Not Another Love Story – Episode 23
NOT ANOTHER LOVE STORY
- Episode 23
#IVY
I got tired of texting and decided to call Allan instead. That way we could talk until one of us dropped dead.
“Do you still hate me for what I did to that girl?” I asked him.
“That has come out of the blues. What’s with the sudden questions?” He asked me instead of responding to my question first.
“Am not even worried about that.” He laughed, “am just worried about my stomach, that’s all.”
“Why would you be worried about that?” I asked interestingly.
“Well, it’s going to be an ocean with all those kinds of seafood.” He said.
I didn’t know if it was a joke or him just being silly about the whole cooking thing again.
“Your maid will be there if you need traditional meals.” I giggled.
“Am firing her when I get married to you.” He commented.
“Allan… that’s not fair. Besides you know very well am a career woman and can’t be held hostage by some pots and pans in a kitchen.” I said in a sobbing voice. It was just for the enjoyment of the conversation. Little sound effects couldn’t hurt. He chuckled.
“I will hire another maid then. You career women are full of trouble.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked him.
“Let’s see, most of you want to replace the man in the house. I don’t care if you make six figures but when in my house, you my wife and am your husband. Noti (not) career woman when in the house.” Allan said passionately. I felt the butterflies, hearing him told about something like that was the first time. I mean, he was always complaining about me not cooking and how I wore my clothes.
“Are you on Facebook commenting… How much is that? Where are you located?” He asked me with a laugh.
“What’s your point!” I knew he was getting to something and that Facebook thing was just another conversation starter.
“My point is, maids nowadays are the ones getting married to their bosses because the so-called career women are busy with their careers and neglecting the needs of their husbands.” He said.
“Oh, we are still on that? My man would never be stolen. I would burn hell down.” I said jokingly.
Mum walked into the bedroom, I had to hang up as I told Allan goodnight.
“Who was that?” Mum asked as he walked up to my bed.
“It was Allan.” I smiled.
“Mmmh seems like the two of you are starting to get along,” Mum said.
“I really don’t know. His mind is a mystery, I wouldn’t want to let my guard down just because of his seemingly sweetness.” I told her.
“Well, there is nothing wrong with showing a bit of weakness to known the intentions of your friend.” She pointed out.
“I’ve done that ever since I met him. It sucks having to pretend I can’t cook anything.” I told her.
“Is that your way of saying you are falling for him?” Mum teased.
“I don’t know what I feel for Allan. Until we say our vows, I can’t be invested in this whole relationship. Besides, he already has a girl he sleeps with.” I hadn’t spoken to mum about my recent move of visiting Mwape nor about Allan’s plan to move to Livingstone a day before the wedding.
“You need to do some rehearsals for the wedding. This isn’t Europe where people just walk.” Mum said in her suggestive vibe.
“Rehearsals!” I sighed.
“Isn’t Allan supposed to be here with you?” She asked me.
“He is busy with other things,” I said.
“With what?”
“Making money or spending time with his side chick. How can I know what’s keeping him busy? After all, this is over, I need to go to Dubai.” I vexed her and even went ahead to change the topic.
“Dubai… Have you made any plans for your honeymoon?” She asked.
“Mum… You know it’s late right?” I asked her. She just smiled and went on with her questions.
“He should take you to Samfya or Siavonga. Those places are nice,” she said.
Mum was different from dad. She didn’t like the whole idea of me moving around in companies and running things. Let me just say she wasn’t for the whole career women kind of life. After all, during her time _ women didn’t do much.
For her, the only prayer that was loud enough was for me to truly fall in love with Nathan. She considered the little monster to be a saint.
“Zambia! No way!” I exclaimed.
“You should discuss it with him.” She advised.
“Well, if the wedding does happen… Then I will consider talking about the honeymoon. Can I sleep now, please?” I begged her.
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The following day, Allan came to see me. It wasn’t planned for and I had no idea he would be showing up. He was all smiley and flirty around me.
We sat outside, mum never liked people on her grass… Us being there was already a violation of that rule.
“Mum suggested something, we come up with a dance,” I told him.
“You know I don’t dance. Even back when we were kids… Am sure you remember that.” He said it politely but he had that political defensive look on his face as he spoke.
“You will learn. It’s just some simple steps.” I assured him.
“Baby girl…” His eyes were all over my face. “learn what? The wedding is this Saturday and today is Wednesday.” He continued.
“We can practice with the remaining days,” I said.
“You know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding day.” He said.
“Those are just old stories.” I objected. He laughed.
“Anyway, where are we going for our honeymoon?” I asked him.
“It’s a surprise.”
“I hope it’s not in Zambia.” I nagged.
“It’s not baby girl.”
“I was thinking… After the wedding, we can move to a different house?” I said.
“I had the same thought. I have stayed here for a long time… Change in location would be nice. I want my kids to grow up in something bigger. ” He seconded. He just had to bring in kids.
“Kids! Let’s not go there right now?” I frowned.
“Okay… You don’t have to act pissed and all.” He said charmingly.
Tbc…
KENNEDY C KATONGO
