CHAPTER 13

RUFI:

"Mama"

"Yes princess" I answered fixing a bowl cereal for her.

"When is aunty coming back"

"Friday" Today is Maria exam and she wants to stay  a few days before coming home.The lady really Misses her boyfriend.

By the way, thing are  getting easier here, day two seem better than day one.

"I miss her" Ana frowned that little pretty face of hers.

"We both miss her" I smiled at Ana and she nodded. I had texted her my best wishes this morning not wanting to interrupt her preparation but knowing maria I'd bet she would call soon.

"Will she call?" Ana asked again

"Probably" I replied setting her bowl down.

"Enough of the questions your honor,  now eat"

Yelping "I like cornflakes" it sounded more like convlace

"I know you like it, that why I made it for you" I arranged her curls.

"I love you momma" she blew me a kiss

"Love you more Darling" I kissed her check "now eat!"

I settled for my bread and butter and began eating

"Hmmm!Yammy "Ana made a pleasured face. I laughed.

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IVAN:

      In three days my nightmare would arrive in Nigeria and I'd have to cope.

With that kind of a thing on your mind picking your clothe would prove difficult .

After spending about 30 minutes in my walk-in closet I finally decided wear my sky blue Italian suit with a white tie and a white shoe. wearing anything dark in my current mode would destroy my whole day. One part of my day could not be destroyed through and that when I get to see 'Brown eyes.

That girl makes me feel things I've never felt before,I don't know what it was but it make me want to get to the root of her fears and take them away.

Just as I was pulling a pair of sock out my phone rang.

unknown number?

This can't be good "Ivan Martinez"

"Hola mi amor!"

¡Meirda!

"What do you want Diana?"I snapped.

"Hey! Is that how you greet now?" She sounded hurt.

Like i care.

"How did you get my number?" Frustration was setting in.

"Come on! Your Madre gave it to me "

"So, what do you want?" I said through my teeth

"Well, I called to say hello to my boyfriend" she said dropping her voice

"I'm not your boyfriend" I screamed

"Oops, easy Ivan, are you that angry I called?"

"I'm pissed that you called" I clenched  my first to suppress my anger.

"So sorry about that" she mocked me "Better learn to tolerate me because you are gonna be my husband, eres tu y solo tu" she cut the line.

Ugh!

I smashed my phone on the floor, threw my shoe at the glass and watched it shatter, slung the bedside stool across the room it hit something but I don't care, any thing to get rid of the blood boiling  in my vain.

"I hate you!" I roared "I hate you Diana Lopez!"

"Jesus Christ!" someone  gasped as two strong arms held me "calm down Mr Martinez"

"Don't tell me to fucking calm down!"I roared "I hate her!"

"You're better than this Mr Martinez, you are"

This is it. She brings out the beast in me and I'm done letting her. I tried to count from ten in my head and by the time I got to four I had recovered common sense

"Let me go" I said calmly and the hands let me free I turned around to see my help.

"i'm sorry" I quickly apologized "I'm not usually violent"

He gave me a questioning look and glanced around the room as if to say

what is it?

After taking a deep breath "at least not like this" I pointed around the room. "I guess I snapped"  Wrong choice of word I thought as his eyes went wide.

" Look I don't have mental issues ok?!" He didn't even nod, who cares!

"Get people to clear this mess and replace whatever has to be replaced and send the bill to my office " I selected a new pair of shoe and adjusted my cloth.

"I'm late for work "

Good! Now my employee sees me as a mad man. A mad man who bought an estate who owns a  company and pays his sorry ass's salary?

Screw him! I'm grateful  he stopped me anyways cus I don't know what I'd have done next.

What happened to me in there! I've never broken my stuff before.

Never!

Not even when I found out I'll have to cope with Diana one year in england.

Not even when I was forced to be her date to Prom when I had a date already...

So what happened?

Rufi happened.

"Rufi?"! I asked myself as it all cleared out.

It definitely is Rufi, she's messing with my head. I'm afraid of loosing her and she isn't even mine!

I really need to see a psychologist, they have to be able to explain what on planet earth is wrong with my brain for all I know the girl would be 15 or at must 16 and I'll be 23 January.

I really need a psychologist fast or I might end up with a psychiatrist.

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RUFI:

The issues with having a two year old is you buy thing more often than necessary.

Maria called as predicted and I'd given the phone to Ana-Blaire, not that I'll  be doing that for the first time and went to pack her lunch.

when I come out she was in the toilet so i went to get her only for a red eyed Ana-Blaire Brown to look at me and cry ''your phone"

The phone had fallen from her hands into the toilet while she was trying to flush and she had tried all her effort to get it out but couldn't the phone was stuck.

I told her not to worry about it but the phone was so soaked I doubt it will work again so I just removed my sim and memory card and dismantled the phone outside but Ana-Blaire  kept say' "i'm sowi mamma" all the way to school.

After I dropped her I told her ''don't worry we all make mistakes honey" before leaving.

I boarded a bike to M-chris my local phone shop to get a new phone. As soon as i dropped someone called out ''Rufi!"

I turned and there stood 'Mr incredible' dressed in a white shirt and an expensive blue suit and he stood beside a------- Rolls Royce? Impossible!

''Just another ride'' the waved dismissively at the silver Rolls

''Hun'' who ever dismisses a Rolls Royce save Mr incredible?

No one .

''Yes'' he did that smile that my traitor heart loves. ''How many cars do you have?'' i needed to know how rich this guy is.

''Five in Nigeria'' He relaxed against the car.

Was this guy nuts? What if he was robbed? Who drives a rolls Royce or Porsche or that crazy jeep in an environment like this?

And he said in  Nigeria? Jeez! ''You have others?"

''In Mexico? Yes"

Mexico?

North America?

The guy is Mexican?

"You're a Mexican?"

'Mixed race'' He explained " My father is Mexican and my mother English"

Hmm! Thought as much 'cus he doesn't look anything like William levy, Eugenio seller or Segundo Serenades to me. But must he look like them to be Mexican? In fact the only two Mexican I know that are carbon copy of each other are Sebastian Zurita and Eugenio Siller.

There I go again! Too much soap-opera Maria would have told me

"Hmm?" I must have missed a question 'cus Ivan gave me a waiting  look

"I asked if you have issues with mixed  race individuals" He repeated

"No way! i'm mixed myself " i told him "inter-county actually not race" I quickly added

"Your other half is where?'' He probably guessed i'm half Nigerian " My father Ghana, My mother Gambia"

"You're not Nigerian?" he ask confused

"No"

"How come you live in Nigeria?"

How could one innocent question be so unnerving, I couldn't tell him the truth and don't want to lie to him but, could you tell a stranger-well he isn't particularly a stranger- that you got pregnant and your father kicked you out?

"I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that" he apologized noticing my unease .

"It's just a life altering story" I told him truthfully.

He studied me critically as an uncomfortable silence settles between us.

"Well! What brings you here?" He grinned that disarming grin of his .

"I come to get a phone" I smile back grateful for the peace between us.

"Whatever happened to your old phone?"

"Long story'' I really don't know if I should tell him about Ana-Blaire, what will he think of me?

"I've got time" he relaxed more as if to prove his point.

"Alright! I'll give you a brief run down, Big sis travelled for post-UME, called me this morning to check on I and the baby, I gave the phone to the kid and went to pack her lunch, when I got out phone was inside the toilet had been there for about five minute'' I finished.

"So" he took my hand ''lets go get us  a phone" he announced

"us?" I inquired.

"I broke my phone this morning" he explained as he dragged me into the shop.