CHAPTER TWO
The Arrival
A clear sky and bright sunny day
These all mean that my path forward as I start my new life is going to be clear and also bright. Maybe even sunny too. I tell myself as I try to gauge Paris’s weather condition from the private plane's window Kylian sent to bring me from Nigeria.
Finally, I am in Paris
Nothing could quantify the happiness I felt in my soul as butterflies flutter erupted in my stomach at the thought of seeing my husband again. I can’t believe I can miss someone this much, I have missed him to the extent that if I don’t see him soon, I am going to explode.
But my happiness was soon overloaded by the great uneasiness I feel in my stomach as the plane descend down. This happened when we were taking off and I thought it had something to do with what I ate at the private airport in Nigeria but I think this has to do with plane. A soothing relief flow through me when the plane landed and the uneasiness gently faded away. I need to see a doctor about this, there has to be something they can do about this since I am going to be travelling a lot with Kylian
Ever since he left me in Nigeria, a month ago, I have not been able to talk to him. His assistant who always sounds like she can’t wait to get off the phone said he has been busy with work which I know.
His team has been balling both in the Ligue 1 and champion’s league. Currently, Kylian is the highest goal scorer in every kind of league there is. Talk of premier league, La liga, Bundesliga, Serie A and Ligue 1. In all five most important leagues right now, he is the best and I know that does not come easy, he has to put in the work and I couldn’t be more proud of him but I just wish I can talk to him for some few minutes just to show him that I care.
I unhook my seatbelt when the plane stopped and brought my Armani purse closer to myself to put in it my personal effects which I scattered around during my 6 hours trip. I slid my feet into the six inches Louis Vuitton heels I purchased recently.
Yeah, I am clothed with designer shit from my head to my feet. Even my toes and finger are painted with a Fenty product. Being married to Kylian Mbappe came with its perks. Grinding my teeth in pain as my toes struggled to find a place to settle inside the heels. This heels are fucking painful but I have make an impression on my husband. I know adorning myself with designers shit I have hard time remembering its brand names might be a little too much but he needs to know that I am qualified to walk alongside him on the red carpet during Ballon d’or award ceremony and every other award ceremonies he gets to attend.
Flipping my 12 inches knotless braid over my shoulder, I slowly stepped down on the air stairs to meet the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and trust me, I have met a lot
A pixie haircut, black jacket on a black jean and I don’t think anyone can rock black the way she rocks it.
God! Those boots...
They are fucking beautiful and perfect. I am getting it too. Tall, her face slightly oblong and slightly chiselled, if that counts as a face shape. Thin pink lips, pointed nose, hands crossed just below her slightly elevated chest, upright stance and when she removed the black shape adorning her eyes, the most beautiful blue eyes came to view.
Seriously who created this woman? God Obviously
“Hey” I said out loud as I got closer to her
“Welcome” she replied in a cool hard familiar voice. The voice that always sounds like she can’t wait to get off the phone. OMG! The impatient assistant and judging from her scrunched up face, I think I said it out loud
“What!
“I am so sorry, I am just so excited to see you. I am Bewaji but my friends call me Bewa. So please call me Bewa”
“We are not friends, Ms Bewaji Bendel, now get in the car” she responded snappishly
“Actually, it is Mrs Mbappe now” I tried to correct her only to be corrected myself by her glaring eyes to do as I am told.
Okay! Not friendly. I made a mental note to tell Kylian to change her. I need to surround myself with happy people and not people who will bring me down. Then again I am her boss’s wife which means I am her boss, how can she act so rudely toward me?
She is definitely going.
The Mercedes Benz moved out of the airport, the driver who I noticed is a reserved person loaded my two suitcases into the boot. My mother said though my husband might have everything in his house but it is not going to hurt if I have some things that I got with my own money in his house too. I sink deeper into the owner’s corner. I have never been in a nice car like this. Everything is so comfortable.
Few minutes later, we were out on the street of Paris and like any other major city, it is busy. Tall buildings, busy road and people. Whoever did the planning of the city did a very good job, the buildings were all clustered together with a definite pattern and design, no buildings out of sort. Cars moving up and down, even bicycles too. I don’t think I have ever seeing this many bicycles moving on the road before. Back in Nigeria, it is never our-go-to and it will never be.
But there is a similarity between Nigeria and this city....
The hustling spirit......
From inside the car, I could see different stalls, the pizza stall, the waffle stall, restaurants of different kind. No matter the city, the hustling spirit is always alive.
And then the car suddenly made a turn and then we were going down a tunnel which would have been in total darkness if not for the neon light attached to the wall emitting white lighy. A minute later, the car slowly came to a stop in front of what I think is an elevator. I came out of the car looking around the basement and I could see other cars parked. So I’m in the parking lot of a building.
I see this a lot in movies…. cool.
