My father drove his camry into the our surroundings and came out with my mother and little brother by his side.
I stood up and ran to welcome them.
Me: welcome dad.
Me: welcome mum.
Dad: thank you son. Who is that girl sitting over there?
He asked with his broad and masculine voice. For those of you that don’t know, my father is a military man with three ranks.
I know what you are guys are probably thinking and it’s true. I don’t mess with him o, the day he gave me one hot slap because he saw p–n videos in my phone, that day I knew that heaven and earth are real.
Me: she is just my classmate Dad and we are both solving mathematics.
Mum: *studied her a little* that must be Joy.
That’s one thing about my mum. Unlike my Dad, she knew lots of my friends by their names.
Farouk: abeg let’s go inside I am tired.
My junior brother said. I looked at him, and smiled. He is very handsome, more than me. He has a V- shaped face, nice skin colour, open teeth with an Arabian hair.
He is just eleven years old while I am older than him with six years. I knew if he he grows up, he will be a dangerous guy when it comes to girls, judging from his amazing looks though.
As for me, I am tall, very tall and dark skinned. My hair is not like his own, mine is strong but trust me, after peming the hair, I was looking sweet. My complete six pacs is also making girls drool over me but my number on weapon of elimination is my BEAST.
Me: am afraid that is not possible o.
Me: I just sprayed the house with insecticide not too long.
Dad:*annoyed* and you knew that we will be coming home. What is even wrong with you.
Me: sorry dad.
Mum: please honey, don’t raise your voice at him. I was the one that told him to do it.
That’s why I like my mum, always getting my back.
My dad just shook his head. Opened his car and brought out his wallet.
Dad: the things we bought are inside the booth. Whenever you are ready, take them in. Lemme go and visit some of my friends in block 71.
He said and left. I kept looking at him, my brother is a replica of my dad while I resemble my mum.
Mum: Idris, what you did isn’t that wise you know.
Me: sorry ma.
Mum: never mind. Lemme go over to my shop.
My mother is a tailor but since her shop is very big, she opened a saloon inside the shop. That is, Half of the big shop was used for sewing of clothes while the other half was a set up as a saloon.
Mum: farouk, come let’s go…
Farouk: no, I want to stay with brother Idris.
My mum hesitated before she left. My brother kept looking at Joy in a suspicious manner. He knew that something bad must has happened. I mean, he has caught me in the act red handed about three times but what are brothers for, he kept it a secret between us.
Me: abeg take this money go buy peak milk and malt come.
I said giving him #400 (four hundred naira) He collected it and was still looking at me with a suspicious look.
Me: oya, keep the change.
He smiled and ran away.
I walked back to where Joy was sitting down and she looked like someone that will soon pass out.
My brother brought the things I told him to buy and he happily took the change away. I gave them to Joy and she drank it happily.
After about fifteen minutes, she stood up with some energy she has gathered and I bade her farewell.
Looking at her new walking step made me laugh, she was walking like someone that is carrying a load between her legs.
I just smiled and relaxed on the bench.