Proud woman episode 4

PROUDWOMAN

#EPISODEFOUR

(My Special Love Story)

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and smiled to myself.

Such beauty I was.

No mother in law in the world would think of rejecting someone like me.

The beautiful financially stable lady with good curves.

Rita Anabel David.

I wore a grey coloured jacket and black slacks with a black pair of stiletto heels.

Mehn, I was hot.

I took my small bag and off I was in my car.

I drove to the mansion of the Andersons.

Though my dad’s mansion was bigger .

I parked in their parking lot and was directed into the house by some maids.

I was instructed to sit in the sitting room downstairs.

I sat cross-legged on one of the soft cushions.

I suddenly heard footsteps from behind.

I knew it was Raymond’s mother that was coming but I didn’t turn.

“Rita Anabel David”. She called my full name and it made me look up at her as she approached me.

She sat on one of the cushions at the other side and beckoned to me. “Come over here”.

“Good morning ma”. I stuttered as I joined her on the cushion reluctantly.

“Do you love Raymond?”

I was startled by that question.

“I do”. I knew that the tone of my voice was not convincing at all.

She observed me closely. “Judging from your appearance, you don’t need a man’s money. What then do you need from my son?”.

“Why are you not convinced that I love your son?”

“I read people”.

I cleared my throat and met her eyes. “I love Raymond”.

“What do you love about him?”
“Everything”.

She stifled laughter. “What is the ‘everything’?”.

“His smile, his laughter, everything!”.

She made eyes at me. “I will find out everything”.

“Your son won award as writer of the year, right? My father is the best friend of the president of Nigeria”.

I didn’t understand the expression on her face until she said it out in words. “I don’t care about what you have at all. My appreciation of people is not measured by materials, it is measured by content. Good content”.

I brought out my phone and showed her everything about me. “I don’t think you can ever find a daughter in law like me”.

She was shocked at me. “What did you just say?”.

“I am the only woman in the world that was born with a silver spoon and is still the best home manager in the world. I cook well and I know how to manage a man and a home”.

She smirked. “Prove it”.

“I won’t pound yam for you, there is now food processor that can do that. The machines will mix the yam while I cook any soup of your choice. What do you want to eat?”.

“Boiled plantain and vegetables”.

“Where is the kitchen?”.

A maid directed me to the kitchen and brought out all the ingredients I intended to use to cook.

Immediately i began to slice the vegetables, I heard one of the maids stifling laughter from behind.

I stopped for a moment and glared at her. “Why are you laughing?”.

“Can I help you with the vegetables?”.

I rolled my eyes at her and continued smashing the vegetables with the stupid knife.

I missed Myra.

She had helped me to do almost everything.

I reluctantly gave the bowl of vegetables to the maid. “Finish up the cutting so that I can hurry up with arranging other ingredients”. I have never sliced vegetables in my life. Myra always helped me with it.

To cut the stressful cooking journey that I had to go through for that day short, I finished cooking the boiled plantain and vegetable soup.

I served the woman that looked so much like her son in that wierd attitude of theirs.

Andersonish attitude.

She began to eat my food elegantly with no expression on her face while I stood behind her, looking like the maid I obviously was.

After eating for something that looked like twelve minutes, she looked at me like one president wife that she was not. “Nice”. Was all she said.

“Just nice?After everything?”.

“You cook very well but you can’t marry my son. Never”. She said to me, smiling softly.

I was surprised at the response she gave me. “Why?”.

“I don’t like your personality”.

“What is wrong with my personality?”.

“You are a proud woman. I don’t want you for my son”.

“Why didn’t you say that before you allowed me to go through the stress of cooking?”I fired at her.

She nodded thoughtfully. “I am sorry about that”.

“You think I will beg to marry your son?Like seriously? I don’t give a d–n”. I picked my bag from the cushion and left the house.

As I drove along the road, tears filled my eyes.

Tears of fear of loosing Bookvine publishing company.

But I remembered something.

Since Raymond wanted me to get married so that those government groups will come to an end, I had to play my game right.

We both had something to loose, not just me this time.

I was going to make him believe that I have lost interest in the relationsh¡p because his mother rejected me.

He definitely will call me back even if I had to wait for one full month, I will definitely sit and wait till he calls me back.

I drove to the house and immediately I got out of my car, Myra rushed out of my house, panicking.

“Madame, there is something going on in the sitting room right now”. She cried out.

I rushed to the sitting room with her and there was Elliot, parading around my sitting room like he owned the world.

I glared at him immediately I remembered what Raymond had told me. “You are actually interested in me because of my father’s relationsh¡p with your father right?”. I challenged him.

He was caught off guard by what I said. “How did you know that?”.

“I did some findings in my father’s cupboard. Why? You are angry that I caught you off guard?”.

“So you believe i only want to marry you because of that?you think I don’t have personal feelings for you?”.

“I don’t care about your personal feelings! Just leave my house, you woman wrapper!!!”.

“I am not doing this because I am swayed by my father! I like you so much that sometimes I feel like I can be a fool for you for the rest of my life”.

“Get out of my house!!!”.

He walked out of my house.

I didn’t even know what i was doing anymore.

The fact that I had been rejected for the first time in my life despite all I possess was frustrating me.

Raymond’s mother.

For her to reject the financial help of Raymond’s father and had chosen to struggle for herself and her son those years showed how disciplined she was.

I had underestimated her.

I sank into the cushion and closed my eyes.

Somehow, I missed my mother.

Does she ever miss me or she is still busy with Ay Ay Chatapurai?

Raymond walked into his room and stared at the wallpapers placed around the wall.

All these while, he had waited for the perfect time to destroy those groups.

There was going to be war soon.

His plan was going to start from the event that was going to take place in a week time.

The birthday of the president.

The two groups will be present for the event and he was going to walk in that day with Rita Anabel David and cause confusion.

There was going to be ‘drama’ on Saturday.

The two children of the leader of two opposite groups were going to form a union.

Both parents will do everything to destroy their relationsh¡p but they were going to be stronger.

He had to call Rita to ask her how her meeting with his mother had gone.

He dialled her number and she didn’t pick until the third ring.

“Hello Rita, how was it?”.

“She made me cook and after enjoying my food, she told me that she really enjoyed my food but because of my personality, she can never allow me to marry you”.

“My mother likes you but she just used that to test you to see if you can make effort to bend a little”.

“Bend from what?”.

“Pride. My mum hates pride with a passion”.

“I don’t care about what your mother like or dislike”.

“I am not asking you to totally change. Just to make an effort is hærd for you? Can’t you just try to be nice for once? At least a little?”.

“Why did you call me?”.

“I want to officially ask you to be my fiancee”.

“You are proposing to me on phone?”

“Let us meet at where you wanted Elliot to propose to you that day so that I can propose to you properly”.

“Why are you proposing to me all of a sudden?”.

“The president’s birthday is on Saturday. I want us to go there together”.

“You are no different from Elliot. You both want to use me”.

“Are you prepared to love me? Should we continue doing our relationsh¡p with benefit or we should start a relationsh¡p with the intention of loving each other sincerely? What exactly do you want, Rita? I will grant you the request. Do you want us to just keep using each other like we have been all these while or you want us to sincerely love each other?”.

#fromyourfastfingers

Onyekachi Ikeh.