not even go to school. Some of them hawk wares even under the hot sun while others get pregnant or impregnate a girl then run away. What admire in this set of people, despite their waywardness is the fact that they live everyday as it comes. They believe that tomorrow would provide for them. They are the most cheerful people you'd ever meet. They live like they have no worries.

   Let's talk about Glamour estate. This is less of an estate but more like heaven on Earth. This is were Mr. Prezz stays whenever he comes to Lagos. People like Aliko Dangote are naturally entitled to have a place there whenever they visit Lagos. It's a Once-in-a-while house since most of them only stays there when they come around. The place is guided with immerse security. Hey, if you're fortunate enough to take at least one picture there, you have the right to feel like you've made it in life. These are the ones called first class.

   Social status is almost everything here. Sometimes, I think it's no fair that people are being graded class by class. I mean, why...

   "Is that how you will keep standing?" Aunty Ifeoma's orotund voice called out.

    I sat down slowly on the bed this time.

   "You'd get used to it soon, go shower and come for dinner." She said then she left.

Wait!! Is that how she barges into people's room?

  I sighed as I picked up my sponge and towel and walked into the bathroom. Did I forget to say that Dindu's room had a bathroom attached to it just like ours?

  The bathroom again was just slightly different from ours. Same shower,  jacuzzi, Tap, toilet and all but the bathroom tiles here was all smooth while mine was a bit rough. I spent thirty minutes in the bathroom afterwards, I dressed up.

  I texted Mide before I went for dinner. He told me to text him immediately after the exchange.

Me: Hey 🙋

   Aunty Ifeoma made Eba and Egusi soup for dinner. She said a very long  prayer before we started eating.

  "You okay with it?" She asked as we ate.

"It's a bit peppery but It's okay." I told her.

  "Dindu loves peppery food. I was assuming you do too. I prefer my food less peppery though."

   "My dad loves it peppery too but I prefer it less peppery." I smiled.

  "I'm saving that for next time." She said and she went back to her food.

   When I went back to my room, the first thing I checked was my phone. Mide did not text but dad texted instead.

Dad❣️: How are you?

How do I explain this? I'm sad, I'm so missing him, I'm not in support of the deal but I so enjoyed aunty Ifeoma's food though it was peppery. There is a bookshelf here that I'm yet to check but I feel I'd have an adventure with new books very soon and I'm delighted and well, I'm calling Dindu's room my room right now though it's very different from mine and I'm nervous  about school tomorrow. Everyone thinks something is gonna happen between Dindu and I on Saturday even though we changed it to Sunday. Surely, everyone is expecting Dindu and I to suddenly be siblings. How would dad even feel dropping Dindu at school instead of me? However, I replied..

Me: I'm fine Dad, and you??

Almost immediately, he replied that he was fine too and I should have a great night. Mide still didn't text me back. I decided to prepare for school. I placed the book which I wouldn't use tomorrow on Dindu's reading table... I mean my 'Part time' reading table.

   I spread out my well ironed uniform. I was about to remove my sandals from the fancy bag I kept my foot wears when aunty Ifeoma entered my room again.

"I wanted to call you to the parlour for prayer but let's just pray here." She said then we knelt down and she prayed.

Her prayers could be really long eh, she can even pray for a chicken that's in labour or a baby bird that lost it's mum and back it up with Bible verses. I kept on saying Amen even when I had lost interest.

"Is there any thing you want to talk to me about, right now?" She asked quietly.

I shook my head.

"Good night." Was the last thing she said as she left my room.

  I took my sandals and my socks out then I laid on the bed waiting for
sleep to consume me since Mide didn't text back but that's exactly when my phone beeped.

Mide ❤️: Hey Babe 🥳, I was kinda busy but I'm free now so we can talk 🙃. How are you doing?

  A smile crept into my face immediately. You know that feeling when you find out that your gist partner hasn't slept too when you couldn't sleep. What does it tell you? Gist and forget about the sleep, right? Yeah, right!!