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BURGUNDY Episode 3


burgundy Episode 3

©Amah's Heart

That Saturday Ireti came but did not waste time. She said she was attending a party and just wanted to stop by and know my place but she will return back the following weekend and we will spend time together.

Within the week we get to talk more and I was loving the way she made me feel.

On the following weekend, Ireti was coming to spend time with me. I couldn’t just keep calm. My heart was over filled with joy.
My house was in a perfect order. I must impress her in everything. Since I wasn’t a good cook, I decided to order Chinese and other African food from a big restaurant. And they delivered it all in time. I also ordered some continental dish.

I don’t know the type of wine she will like to take but I made sure there were varieties of things. If she doesn’t want one she will want the other.

I set it up on the dining and turned up my power air freshener to freshen up my whole apartment. The air condition was cooling so well. Everywhere smells and feels nice. With the way I was acting anyone who sees me will think I’m expecting somebody that has a key to long life and prosperity, nobody will understand is all for my woman crush. My own pretty Ireti was coming to visit me and to spend time with me. I do not want to disappoint in any way. I want to prove how much of a gentle man I was.

I checked the time and knew she will soon arrive. I called her to know where exactly she had gotten to and she said she was very close.

After sometime she called asking me if is okay to park her car outside my gate or can she drive into the big compound.

I rushed out of my door to the gate and told the gate man not to bother opening the gate for my guest, I want to be her personal gate man today.

Musa that have been guarding our gate for years stood at a distance and watch me as if something has gotten into my head.

I ignored him and opened the gate for Ireti. I told her not to park outside she should drive in and park right beside my own car, since there was enough space in the compound.

She did that and I left the gate for Musa to close while I rush to direct Ireti so that she will not park wrongly.

You may think something is wrong with me, but what did you expect from a man who had admire a lady for long and she was finally paying me a good visit. I was ready to do anything to show that I was indeed a gentle man and a good man to keep.

As she was about opening her car door and step down I held the door widely open for her and she came out with a cute smile.
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Ireti was really beautiful and I can’t hold back myself from the way my heart was pounding on seeing her step out like a goddess.
I wanted to give her a loving hug and maybe a peck but I did not want to appear too forward. It was as if she read my mind and gently spread her beautiful hands around me.

Oh mine, it was just a mere hug and my whole body was already on fire for her. I swallowed hard and guard her to my own apartment.

When she got inside she exclaim happily.

“Wow….your place is so beautiful and smells nice too. The first time I came I was too much in a hurry and did not really look round. What is that beautiful fragrance I’m perceiving?

I gave a satisfying smile to myself before saying calmly
“Is Lavender power air freshener. I’m glad you like it. Welcome to my home….what can I offer you please. I have different wine, both alcohol and normal fruit wine. I have food too, both Africa and continental dishes…I even ordered for some chines noodles just in case you are interested…

She was still walking round the house, admiring my house interior d├ęcor. I turned down the air condition so that she won’t be cold.

I have good taste for good things and everything about me was in high class. I had a mini artificial aquarium which looks so real and it was well positioned in a corner of my sitting room.

After my university, I went to London for my masters and returned with the artificial aquarium. And it had been gracing my house for over two years now. And I love the way people usually exclaim while looking at it. The aquarium was one of the most beautiful decorations in my house.

I was happy watching Ireti rub her manicured hand on the glass surface.

I asked her again what she wanted me to offer her after she came to sit down on the cushion and crossed her fine leg, exposing some thighs in her short dress.

“Nothing for now. I’m not really in the mood for food. Bring the alcoholic wine let’s be chilling with it while we gist”.

I got the wine and poured some in a tumbler before handing it to her.
I sat in the next armless chair close to Ireti with a glass of my own wine in hand.

“So Mart, tell me about yourself, deep things about you that we haven’t really discussed before. Are you in any relationship…?

I smile deeply. I’m always happy anytime she calls me Mart, my nick name. That was what my friends calls me and when I told Ireti she adopted the nick name instead of my real name, Martin Jr.

“I’m from a family of six, Mum and Dad inclusive. I’m the last born and only son. I have three elder sisters two are married and busy with their families. The single one is a successful lawyer in Georgia and My Mum stays with her. Dad is in the country with me and he has a big farm in another state where he spend most of his time. He was an agriculturist before retiring. Mum was a principle, she owns a school but entrust it into able hands before leaving for Georgia. I finished my university here before proceeding to London for my Master degree program. I stayed with my uncle, my father’s only junior brother who wanted me to stay over there and get a job but I got my own plans and wanted to start my own company back here in my country….I’m a full country man, no place like home. Hahahaha! My Dad also wanted me to come back after my master degree program, been an only son. I returned back three years ago and started my own company here. And is been flourishing. I still travel sometimes but just for a visit. Planning on starting my own family soon but haven’t been too lucky with ladies. I’m not in any relationship at the moment. Dated while in UK, during my program days but it ended last year because of distance. No lady at the moment. But I have cousins and friends visiting and they stay days, weeks and even months with me. I love having people around me, been alone in this house can be boring and I also visit my Dad whenever I’m, less busy with work. Well, just me and myself with my people. So, back to you…are you in any serious relationship?

She smile, gulped down her wine and poured another one for herself. She did not answer the question. Instead, she said
“Your life sound so interesting and stress-free, I envy you though. Getting all the attention as the baby of the house.

I laughed out before replying her.
“No…not really. I work so hard as if I’m the first born of the house. The only good thing my family did for me was education and making me a master degree holder. That was where there strength stopped and I picked up from there. Is my turn to make my family happy and my parents proud. There’s really no benefit in been the last child or only son. My people expect too much from me already as an only son and I really do not want to disappoint them. Now, enough of me, Ireti. Let me hear about your own life. Are you in any relationship and how was your growing up like?

