“It’s my counter!”
“Why are we yelling?”
I buried my head into my hands to hide my laughter and I heard Olivia chuckle as well. By the time I composed myself I looked up at her and her eyes had softened considerably.
“If we exclude the fact that I was just given free porn that has mentally scarred me-”
“Please,” I scoffed, “That was not porn worthy and you know it.”
“Do you even know how long I was standing there? The sexual tension in the room could have killed me.”
“So you admit you were watching us.”
“Of course I was watching,” she said as if it was the simplest thing in the world then she dropped her voice to a whisper. “You look happy and I’m glad.”
“Don’t get too excited, Olivia.”
“I’m not,” she was hiding a smile as she spoke. “I’m just happy that he makes you happy.” She squeezed my hand, “Now, I came here to warn you that your parents are coming over and it is a good thing I did because you would have given your parents a heart attack.”
I didn’t hear anything after ‘coming over’ and it was my turn for my mouth to fall open.
“Excuse me?” I exclaimed and she rolled her eyes.
“You’re welcome,” she said, “Now, as much as I loved the free show, I don’t think your mum would appreciate the sentiment. They should be here in about two hours. I figure that’s enough time to get your little boy toy out of here and get ready for them.”
“Oh Olivia,” I muttered, then I leaned into her ear and whispered something that had her flushing pink.
I didn’t wait to see her reaction before I disappeared up the stairs.
It took a little over thirty minutes to get Nathan out of the house. It would have taken a lot less if he was not laughing the entire time while I listed all of the potential reasons why he could not met my parents starting with the fact that my mother would tell all her friends who would start planning my wedding and ending with the fact that my dad would tell embarrassing stories.
Apparently that wasn’t convincing enough for him and when I tried to drag him out I realized that I wasn’t physically as strong as I thought I was. So after ten to fifteen minutes of laughing at me, he kissed me and left.
Once he was gone, I got into the kitchen and started to cook. I would have asked Olivia to help me but she is more likely to burn down my kitchen than make anything decent. When it comes tobaking however- she is exceptional at it- I have no idea how that works though.
I made fried rice just because and by the time I was done, I rushed upstairs to take a bath to get the food smell off my body. My dad hates it more than anything. Growing up he always tell you to take a bath right after cooking or change your clothes because he hated being around people who smelled like food.
By the time I was done freshening up, I noticed my clothes were still folded on the chair so I went to pick them up only to notice that Nathan had left his jacket on my chair. Now the logical part of me told me to send him a text and figure out how to return it to him but the illogical part had me folding the jacket and putting it in a drawer in my closet.
I put on jeans and a sweatshirt and I went down the stairs in time to see Olivia holding the door open for my parents. My mum sighted me first and she rushed over to pull me into a hug. I greeted my father next and after taking their bags from their hands, they went over to the living room.
“Do you want to eat now or should I bring it later?” I asked.
“What is happening later?” my mum asked, “How will I not eat? Bring the food ejo, let me know whether you have started cooking rubbish.”
“If I cooked rubbish, then that’s your fault because you taught me how to cook.”
“You this girl” she reached over to slap my thigh. “Go and bring food for us, let us eat.”
I laughed the entire way to the kitchen and Olivia helped me carry the serving dishes and the spoons. I placed it in front of mymother and I watched as she opened the dishes with an upturned nose. If anyone has ever wondered where I got my flair for dramatics from, they would look no further than my mother.
She served my dad first, then herself and Olivia took a plate. I was the only one not eating, mainly because I ate breakfast not too long ago and also because I find it difficult to eat right after cooking.
“It is okay but the pepper is not enough,” mum hummed from where she was sitting and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes although a slight smile was playing on my lips.
“Leave your daughter alone,” my father joked.“Oni iwo lo ko.”
“Kilode to fi ko?”