SITA
"Did someone drive you home last night?" A voice echoed into my ears. It sounded quite distant, but the face from which the sound escaped seemed to be close enough to meet my face. I was seeing it in my dream, it was the face of…my handmaiden.
I opened my eyes and sat up on my bed. Gosh, it was already daybreak and the sun was already gushing into my room through the windows whose curtains were supposedly shifted to the far end of the wall at both sides, by my handmaiden.
Her name, by the way, is Maria.
"Finally, you've woken, sleeping beauty." She announced from the corner where she was. She made me breakfast already, but the awkward thing was that she brought it to my room. That's not the way it's meant to be done in my house, breakfast is for the dining, but guess what, that breakfast was exactly what I needed even as I was in bed.
"Did someone drive you home last night, or, were you able to drive yourself home, drunk and super out of yourself?" she repeated her question. She was done laying the breakfast on my study table.
I took a deep breath and rolled out of bed. I still had the clothes I wore to the club on, nothing seemed to have been touched by anyone, not even Maria who on a normal day would take off my clothes and wipe my face with a wet towel to give me comfort.
"You haven't answered me, ma'am." She folded her arms.
"Come on, Maria." I made for the meal on the table and took the seat next to it "You should be busy with the chores, not my last night."
She raised a brow. She is my handmaiden for sure, but I wasn't the one who employed her to serve me, my father employed and assigned her to me because he feared I would be a mess without the eyes of someone who should play a motherly role, watching me closely.
"I understand you might not want to talk about your bidding last night, but I think I need to know how you came home last night because it wasn't the driver that brought you home last night." She was serious.
I raised a brow. Last night, I was super drunk and super horny even after I had a quickie with someone. Wait, quickie. My eyes widened at the sound of that word in my unseen mind. I had a quickie with the white doctor who treated my leg, and the fellow didn't even take cover, he did it raw.
I turned to Maria. If she was such a friend to me, I could have laughed and asked her to go get me something I could take to prevent any odd thing that might arise from unprotected sexual intercourse.
"I guess I did it myself," I replied and turned to the food.
"You drive yourself home, drunk and gassed out?" she scuffed. "And the police, they didn't meet you out there. They didn't even stop you."
I nodded and descended on the meal. She had made a couple of nice meals one would like for breakfast. Scrambled eggs, pancakes, bugger, coffee and some other snacks.
"That should be a great escape, but it's a bad thing the police no longer do their job in this city." She freed her hands and made it to the door.
"Wait, you want the police to arrest me?" I asked with food in my mouth.
"Because you risked your life and that of others by being such a reckless figure." She pushed open the door and walked out of my room.
I stood up as soon as she left and ambled to the door. I shut it and locked it to keep everyone in my house away from badging into my room for whatever could be their reason.
I drew the curtains shut and returned to my study table, there, I raised my pants and fished the phone I taped to it. I had done the good of turning it off last night in the bathroom, but I wonder what Yapi and the rest of the elites at the party last night would say about the general's phone getting lost after the party.
"Bloody general." I dropped the phone on the desk and made for my phone which was well in the purse sitting awkwardly on my bed. I took the purse, opened it, and fished my phone out of it.
"Thirty missed calls?" I hushed as I set my eyes on the screen, the missed calls were from Yapi, and it all started last night. oh, very funny, last night, I was taking shots and shots of the barman's concoction, with the white doctor who treated my legs.
I sat on the bed to think of him, how he returned my kisses when I held his head last night and gave him the best kisses of his life, and how he turned me over after I had sucked his lower rod. I smiled.
I can't tell much about the size of it, now my eyes are clear, but I can still feel its impact in me.
I shook off the thought of the promiscuous life I lived last night, and returned to reality. First, I'll need to call Yapi, to know why he called too many times even when I wasn't picking up, then, I will call Baba.
I dialed Yapi's number and slipped the call in to loud so I wouldn't have to place the phone on any of my ears. He clicked in, and he picked without thinking twice, but then, he came yapping.
"No one on earth has ever snubbed my calls the way you did from last night till this morning, Sita, what sort of shit were you doing that was more important than my calls?" he asked.
I inhaled. "I'm sorry, Honorable," I said as calmly as I could. "I clubbed last night and was badly drunk. It was my driver that took me home last night."
"You clubbed?" he laughed till he began coughing badly, but he continued, anyway. "You came late to last night's party, and didn't do much of the dancing I offered you. Drank nothing, and went to a club with commoner's."