Joe refused to collect the remaining pizza from her and pleaded with her to eat it all. While Lucky prepared her favourite food, which was boiled yam with egg sauce and a cup of tea, she loved this delicacy so well she could almost lose her birthright for it. After much begging, she struggled to finish the pizza. Joe raised his left hand and looked at his wristwatch. The time read "7:55 p.m.," and he was quite shocked.
"7:55," Joe said with a great shock, "Time is far spent; we can't go out again because they would have closed."
The light had deceived them because of its brightness, and the curtain placed on the room window was closed. The A.C. was the only source of ventilator for them.
"Let's go to the sitting room and watch a movie down there."
"I love awesome movies; do you have one?"
"I have a lot of Marvel, an Avengers film, and some romantic movies; which one would you love to watch?"
"Oh! I love Marvel movies!" Bianca exclaimed. "I watched a lot of them when I was a kid, and I still love them."
"Let's go," Joe ordered.
"Ok."
Joe went ahead of her, while Bianca trailed him at the back, but one thing was certain. She wasn't herself. She couldn't tell if it was shyness or timidity or if she was already used to the echoing noise from cars and their rays of light under the bridge which was lacking in this; she couldn't decipher it.
When Joe got to the door of the sitting room, he opened the door and stood by it, waiting for Bianca to enter first, which she did. He waited for her to sit down, and when he was sure Bianca had sat down on the long couch opposite the TV, he went over to the TV set, put on the DVD, then inserted an Avenger disc inside it. He walked back to the table nearer to Bianca and sat beside her. They started watching the film together. The characters made her smile, but when she saw Thanos, she whispered, "Wicked soul." Joe heard her and smiled.
"When last did you watch Marvel?"
"I'm 21 now," Bianca said, trying to subtract the years. "I think I was 16 or 17 years old back then."
"No wonder."
Ten minutes had gone while watching the movie. Lucky came in, holding a tray with dishes on it.
"I am done, and this is it."
"Keep it there," said Joe.
"Ok sir," he answered, dropping the dishes on the centre table and looking at the movie they were engrossed in, "But wait, the two of you started watching the next episode before me."
"Why not?" inquired Joe.
"I am supposed to watch it before others," answered Lucky.
"Why is that?"
"Because you had given me authority over everything in the house, before anything goes on, I have to be aware."
"Not today."
Lucky didn't reply anymore. He went over to a chair and sat down. This was a perfect weapon to use against Joe since he would not allow anyone, including his best friend, to sit down with him when he was with someone of the opposite sex. Lucky knew all this and went ahead and sat down comfortably.
"Dear… Please eat your delicious meal," said Joe, taking the plate and placing it on his lap.
"I will eat… let me watch a little."
"Watch while I feed you," Joe uttered; he didn't wait for her response as he took the yam with a fork, dipping it into the egg sauce, and then stretched his hand towards Bianca's mouth.
"Eat it, dear," Joe said.
She opened her mouth and dragged the yam with her teeth, still engrossed in watching her favourite movie. She munched it gently to the extent that it impressed Joe.
"I love the way you eat…" observed Joe.
Bianca didn't reply. She smiled, taking her dimples to the extreme.
"After this, you would take a shower or a bath and then sleep for the night."
"No problem," was Bianca's response.
Joe was done feeding her; he took her by the hands, indicating to her to stand up. She obeyed. He whispered something into her ears.
"Let's go to the room while you take your bath."
"Ok," she responded.
They walked out of the living room. She stopped a little, staring at Lucky, who had just been looking at the both of them.
"Good night," she said to Lucky.
"Same, have a sweet night. Bye."
Joe and Bianca left the sitting room and went straight to her bedroom. Joe stooped on the tiles, gathering all the items on the floor that he had bought for her, and Bianca wanted to offer some help in arranging everything. He rejected her offer and told her to have a shower while throwing the newly bought towel to her and telling her to pick up her bathing gown, showing her the way to the bathroom, which had two doors before you got there. Bianca wondered why there were two doors before you got into the bathroom. Joe smiled.
"The reason is for security reasons. You know everybody in this house are males; only you. And our gender can do something nasty, so that's the main reason, so in case of that, you lock the door before they get there."
"I understand," she said, tearing out the nylon of the towel.
She stood up, hanging the towel on her shoulder, and opened the door.
"Escort me" she beckoned Joe.
"So, you are scared?"
"I am not scared," she smiled.
"Let us go."
Joe took her along while opening the two doors. The first door was very far from the second, but its good aspect was that it was safer, so before you ran there, the footstep would have been heard, and you would have closed the second door, which was very near you. After Joe escorted her, he went back to the room and arranged everything on the ground, keeping it on the wardrobe. Her underwear were kept in a box. When he was done, he sat down on the floor and thought about Bianca—she looked pretty, humble, and open-minded to me. Should I ask her this or keep hold of the other? How would l tell her that I really love her, not just because of her dimple but because of her personality? Or should I spend more time in studying her and getting to know who she really is? But how long? A year or two? I hope it isn't infatuations popping up within me. I really want to marry a girl like Bianca. This was all the thought that went through his head that he didn't know when the door screeched and opened. Bianca came out, staring at Joe.
"What happened, JK?" she inquired anxiously, "Hope nothing went wrong."
"Oh!" he exclaimed, recovering from his long thought, "Are you through with your bath?"
"Yeah," she replied, "I hope nothing went wrong."
"Nothing is wrong. I just had to sit down on the tile when I was done."
Bianca nodded her head in appreciation. "Thank you. I really appreciate your good deeds towards me."
"No problem," said Joe. "I really love your dimple… I wish I had one."
"Thanks," she smiled even more.
"Take your rest… I am already dizzy."
Bianca went nearer to him, embracing him tightly; the manner in which she executed it looked like she had strategized it while she had her bath. "I will never forget you in the history of my life for what you have done to me."
"You have not done anything, dear," Joe responded.
"Don't say such."
Joe released himself while Bianca went to the bed and sat down. Joe came over to her and gave her a kiss on her lips, then whispered into her ears, "Good night. Sweet dreams. Bye." He stood up and walked to the door, waving to Bianca, then he left.
End of chapter six.