By the time Pelumi heard the full story the laundry is done, she was laughing so hard that one will think she's sprayed with laughing gas. She wasn't even invited to seat, they were closer than blood sister she will sit whenever she wants and no one tells their siblings to seat in their house.
"So you were part of the unrequested ingredients in the omelette, how I wish I was there to take pictures, it could be shown to your children." Pelumi said, her face is the enough to define disappointment. "I should have arrived earlier and I wouldn't have missed it."
"His name is Mayowa, and he's sooo cuteeee." I said my face full of shyness. She hissed, and then rolled her eyes, then hissed again. If I hadn't known her before I would have thought a snake crawled in.
"I'm not sure the guy is really cute, probably he has a mouth bigger than his face can contain, one cannot trust what your type of cuteness is."
"That's a one time thing". My turn to roll my eyes, " can't you just forget about it". She is talking about the one time I called a goat cute, I bought it and the animal made it way into my house and broke a lot of things and messed the house up with snot in it's nose and it's stool and urine all over the place. Blegh, it was so disgusting and smelly and dirty and everything you can think of that I had to leave the house and have someone check for two weeks before the smell is gone. And even then, I can't even eat in that house for a while then.
"No don't give me that face, the same happened with Darasimi, just because she picked up your pen you concluded she's an angel." I don't have many people that will help me volunteerly, without expecting something. She helped me and her face looksed like angel to me. I can literally see the wings at her back. But she turned out to be a witch reincarnated, tormentted my life so much in school.
"I'm much wiser now and believe me when I said he's cute. But I'm not sure of his behavior though, the looks he gave me was not good or I'm the one overthinking." I sighed, remembering the disgusted face he gave me. And it might be me imagining it I tends to over think nowadays. There's no way he knows.
"Enough about me, how is dad and mom?" I asked as we make our way into my room to get her changed.
"They are fine and I'm sure that's not what you really want to ask." She said giving me a knowing side eye. Well it is true, the unsaid question was 'how is your brother?' I am in love... let's just say liked her brother for a lot of years now. He's so amazing. When Pelumi and I were growing up we get compared with him a lot. He's older than us, so I kind of look up to him like a role model.Olarewaju, has always been the brother I never had. The innocent brother love turned into simple crush before moving to love... no like. There's no way am getting him, I mean he wants to be a reverend father, I was so shocked we he said that. A part of me was heartbroken before I can confess. And the other part of me is happy I didn't get to confess, it would have made things complicated. Fifty years later if I cried he would have thought he was the reason. He loves his sister and I a lot.
"Fine, how is your brother?" I rolled my eyes again, I sure it's going to get us into trouble one day. I mean going out one day and rolling eyes to an old man, and he should end up being the president's father, I would be in a big pot of soup.
"He's fine. The asked of you the other day and I told him you've gotten prettier." No she did not. I would I face him only for him to see I remain just the same. I don't care, why should I care, it not as if I love him or anything. I'm his sister and he would love no matter how I looked. Yes! I brainwashed myself, I don't know that's actually a thing....
"Yes I did" she said reading my face.
"Well it not as if I care"
"Yes you do." She said with her tongue out in mockery.
"No I don't." Not willing to back I retorted. We continued like that for a while before she changed into into my short and a top I got for her. We don't usually bring clothes whenever we visit one another. Heck, I have a ton of clothes up till underwears for her in my home. And it the same with her too, whenever I see a pant she would like, I would get it for her. So why bring clothes when you won't be wearing them? We made our way into the kitchen.
"What do you want to eat?" I asked. Already preparing to make Ofada rice and it's sauce.
"Ofada rice baby!" She exclaimed so loud that one will think she hadn't eaten for days. Well it's been a while since she ate my sauce. I'm a very good cook. Something one won't expect from a rich girl. Ofada rice is a local rice, produced right in the country and hasn't gone through the series of process. So it's extremely delicious, although if prepared with haste it would end up with stone. The sauce is made with tomatoes, scotch bonnet pepper -which is Soo hot- chilli peppers, red bell pepper and onions lots of it. A lot of grounded crayfish, smoked fish, beef, dried fish and lots more.
I washed two milk cups of rice as slowly as possible. When I am sure it has no stones I put it in the pot with boiling water with some salts. I blended all my peppers and tomatoes and onions. I bleached my palm oil for a while before letting it cool down. I then tried the remaining onions and the crayfish in it. I gradually added the beef and fish. By the time I added the pepper mix, the kitchen is already filled with delicious aroma has already filled the kitchen. I added some chicken seasoning and salt. The sauce is so red, and I can't be more proud than I am.
During this time we talked about the new person that joined her company and all sorts of random things. The rice finally done. I made sure it's not overcooked, who eats overcooked rice? We ate so slowly that by the time we are done am sure a group of algae would be growing in the pot already.