She smile again before gulping down another cup of alcohol. I wanted to ask her to take it easy with the way she was drinking. She was in her fourth cup and I was still in one. I restrained myself from doing that. She must be used to taking too much of alcohol.

She poured more drink into her cup, looked up at me and said with a cute face while waving her hands with her long fixed nails, which she painted all black.

“Well, my Dad got money, I’m not a poor child. I came from a rich home. My Dad gave me everything I want. I got money and my life is moving so perfect. That’s the end of my life story.

She laughed out loudly and I joined in.

I watch her with a smile as she drank deeply again from her cup. Her phone began to ring. She quickly picked up and said.

“Hello papi! Yeah…I’m fine. With a friend. I will see you when I get back. Okay…thanks. Love ya too…
With her last word, I took a sip from my drink and pretend to be concentrating on the television. She started using her phone, I guess she was texting somebody. I allowed her and still use my side eye to watch and wait till when she will have my time. When it appears she was taking long, I turned to her and said.

“Maybe we can eat now….

“Hold on Mart, I need to send this to my Dad and reply few messages too from friends. You know been a pretty girl from a rich home requires a lot. One of the benefits is getting different types of messages. There’s also a friend who was supposed to transfer some cash to me today, I need to send my account details to him…we will eat once I’m done, alright?
I nodded with a smile. Do I really have a choice, all I did was to wait for her to be done.

I later guide her to the dining after she was through with her phone.
With all the alcohol she took, she was still cool and wasn’t acting drunk as I have expected her to be
I asked which of the food she wanted to eat first. She looked round the table and twist her face sadly.

“You don’t like any of the food? Is there a problem? There are varieties to eat here. You can make your choice…

Ireti said none of the food on the table interest her. She wanted a chicken shawama, with some vegetable in it.

I gasped out and stare right at the filled dining table I set before her. Where I’m supposed to get chicken shawama.

I remembered a place but is a long drive from my house.

“I feel like eating shawama. Nothing on this table interest me at all. I don’t want to eat any of this things here. I wish you can get it for me…but if you can’t then…
I quickly interrupted her.

“ofcurse I will get it for you Ireti. Anything for you honey. Do we go together to get it or you want to stay behind?

I wanted her to go with me, sit beside me and we go on gisting like lovers but she said she wanted to stay behind and wait for me.

I went inside my master bedroom, picked up my wallet and told her I will be right back, she smile and said she will be waiting.

I rushed to my car, asked Musa to quickly open up the gate and I zoomed out of the compound to shawama joint.

A little traffic but I did not spend up to one hour and I was back with her shawama.

When I got inside the house the whole place smells of cigarette. She was not even in the sitting room. Music was blasting so loud. I quickly turned down the noise.
The dining was scattered, I went closer and saw that the dining was really in a mess. She ate out of all the food that I left on the table. Both the African, the chines noodles, the continental dish were all touched. Half eaten chicken was even on my chair and food oil was spread everywhere both in the sitting room and on my dining. The bottle of alcohol that was half empty before I left to get shawama was now empty and lying carelessly on the floor. The cigarettes she smoked was under my table with one leg of her high heel shoe. My throw pillows were spread all over the sitting room. “What the hell is all this? I said to myself sadly.

I didn’t even know where to start from. My house looks unrecognized. Ireti had told me clearly she doesn’t want any of the food on the dining which made me to rush out to get the shawama but now she had eaten out of all the food. Spread oil and pieces of food all over my house and the curtains where not left out with the food oil. The sweet smelling house before I left was turned upside down.

She eating the food was not my problem but messing up with my house was what I did not understand at all. Another leg of her high heel shoe was on the cushion. She probably dropped it when she was dancing. Since she once told me that she love dancing.

I breathed deeply, dropped the shawama on the table before entering my master bedroom and there she was, she spread her leg wide on my bed. She was half naked but my mind was too occupied to even notice. Some of the Chinese food was littered on my bed, staining my white bed spread.

My wardrobe was open. I can’t remember leaving it open.
Something quickly caught my attention, the carton that came with my burgundy shoe was at the foot of my bed. My heart was almost popping out of my chest as I rushed to it and find it empty. I checked around and saw my burgundy shoe, I gasped in relief. I repackage it back to its carton.
I picked up things that she left on the floor.

Was she still the same lady I was crushing on and was ready to die for? Is this still same Ireti or someone else?

I asked myself while looking round my room.

Messing up my dinning and sitting room was not enough for her but coming inside my room to scatter my personal thing to the extent of bringing out my precious shoe. A shoe that was so close to my heart.
What exactly was she looking for to have gotten to my burgundy shoe? I felt like shaking her awake from her sleep. I guess she was over fed and couldn’t even lift herself. Since she wanted the food why did she make me drive out in search of shawama for her?
I stared at her on the bed as she sleep not knowing what to do. I shake my head sadly before going back to the sitting room and resume cleaning and brushing up again. I packed some food out to Musa instead of throwing everything to the waste bin.

I swept, cleaned and brushed up everywhere. I was still on it when she came out. Yawning loudly and scratching her hair roughly.

“Hey Mart, you are back…when did you come in? I waited for you for over an hour and I was too hungry, I couldn’t wait anymore and ended up eating some of the food on the dining. I also had a good dance and I drank some more wine too. I was really exhausted and I decided to find a road to your room where I relaxed. Was thinking you will wake me up whenever you come back…did you get the shawama?
I swallowed hard while staring at her. I don’t know if I should be angry or pity her. I try to wear a smile before saying.

“Yeah, I did. Little traffic on the road but I didn’t spend up to an hour. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Did not want to bother you when I saw you sleeping…Here is the shawama.

She smile and collected it while I went back cleaning my house and grudging in silent pain.


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