CHAPTER FOURTY NINE
Hot Broth
Despite my outburst, Kylian followed me out. He was right, there was no way I could have stopped him and if I am telling the truth, it was nice to have him come with. Hand in hand, we walked down to the bus stop.
It felt nice
In the last five days, I got to know about Kylian than I did in last five months. I got to watch him sleep, torture himself over spicy food, close the toilet seat when I leave it up, talk my ears out when I press the toothpaste tube from the middle, throw his head over in laughter when we watch a funny skit, talk with his mouth full and watch him constantly ignore his parent’s calls
I know he wanted space but he could at least let them know he is fine
Yes, fine fucking you right?
Can you just shut the fuck up?
Whatever is going on between him and his parent, don’t interfere, it is not your place
A bus stopped at the bus stop
“Hey, come on, the bus is here” We ran towards the bus and waited for our turn before we entered. Taking my seat toward the window, Kylian sat next to me and he held me closer when two hefty men came in after us. As the bus moved, I looked around and nobody seem to recognize Kylian
Perhaps, it is because they are minding their business, technically, this is the last place you would expect to find Kylian Mbappe. Kylian on a bus, who would think that?
“I think it is working” I said to my husband as he looked down at me with the bucket hat on his head
“What?” he asked, though it came out muzzled due to the nose covering his nose and his mouth
“People don’t recognize you”
“The night is still young” he shrugged
“I am hopeful” I watch the heavily lighted street of Paris as the bus moved on “Have you even ride a bus before” I asked Kylian
“Of course” he answered with a smile “I was not born with a sliver spoon remember”
“Sometimes, I forget that” I let out as I turned my attention back to the street watching the silver moon
“We will get back to you”
I let out a huge sigh as the seventh mini-mart manager I met with today gave me his reply. I don’t know what we will get back to you in France means but in Nigeria, it means no
“Okay” I replied with the brighest smile I could muster “I will be expecting your call, my phone number is on that card I gave you”
“Alright”
Then, I left the office and found Kylian waiting for me outside the door. He walked towards me when he saw me
“So?”
“Same” I muttered “We will get back to you”
“I am sure they will” he tried to comfort me
“You must be tired, I am sorry for stressing you”
“Why are you apologizing? I wanted to come” he held my hand “So, what do you to do?”
“Eat!”
“What?”
“I am craving some spicy hot pepper soup with red wine”
There was no point dwelling on something I had no control over. I am going to wait for a week and if I hear nothing from them, I will talk over my other options with Mr. K
“I saw some bottles on the shelf in this store” he suggested
“Let go get it” I said with a giggly voice
I waited my turn to hand over the two bottles of red wine I got for bagging over the counter. I watched Kylian answer his brother’s call few steps from me and I smiled. I guess, he couldn’t ignore his brother
“Salut! (Hi!)”
I turned to the direction of the voice and found a fair skinned French man neatly dressed with a bright smile on his face
“Salut! (Hello)” I replied politely and faced the counter. I looked toward Kylian and found him looking toward me.
Please, can this guy just leave me alone
“Comment ca va?”
Ignore him
“Ca va bien, merci (I am fine, thanks)”
Fucking ignore him
“Je m’appelle Mark, et toi (My name is Mark and you?)”
“Bewaji”
“Tu habites pres ici (Do you live close by?)”
Kylian is fucking looking at you, he wants to see how you will handle yourself. Do I need to fucking repeat myself? Fucking ignore his ass
My inner self was literally yelling in my head right now, then he said something in French that I didn’t get, at least not at the pace he was speaking
“I am sorry, I am not that good in French” I said nervously
“Oh, I am sorry for assuming you are French” he retorted in English
“What can I do for you, Monsieur?”
“I was hoping I could get your phone number, get to know each other”
“I am sorry, I am married”
“Oh come on, if you don’t want me, just say you don’t want me. Don’t insult me by lying to me, I don’t see a ring on that finger” he stated aggressively
“Fine, I don’t want you, leave me the fuck alone” I blurted out unconsciously
“What did you just say to me?” he frowned as he moved closer to me
“She said leave her alone” Kylian barked as he moved in front of me facing the young man
“Ah man, this does not concern you, this is between me and that rude ass bitch?”
“What did you say about my wife?” he moved to punch the young man but I stopped him, fearing the outcome of Kylian punching that
“You can’t, Kylian, you are a public figure”
“I don’t care” kylian grunted
There was a huge yelp and we turned to find the French man been manhandled by the two hefty men that came into the bus with us
“What the hell have you two been doing?” Kylian questioned them in a hard voice
“Sorry, boss”
“What? They work for you?” I asked in confusion
“You really think I will come out without security”
I looked at him perplexed
“Pay up and let go” he said to me
I opened Kylian’s hot broth of pepper soup, more like water soup and fish and handed him a spoon while he opened the bottle of red wine. The French man was taken to the police station and charged with sexual harassment, he would be let out of the police station tomorrow with a warning
Kylian took his spoonful of the soup and looked me weirdly
“What?” I asked with a chuckle
“Is this it?”
“It is sweet, isn’t it?”
“Yeah but it taste like normal soup”
That is because I asked Madam Black to make his pepper soup without pepper, it is torturous for me to watch him suffer with pepper
“It is not worth all the hype you had about it earlier” he concluded
I opened my own broth and a sweet aroma flooded the room
“That smells different and look different” Kylian observed and before I knew what was happening, he deep his own spoon into mine and scoop a spoonful of my portion and ate it
“What are you doing?” I exclaimed as he gushed over the table blowing air into his mouth
“This is different, you deceived me” he ranted as his tongue suffered
“Because of that, you can’t take spicy food”
“That is my business” he retorted and he took another spoonful, followed by blowing more air into his mouth
“See, you are suffering, you should stop”
“I can’t, it taste so good” He took another spoonful even though his mouth is on fire “Now, I understand the hype” then he carried his broth and poured it into mine
“What are you doing?”
He started mixing the food together
“It is not going to taste that good anymore now” I complained hardly
“That is your fault” he took a spoonful of the mixed food and nodded “This is so good, how have I never heard of this place before”
“Marcus introduced me” I let out unconsciously
Good Job, Bewaji, Good Job
I looked at him to gauge his expression but he looked unbothered. He took another spoonful and directed it to my mouth
“Open” and I did “How is it?”
The raw feeling I do get when I taste Madam Black’ hot pepper soup was gone but the food still tasted very good
“It is good”
“Eat” he stated with a smile on his face
“What you did today at the store, Kylian, you can’t do that again?” I let out in between eating
“I am not going to have someone assault my woman before me”
“You are a public figure, you can’t be going around punching people”
“What kind of public figure am I if I can’t protect my woman?”
That is the second time, he is calling you his woman
But that could have gotten out of hand earlier
But It didn’t, let it go and enjoy your time with your husband
I let out a heavy sigh and continued my food
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY 9.00 PM WAT
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