By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Felix smiled, then strode upstairs.
Meanwhile, Chioma left the
bedroom she shared with her mother and went to the kitchen and took out a can
of chilled cola. She was already in her
pink sleeping dress.
Andrew
was about getting up from the armchair where he sat watching TV in the living
room when he heard the sound of Chioma’s footsteps. He glanced over at Chioma.
‘Bring me one.’
Chioma nodded, opened the
fridge and took out another can of cola. ‘Here, you go,’ she said, handing the
drink to him. Instead of going back to the room, she sat down on an armchair
and began watching the TV with Andrew.
‘Where’s this smell from?’ Andrew glanced at Chioma and asked.
‘What
kind of smell?’ Chioma looked curiously at him.
‘Pleasant
perfume smell…’
Chioma
smiled. ‘Ooh, that came from Audrey… she gifted me CR7 produced by Cristiano
Ronaldo.’
‘Did she gift you a set?’
‘Just
the perfume,’ Chioma sipped her cola and replied.
Finishing his drink, Andrew tossed the
empty can in the bin. ‘What does the girl want from you?’
‘What
could she probably want from a low-status girl like me?’ Chioma said with a
shrug. ‘She isn’t a bad girl.’
‘I
didn’t say she is bad. I just want you to be careful, that’s all.’
Chioma
nodded. Picking up the remote from the centre table, she began to flip through
the channels.
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