By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘Okay,
madam,’ nodding, Simon left the room.
‘Son,
what has gotten into you? Your father wants to have breakfast with you at the
garden. It’s no big deal, right?’ Patricia looked over at Michael.
‘Besides,
today’s Saturday.’
‘But
I need to bath first, right? You know am a germaphobe…’
Patricia
smiled. ‘Son, I know you’re the clean type…’
‘So,
am going to take my bath first before heading to the garden.’ Before Patricia
could speak more, Michael left his room.
Sighing,
Patricia left the room as well.
After bathing and changing into a
casual white suit, Michael headed for the garden. At the garden, Edward was
standing with his back towards Michael and his arms crossed across his chest.
‘Dad?’
Edward
turned around and smiled at his son. ‘Did you have a goodnight sleep?’
‘It’s obvious, isn’t it?’
‘That
was why I asked no one to wake you. Today’s Saturday, I was hoping to enjoy the
day with my son. Do you mind having breakfast with me?’
‘No need
to be polite. I’m your son… we have often times shared breakfast together.’
Edward
nodded with a smile. The breakfast looked delicious as always. The large table
was filled with different delicacies.
The
Njemanze villa looked magnificent and the garden even more luxurious, with
green trees, manicured lawns, carefully planned pathways, colourful flowers
symmetrically scattered across the garden. At the middle of the garden was a
big fountain surrounded by manicured grass and white lilies. By the left was a
pond, filled with white ducks which were splishing and splashing. Seeing the
Njemanze gardens was like stepping into a fairy tale.