CHAPTER 85: MISJUDGED.

Ivana finished preparing Chapati and at the same time Milka was done with her stew. The food was ready to be served. Ivana send the other maid to prepare the table before she carries the food to the table.

"Is Paul still there?" Ivana asked the maid when she returned.

"Yes ma'am"

"What was he doing?"

"Nothing really,he was on the phone ma'am"

"Ooh okay " she pouted like a baby  , "you are all my agemates you should drop this ma'am thing just call me by my name"

"Uhm?

"Yes call me Ivana or Miss Ivana l will be fine,okay now let's carry this to the dinning table"

After they have arranged everything the maid left to have their supper the kitchen. Paul came to sit on dining table by himself. Ivana was contemplating on how to tell him. 'l guess my Cooking skill was enough, the aroma is so alluring' 

"Wifey, kindly give my share, l am famished" he said as he wiped his hands with hot towel. Ivana smiled inwardly and served him the food on the plate.

"Wooow the aroma is as sweet as it tastes,wifey are you the one who prepared the food? Now do you get it when l told you that l should be finding you home when l come from work?" He chuckled.

Ivana maintained the straight face as she concentrated on eating. She burning with laughter inside. 'It's true that the way to a man's heart is through food' the African proverbs.

The way Paul was stuffing Chapatis in his mouth you would think that he was starving to death but in really sense the food was too sweet to be leftovers. It was a good scene to watch. Ivana kept on smiling inwardly.

After finishing eating Ivana carried the dishes back to the kitchen and wiped the dinning table. The maids were to wash the untesils and clean the kitchen before going to sleep.The maids started clamoring

"Ma'am Ivana really knows how to cook sweet food"

"I can't get enough of eating"

"Did you see how boss was eating the chapatis?"

"Will you please lower your voices, the boss might hear you, you know"Milka the head maid said.

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Back to the club oval, Mr Mukhongo have been trying to get close to the politician. Atleast to talk to him but the bodyguard were the greatest barrier.

A few minutes ago he bragged the way he had schooled with that politician in highschool. Truth to the fact, they were in the same school with Mr Simiyu now he is the member of parliament of their constituency.

"If you know each other, you should let him know that you are around. It's getting late, l haven't planned on going home late today"

"You are not helping you know, relax l am waiting for the perfect moment to approach him" he sighed experatedly.

He stood up from his chair, corrected his coat, as he walked towards were Honourable Simiyu was seated. He was seen laughing and conversing with another man that was  seated on the same table with him.

"Hey back off you punk!"the first bodyguard said, pushing me Mukhongo slightly.

"Hey relax mehn, l don't want to have ily intentions, l know your boss we schooled with him and.. and he is ..my good friend" he struggled to lie to giant men that were standing in front of him. They were trying to intimidated him as they looked at him on the head like a small creature since they were taller than him.

"Wait here! He roared. He signaled the other bodyguard who went and pointed at Mr Mukhongo as he murmured something to Honourable Simiyu. He nodded for approval, Mr Mukhongo was so happy that final he was getting close to him only to be embarassed at the end.

The bodyguard signaled him to come forward.

"He..lo..helo Simiyu it have been long, how have you been" he greeted him.

"Go to the point, what do you want,l know you are one of my numerous supporters."

"Actually l need your help, can we talk atleast in private?" Mr Mukhongo asked.

"I know what you need" Honourable Simiyu said as he reached for his wallet and pulled out  one thousand note. "Take this and leave, l know you are in need of it, this should be enough"

"No actually, it's it's not about......he was cut of as .r Simiyu said. "You want more unfortunately l don't give it lazy people like you, you will have to work for it. If you don't appreciate my kindness leave, as you can see l was talking with someone important" 

Mr Simiyu was talking on top of his voice. Shouting at him as it attracted other people who was seating near then. Despite the music being lound, most people heard him.

One of the bodyguard took the one thousand note from their boss and stuffed it on Mr Mukhongo's face then carried him up from his seat like nothing. His fear were dangling in the air like someone who had hunged from a tall tree.

Mr Wechuli came to his rescue as she pleaded with the bodyguard not to throw him out as he was with her.

"You are lucky that a woman stood up for you or else, Scram!"

They went back to their table, he was embarassed with what had just happened to him a minute ago. Almost all the people in the club were oogling at him. He hung his head low as a teanager waiting to be scolded by a parent.

"What were you thinking when you asked him for money? You know you just can't approach a politician the way you did" Mrs Wechuli said.

"I didn't ask him any money, he misjudged me. Even he didn't give me time to explain or tell him what l wanted. I regret approaching him,can you order Kenya cane for me? That's the only drink that will help me forget what has happened just now."