HEAVEN TO YOU |A Nigerian Romance|

Chapter 12.

"Going too?" He asks.

"Yeah." I say.

"Coming with you. How far El-classico? I am coming with you, let me watch your face when we trash tou guys." Unfortunately, he is a Barcelona fan.

"When we trash you guys, you mean." I state. He scoffs and shoots back.

"As if!"

"I can't wait for this match, I swear." I say, laughing at him. We leave our floor and take the elevator downstairs, then get into our separate cars and drive to my house. We have a rule to always watch the match at each other's place, alternating it. The last one was at his house, which automatically makes today's match to be seen at my place.

Still driving, I jam to Holla Holla by Sugarboi. I wonder why we stopped hearing much when it comes to music from his angle. This song is really good and is a whole vibe on its own.

We pull over at my house and get in. Timi takes off his suit jacket and inner shirt, leaving him in his singlet and trousers.

"Guy, working is not easy." He sighs, plopping on the white sofa and taking out his phone.

"It is not but playing did not get us where we are." I reason out.

"True that." He states, going back to press his phone.

I walk into the kitchen to get water from the refrigerator when the doorbell rings.

"Timi, please open the door." I say, atop my voice.

"Alright." He replies. I pick up a bottle and walk back to the parlour to meet Timi and Shalewa engaged in a glaring contest.

"What's up with you two. Timi, shift joor." I slightly push him off the doorway and pull Shalewa into a hug, closing the door in the process.

"Good evening." She smiles at me, before walking straight to the kitchen. Whatever is eating them up, they will definitely open up someday. For what it is worth, I think it is even better the way they don't like each other as I have more peace of mind that way. I follow her to the kitchen and see that she already brought out the big pack containing rice and another, with chicken, dishing the contents into three plates.

"How far?" I ask her, reaching out to pick one piece of chicken from the pack.

"Ow!" I exclaim when she slaps my hand off.

"Patience." She cautions. When it comes to manners regarding food, I start to wonder if she is my big sister.

"Yes, ma." I say, giving her a mock salute, to which she laughs.

"So, it is because of food you are calling me 'ma'." She says, amidst laugher.

"How was work and what is the latest?" She asks.

"Fine. I got a new assistant." I reply.

"Hope you will not chase this one away like you did to the last one?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Wait, I did not do anything to the last one. She just wanted to mix business with pleasure and I did not want that. Next thing, she quit. I did not do anything." I say, defending myself.

"I hear you." She tosses a plate to me.

"Here. That is yours." She states and picks hers.

"If your friend wants his own, he can come get it himself or better still, you can help him." She says and walks to the sitting room. I shake my head and pick up the second plate and join them, handing Timi's plate to him.

"How was your own day? How far?" I ask her.

"You know nau, work and staying in that house with your parents is not easy sometimes." She sighs.

"Then get your own place." I simply state, shrugging.

"Bro, some of us are not like you o. Besides, I don't want them to be lonely in that house." She says.

"Well, I guess it is a price that you have to pay. How are they, by the way?" I ask, placing a spoon of rice in my mouth.

"They are fine." She says, smiling and we continue to eat in silence.

When it is time, I tune into Super Sport to watch the match.

"But bro, it is not fair o. I told you I wanted to watch Netflix." She says, sulking.

"This is El-classico we are talking about, Shally. Madrid and Barça." I state with alot of emphasis on the clubs.

"I'll let it slide because my darling Ronaldo is in Madrid." She states sweetly, earning a scoff from Timi and laughter from me. She turns to glare at him and does the same to me.

"Dear sis, you darling Ronaldo no longer plays for Madrid but now plays for Juventus." I correct her.

"Ehn. I am now a Juventus fan." She replies, smiling sweetly. Oh yeah, girls and Ronaldo. It is just very funny how much they crush on the guy.

That night, Real Madrid won the match.

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