“So you guys are going to start trying for kids?” my dad asked me with a straight face. I was over at my parents’ for a nice home-cooked lunch and I had just finished telling my dad about the whole Tejiri drama. Daddy had always been number one confidant right from time. He knew stuff about me that even Kiki and Layefa didn’t know.
“What?” I asked with a smile. Daddy wasn’t smiling back though. “Delores, I’m serious o. Are we going to hear the pitter patter of new feet in this house or not?” My mouth hung open for like ten seconds. I couldnt believe my dad was talking to me in that tone. It sounded like he was taking things more seriously than i was.
“Uhm..well..uh..yeah..i guess”, i stood up. “Not immediately obviously but sometime probably soon i guess”. “Hmmmn.” He grunted. I picked up my bag. What was his problem anyway? He was usually on my side. Why was he acting like there was something he really wanted to say but just wasn’t saying it?
“See you later, dad” i stomped out so fast i didnt even hear my mom calling after me.
It was raining when i got outside. My mom was probably calling me back to wait till the rain stopped. She’d always had a problem with me driving in the rain. I hurriedly got into my car and sped off.
I turned on my car radio and held on to the tuning button till i heard the sounds of Pink’s Perfect.
“Pretty pretty please dont you ever ever feel like you’re less than, less than perfect...” my speakers blared. I didnt even realize i was crying until a tear drop trickled past my lips.
It wasnt fair the way everyone was on my case. So what if I didn’t want kids? What if I wasn’t just cut out for kids? Huh? They didn’t think of that now did they?
As if all my own drama wasn’t enough for me, I still had Kiki’s drama to deal with. I punched my fist into my steering wheel and groaned loudly. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I tried to imagine how my conversation with Kiki would go. Before calling her, I decided to check out the so-called my wife of Tobi Savage. Yemisi Savage’s profile was more secure than her husband’s. I could only see her name and picture. Hitting the ‘capture-it’ button, I saved the picture of her facebook profile.
“Hey Kiki. There’s something I gotta show you. And tell you. See you in a bit” I left her a voice note. I needed a subtle way to prepare her mind. Since I got back from that lunch with IK earlier this week, I had been avoiding Kiki like a plague.
“Hurry! Your ice cream’s melting!” kiki pinged back. It had been a while since Kiki and I ordered pizza and ice cream at the office. Must be a special occasion, I thought.
As I drove out of the estate, I made a mental note to reply all Chris Laire’s pings. He had been bbming me all day and I hadn’t replied a single one yet. He probably wanted to reschedule our meeting. I was barely out of the estate gate when I got trapped in the traffic. Moving my gear to Park, I settled back into my chair and reached for my phone. Apart from Chris Laire, I had so many other bbms, messages, and emails to reply. I tried to reply them all in order of priority (business first, obviously). Wiping a drop of sweat off my brows, I thought out loud, “what is wrong with this ac now?” The sun was something else! I wondered how those people who didn't have air conditioning were surviving this weather.
I let out a whoop when the traffic suddenly started moving fast. At least I’d been able to accomplish a few things. Just as I flung my phone to the passenger seat, another ping came in. Shaking my head, I moved my gear back to Drive and sped along the express.
“Delores Thompson! Where the hell have you been?” Kiki cried in astonishment. She looked from me to her watch to me again. “You’ve been gone for almost three hours!”
“I know, I know. I got side-tracked at my parents’ house. Then there was traffic. I’m sorry!” I rambled slumping into the visitors chair in Kiki’s office. “What’s all that?” I asked gesturing to the pile of hampers and bouquets at the corner of the office. Blushing from deep inside, Kiki replied, “Oh that? Just a little something Tobi had delivered.” I fought seriously hard to keep myself from gagging.
“Soooo...what’s up with Chris Laire? He rescheduled yet?” Kiki passed me the box of pizza. I quickly checked my phone. Before now, Chris and I were basically still at the ‘Hey’, ‘How are you?’, ‘How has your week been?’ stage of our conversation. His latest message was ‘I haven’t been able to stop staring at your display picture all day’.
“Oh my gosh!!! He is totally flirting with me!” I tossed my phone at Kiki. I tried so hard to wipe the silly grin off my face but it just wasn’t happening.