© Kayode Odusanya
The three of them ended up driving down to the estate bar after Mrs. Salami spoke about how great their barbecue was. Sitting under a big blue umbrella with the Salami’s in one of the corners of spots of the garden bar, he couldn’t believe he had just informally met them today. They were sitting opposite him at the table. It was like they had been friends for years. Mr. Salami related with him like they were mates; although it was odd at first, it became okay after a while. Maybe it was the liquor in his system that did that, he didn’t know.
He got to learn a lot from them; their globetrotting ways, their real estate business, and their love for fun. They didn’t mention having kids, and he had never seen any around, except for the pastor’s toddlers, so he guessed they didn’t have any.
His mind had wondered off till he heard Mr. Salami talk about the time he spent with Puff Daddy in the 80s.
“Wait. You know him personally?” Jack asked astonished.
“Know him? That’s like my kid brother. I used to give him dressing tips and all that.” Mr. Salami said in his baritone voice that reminded Jack so much about the Hollywood actor, Vin Diesel.
“Don’t they kind of look alike?” Mrs. Salami said and pressed her husband’s cheeks together with her right hand, while her left arm rested on his shoulders.
He slowly removed her hand before saying, “Yea, people used to think we were brothers.”
“That’s interesting. So…So, you grew up in America?” Jack asked?
“Nah! I was born here, but my mom ran away with me to America when I was 10.” He said and Mrs. Salami laughed. He looked at her with a smile on his face before continuing with, “And then I came back when my father died. I was around 21 at the time. I have been going and coming since then.”
Mr. Salami looked lost for a while, as if he had gone down memory lane, and then he shook his head vigorously before focusing on Jack. “What about you Jack? What’s your story?”
Jack smiled before saying, “Don’t worry, you don’t want to hear about my boring life.”
“Come on! Don’t try to be modest. A young active guy like you? I’m sure you can scoop my wife up right under my nose.” He said with a smile on his face, but it shocked Jack and made his eyes pop out.
Mrs. Salami broke into a laugh, spilling some of her drink. “Don’t mind him Jack. My husband can be crazy sometimes.” She said and reached out to hold Jack’s hand under the table. The gesture made Jack even more uneasy. Just then, the waiter came with their plates of barbecue chicken.
“It’s about time. I had almost forgotten why we came here.” Mr. Salami said with her eyes on Jack
After having barbecue chicken and one more round of drinks, they drove back home. There was still no power, and the Salami’s suggested Jack hangout in their house as they were going to switch on their generator set. He went back to his room to get his phone and laptop, and when he got back to their house, Mrs. Salami let him in. She had on a short, sleeveless white silk nightgown. Their living room was a very simple one; white painted walls, with coffee brown furniture. Mrs. Salami had been sitting on the long couch facing the TV, and she hurried back to sit on it as if she didn’t want to miss any part of what she was watching.
“There are sockets at every corner of the room, you can plug it anywhere.” She said as she turned up the TV volume.
Even though they had just switched on the generator set about five minutes ago, the living room was already chilly from the air conditioner. Jack walked over to the wall socket behind the couch closest to the door and assumed a crouching position to plug in his laptop and phone. He got up and walked around the couch to take a seat. She was still fixated on the TV screen, which happened to be showing one of those Reality TV shows that had ‘wives’ in their titles. He looked around the living room; there were no portraits or paintings on the walls. The dining area was separated from the living room by a little elevation, and it had a small dining table with four dining chairs at each end. He guessed they liked everything simple.
“Hey, sorry; it’s actually a rerun, but I missed a part the last time I watched it.” Mrs. Salami said all of a sudden, startling him.
“It’s okay.” He said and shifted his gaze to the TV screen. From the corner of his eye, he could see her staring at him. The way she checked him out made him feel uncomfortable and wonder why Mr. Salami wasn’t in the living room.
“So…what do you want to watch?” She asked.
“Umm! I don’t really watch TV.”
“Mmm! That’s interesting. So…tell me about yourself Mr. Afandolo.”
“How do you know my surname?” He asked with a curious look on his face.
“I work directly with the realtor handling this house.”
“Oh, you guys own this property?”
“Oops! I shouldn’t have told you that. My husband likes to remain anonymous.”
“Okay.” Jack said as he got lost in thought. He looked into space, but when she got off her seat and started walking towards him, he turned to look at her. With no expression on her face, she sat on the stool that was between the couch he was sitting on another one. She looked at him intensely before saying, “So, you don’t watch TV, what would you like to do then?” It felt like he was in a movie as he saw her seductively rub her thighs against each other. Startled, he instinctively looked towards where he felt the staircase leading upstairs was, but she pulled his face back towards her and leaned in to kiss him.
To be continued