The quiet driver brought out my luggage. I collected one from him and he helped with the other. Grumpy assistant just looked the other way and walked to the elevator. I don’t usually dislike people but I am starting to dislike her. I held unto my stomach again as the elevator goes up, the uneasiness is back. So, it is not just with the plane, it think it has to do with going up and down.
“Are you okay?” The driver asked me in concern
“Ye…yes, I am fine. It is just the elevator” I looked up at him in time to see the grumpy assistant look at me with indifference.
Seriously what did I do to this woman who I just met for the first time today? It is like she hates me and she is showing her hatred for me to my face. My concerns about her evaporated the moment the elevator opened and I saw heaven
“Wow!” I blurted out with my mouth wide. Grumpy assistant scoffed and she moved into what I will call the most beautiful penthouse I have ever seen in my life and not that I have seen many. In fact, this is the first time and I am stepping into one.
The driver moved my luggage and went deeper into what I would call a 1000 square meter suite. The living room is really wide and interior décor is mad. I don’t really know much about décor but I can tell that the decorator tried to blend culture. I mean if I am not mistaken that is a Filippo Brunelleschi sculpture next to 72 inches led smart TV close to the wall. Somewhere at the edge of the living room is a book shelf adorned with some French books. I dropped on the couch running by hand through the soft creamy velvet clothing as I admire the painting that hang on the wall of the sumptuous dining room.
Dragging my butt off the couch to continue my tour but not before picking the pillow that bounced off the couch to the floor when I sat earlier. I moved closer to the painting in the dining room, below it is a signature which looks like a French name. Turning around to get a better look of the dining room, I can say the main theme of the décor is French but with a little touch of Italian stuff.
Cool!
The assistant and driver are nowhere to be found. That is rude, this is my first time, they are suppose to take me around. The good thing is that I have my own hands and legs to take myself around. So I went up the stairs trying to follow the direction the driver went earlier with the luggage. I tried opening the first door I saw but it was shut. So I tried another and another until a door open and I stepped into a very large bedroom. Sighting my luggage at the base of the king sized bed, I am in the right place. This is our bedroom.
I sat down on the bed and ran my hands through the fluffy white bed sheet. Due to the softness of the bed sheet, I couldn’t resist the temptation to rest my back on the bed and I did. Wow! This is so soft. Looking at high ceiling, the designer bulb stand which I only see in movies stood out emitting golden light
This is the best atmosphere to consummate my marriage with my husband. I giggled shyly to myself trying to imagine what is going to happen tonight
I have got to ease myself, I dragged myself out of the bed and opened the first door I saw. I stepped into the closet which is only occupied with wardrobes and shelves. Not even Kylian’s stuff are there.
Is this a new house? I thought to myself. Of course, it has to be. If not, his stuff would be here. I sighed and I closed the door. Then I opened another, which thankfully this time is a toilet. I sat on the bidet and opened my mouth in relief as the pent up urine finds its way out of my bladder. Tapping the toilet seat I was on, this is my first time seeing and sitting on a bidet. I have only seen this also in movies.
After cleaning myself up, I went back into the room to get my phone. I need to talk to my parent. I opened the closed curtain to get lightning for my video call and I saw the most beautiful outdoor terrace I have ever since in my life. The window turns out to be a sliding door to the terrace, stepping outside the bedroom, a fresh gentle breeze blew against lifting up my braids.
To my right is a garden which also looks like a bar and to my left is a swimming pool. I walk towards the swimming pool and put my hands into it. I have never been in a swimming pool, neither can I swim in it. The good part of it is that I can learn because I want to be able to swim with my husband for the rest of our God given life.
Lifting my head and I saw the most magnificent view I have ever since in my life. I moved closer to the balcony and I can feel my face smile at the sight I am seeing before me. I could practically see the whole of Paris from every direction. I clicked some button on my phone and put a video call through to my parent. My screen was adorned with my mother’s beautiful face
“Mama, I am here” I shouted with a bright smile into the screen. Baba joined the video call seconds later and I took them on a tour of the house and it ended with me showing them the beautiful view of Paris. I hung up the call but not before they prayed for my husband and I, promising to call them again when Kylian is back.
Sighing out loud as I caressed the golden necklace my sister spent all their savings on to buy for me as a wedding gift. I should not be the only one looking at this view, my family should see it too. Maybe I can ask Kylian to bring them over for Christmas.
I looked at the setting sun, I guess sunset is beautiful everywhere and not just in Nigeria. Holding my phone up, I took a selfie with the sunset as a background and instantly posted it on the gram.
Going back into the room, I fell on the bed and rested on my head on pillow. This bed is really soft, this will make lovemaking with Kylian really sweet. Heaven can’t get better than this, I thought to myself. Looking at the other end of the bed which will be Kylian’s spot, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine which it would be like waking up next to Kylian.
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY
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