Chapter Nine
Caroline
"Ma, I am through with the UBA arrangement," the florist said as she walked into view from the cold room. "Can I have a coffee break?" She said. I waved her off, not bothering to look her way, as I stared at the plastic flower arrangement in front of me.
As she left, my mind wandered.
I walked into Safarat's apartment, and my jaw dropped. I have to say this right now. Saying the sitting room is all set is an understatement of this century.
I must confess to you. The sitting room before me is what I considered more than the set.
All she will ever need is well-positioned in this sitting room. All she just had to move was nothing. Every other thing she ever needed was in here. I can't wait to see the bedroom.
Suddenly, I felt so jealous she had everything she ever wanted or needed while I had always had to make do with what I could get, which was so unfair to me.
I checked myself quickly. I knew being jealous of petty things like this wasn't my thing, and I did not like my trend of thought.
So, back to when I walked in through the door, the first thing that caught my eye was the immaculate blue rug that clothed the floor.
The rug design is like a play with different shades of colour blue and different sizes of a square box interwoven to perfection.
You can hardly see where each shade of blue box fades into another, and when light flashes on it, it plays a dazzling game that could keep one staring for minutes or hours as the time factor allows.
The design is so eye-catching that I immediately imagine a blissful rest on this beautiful piece of art.
Sitting gracefully on this fine rug, are the most beautiful blue settees I have ever seen. The settees are all spaced out on the rug.
The sitting room is so large, three of our hostel rooms can fit.
I wish I could decode what message Safarat was trying to pass by getting an apartment this large.
Beautiful artificial pot plants sit between the settee. I mentally dared Safarat to get life plant pots if they did not all dry out in two weeks, but of course, I knew she knew how lazy she was.
In the centre of the sitting room was the most beautiful centre table I have ever seen as It is enormous.
It has a short wooden leg, and then on it is a crystal clear aquarium that gives the feeling of sea life in a sitting room. The size is six by four feet.
I also noticed that there were wallflowers that dripped down their baskets. Wall painting graced the wall.
Paintings of beautiful hills filled with flowers, some are paintings of beautiful cars and houses.
The one that held me spellbound for some minutes was the painting of the ocean and a mermaid with a golden crown and sceptre.
The mermaid was in the deep blue sea, with the upper half visible for all to see.
She was clothed only in a scaley bra, and in her right hand, she held the most beautiful golden sceptre ever, which had well-carved sea creatures in beautiful appeals.
"Don't worry, I will let you take pictures of that wall painting later. I am sure, if you pay more attention to your hands, you will know it is shaking and needs badly to let down that box."
I laughed out loud and moved off my position. I never knew I had overburdened my hand in my absorption and moved close to the painting I was admiring on the wall.
I will need a picture of that painting for deeper analysis, so I said as I walked toward her.
"Safarat, I will take you up on this offer later because I would like to draw a better picture analysis of how that artist's mind works," I said, and she rolled her eyes and laughed.
"Please do not go all philosophical on me, please." She said between laughing, and I joined in the laughter as we walked into what I believe was her bedroom.
Her bedroom is another beautiful place to be, which made me want to ask her how wealthy her parents were.
Her bed is king-sized. I have not been to many five-star hotels, but this room is more decorated and well-equipped to be far more than any five-star hotel I have been to.
I dropped a box where she instructed me to drop it on the floor close to her Waldrop, then joined her on the bed.
Her bed was so soft I had to wonder what the other room in this apartment looked and felt like.
I am trying my best not to consider her offer, but I know I can't. I do not know her that much to consider moving in with her that I am sure of, luxury or no luxury.
In her bed, I rolled from one side to another, enjoying the comfort her bed brings. Suddenly, I felt this urge to feel the bed on my bearskin.
Slowly, I lifted my top to my head while maintaining eye contact with her. Safarat shook her head, laughing.
" Sorry I do not do girls," she said still laughing I ignored her as I pulled my top over my head, I brought the top to cover my bar and lay back on the bed
"I placed my hand on my head then I widened and closed my legs intermittently enjoying this two-year-old baby game I was playing on her bed.
She rolled her eyes and looked away, then turned around and walked to her wardrobe. I followed her with my eyes.
I was so surprised that her wardrobe was full without what we just brought back from the hostel still packed in their respective boxes.
Just then, I heard the sound of the doorbell. She left what she was doing, quickly dashed through the door and left the room.
I maintained my position on her bed. I am willing to let go of the comfort of her bed yet. I knew I had to get somehow ready for her party in honour of this apartment, but sadly, I had nothing to wear.
I had discovered for a while that we wore the same size, but then I just couldn't infringe on her like that, meaning I had to attend the party in what I was wearing and pray to God the venue was as casual as my clothes.
I heard two voices, my friend's and a deeper voice that belonged to a man, so I quickly got up and put my clothes back on.
The door to the room opened, and Safarat walked in with a much older man, whom I thought should be Safarat's dad, but I could see little or no resemblance between the two.
I quickly dropped my jaw in it's not my business kind of gesture.
"Caroline, I would like you to meet Chief Timothy. He is my baby," She said, and my jaw dropped further. I quickly recovered when the expression on her face flattered slightly.
"It's so nice to meet you, sir, or can I call you Timothy? I asked, looking at Safarat. She smiled, so I looked back at the chief, who now had a smile on.
"You can just call me 'chief'," he said gladly. I just nodded my head. Safarat's claps dragged my attention back to her.
"Good with the introduction done, I would like to inform you that Timothy has agreed to take us out to celebrate this." she used her hand gesture to signify she was talking about the house.
I see you girls need to dress, so, I will leave you to it," the chief said, as he walked towards the door turning back swiftly he said
"Please be fast with it, you know how much I hate to wait for long," he said, and left the room.
I looked at my friend, and she dragged her eyes back from the exit like she expected me to reign questions and show my disapproval at this instant.
I looked at Safarat's and saw she was ready for any confrontation. Making sure I masked my feelings. I knew I could lose her if I disapproved of this stunt of hers, not that I minded losing her.
I will not hide my feelings if I think this is any of my business, but it is not. I do not care if she chooses a man old enough to be her grandpapa. As long as she is happy, I am ok with it.
"Spit it out" she suddenly vents out." I smiled, and she looked taken aback.
"There is nothing to vent. I can see you love him, so enjoy," I said, instantly jumping off her bed as I saw her smile take over her face.
She quickly steps in my face, holding my shoulders to keep me in place.
She glanced at the door and then back at me, her brown eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I do not love him, but I love his pocket." I giggled with her, not minding her at all. As far as I was concerned, her private life was not my business, except she asked for my opinion.
I have two more of them. she said proudly. My eyes widened. I did not like that one bit, but I knew it was what most students do to get through school, so I kept my judgment to myself.
She waited for me to say something, but when I didn't, she sighed.