“Hey babe,” Luke responded on the phone after his wife, Rose, picked up. “Where are you?”
“On my way home. In traffic along Ozumba,” she sighed. “You?”
“Oh I’m home! Got off work a little early today and the traffic demons were still asleep,” he chuckled.
“Anyway I called to ask if you’re up for dinner and what you feel like eating.”
“Awww. Chai! I’m so blessed. Thanks babe.”
Luke laughed. “You’ve not even eaten it yet…”
“It’s you. I trust you,” Rose smiled. “I’m feeling like suya tonight but don’t worry I’ll buy some on my way. You can make anything light to go with it.”
“No don’t worry. We still have some chicken at home. I’ll make chicken suya.”
The call ended on a mushy note and Luke went to work instantly in the kitchen. He set off with a reinvention of chicken suya thanks to the suya spice Rose often kept at home. Then he made a small portion of potato fritters, diced some carrots, peas and cauliflower and steamed them as a veggie side, just how Rose liked her meals.
He grabbed the blender and made a pineapple and banana smoothie and then popped that into the fridge to chill before Rose arrived. It had been so long since he cooked anything and so he was excited as adrenaline pushed him even further.
He set up the dining table for two and then proceeded to grab a shower. Some minutes later he heard the doorbell ring, he ran to get it and welcomed his beautiful Rose.
They hugged and kissed for a few seconds before he pulled away to admire her.
“Doesn’t look like the traffic got to you. You look good.”
She smiled, caught a glimpse of the dining table and made a beeline for it.
From behind, Luke grabbed her tiny frame, picked her up while tickling her.
“You need to grab a bath first,” he said playfully.
“Are you saying I…”
“I’m saying you need to freshen up so we can both enjoy dinner and then proceed to some more without you wearing a coat of Lagos traffic on your skin.”
“Fine, you win,” Rose said as Luke dropped her in their bedroom.
Luke turned her around and planted a kiss on her forehead.
“Off you go,” he said as he left the bedroom to get the food on the dining table.
Rose walked into the dining area in her lingerie, perfume oozing so much you could image a smoke machine was powered-up around her.
“Whoa!” Luke said when his eyes settled on her in the dim candle-lit room.
“Can’t come to dinner empty-handed now can I?”
Luke instinctively reached for a glass of water, sipped some and cleared his throat.
“Well then, settle down.”
He got up, helped her with her seat and then himself sat down.
They spent the next twenty minutes eating and catching up on their day.
Rose intimated him with her overbearing boss and her colleague, Jane, who envied everything Rose did or had and tried to mirror them by act or purchase!
Luke talked about yet another up-coming work trip. This time to Dubai and then South Africa.
“Sometimes I wish I could go with you on some of these trips,” Rose sulked.
“Yeah, me too,” he looked sad.
Rose reached out her hand and placed it over his.
“What’s the matter?” Rose asked when Luke’s mood lasted longer than she thought it should.
Luke looked at Rose dead in the eye, a random tear ran down his face but he did not care to clean it.
He reached into his pocket and produced a sachet of sorts, threw it on the table and then reached for another sachet but held on tight to it.
“So, there’s some poison in your food. It takes about thirty minutes to kick-in and you need the antidote administered within twenty minutes of the first signs. You’ve been eating for about twenty minutes and so you have about ten minutes to start talking. If you tell me everything I need, I’ll administer the antidote but if you don’t I won’t and this will be the end of you.”
“This is a joke, right?” she chuckled but she really was frantic.
His eyes still locked on hers, cold and calculating, “Now you have eight minutes.”
Rose got upset and stood up.
“What is this madness?”
“Sit down,” he said in the steeliest voice she ever heard.
She sat down.
“Who is Jason?”
“Seven minutes left…” he informed her.
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