𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥

~~ 83. ~~

"But most of those clothes won't even size me anymore. This one will just be fortunate because it was oversized from the first time you bought it." Demilade said as he spread the cloth open. "And was my favorite."

"I see." She said realizing what he was saying. She looked up at the cloth in his hand and his body. It was obvious the cloth would be fitted kn him when he wears it unlike how it was when she first bought it for him which was baggy on him. "You're right."

She took her eyes off him and the cloth and she picked up the dirty bowls and spoons to the dishwasher where she would wash them. She turned on the tap to fill a medium size bowl with water. She turned it off when she had gotten the quantity of water she needed and she poured a little amount of liquid washing soap into the water. Then she began to wash the dirty utensils.

Demilade sat watching his mother in silence. She broke the silence when she asked him to get a bowl sitting close to him on the kitchen island.

"Ade hand me that bowl." Mrs. Jolaoluwa said to her son. He had dropped the cloth in his hand, folded it on a clean side of the island, and was watching her. He nodded and did as she instructed. He took the bowl beside the gas cooker and walked over to give it to his mother. "Thanks, dear." She received it from him with her wet hand and she continued with what she was doing, saying. "I should have been done with the dishes by now but Nelson took my time." Demilade watched the smile that spread on her face. "I have to quickly excuse myself to start preparing the dish before you will get here. But I wasn't fast enough. Sorry, I wasn't able to finish it."

"It's totally fine by me. I understand. Moreover, it seems like ages since I watch you cook." He told her as he went to his seat while he watched his mother do her magic. She chuckled with gladness.

Demilade missed the time he always helps his mother in the kitchen and those times when he was still young and sick when she will ask him to sit with her on a stool in the small kitchen and watch what she is doing. The memory bought a smile to his face.

"I miss watching you cook Mom." He said. She peered up and grinned at him.

"I've missed cooking for you." She replied. "You're a grown man now and you have a pretty girlfriend that can cook for you. But it still doesn't change the fact that I miss cooking for my little Demilade." He chuckled.

"Although, I am not little Demilade anymore but I'm still your son any day anytime, anywhere. You know that right?"

"Of course. Help me set those dishes on the table so we can eat. The foods are ready." She said to him. He nodded, left his seat, and did as his mother instructed.

Most of the time, when he is around, his mother refuses to let her house help make food for him. She does everything on her own. From cooking to setting the dish. She would tell him that she did it all alone for years and she does not need help taking care of her son. She prefers and loves it that way. She knew it wasn't every day she got to see her son and prepare his food. So when she got the chance, she love doing it by herself. And the lady was used to it. That's why she wasn't anywhere around.

He helped with whatever he can and they sat down to eat afterward.

"How is work?" She asked, concerned while they were eating.

"Fine. Came back to work yesterday." Demilade replied as he chew on the food in his mouth.

"That's good. I pray for more success in your work."

"Amen. Thanks, ma." He appreciated.

"So how did your vacation with your girlfriend and friends go?"

"Great." He replied. "I guess I have Reed to thank for it. It was really a break that I need."