Three weeks later, while we were having our usual chat on phone, he informed me that Mr Paul had gotten an accommodation for him on the island.
“That’s good. I was about to ask you about the accommodation since you are coming back next week.” I said.
“Mr Paul just informed me today, so he suggested that I should tell you to come check the place out before he pays.”
“Ooo… What’s my own business in this?” I asked myself.
It was as if he knew what was going on in my mind.
“I really don’t want to bother you but Mr Paul insisted. He said if you like it, then I’ll definitely like it, and I think he’s right.”
“You guys are… “ I paused for a moment. “In fact, Mr Paul is something else. Where did he get that philosophy from, that you’ll like whatever I like?”
“You can ask him that when you see him,” he said laughing. “He’ll pick you up on Saturday so you could go together.”
“So you guys have already planned my weekend for me, and who told you I’ll be free on Saturday?” I asked.
“I know you are free on Saturday, if not, I would have known by now.”
He was right. If I’m occupied for the weekend, he would have known because we talk about almost everything on phone, including our schedules for the week.
“He will also take you to see an interior decorator so you can choose everything that’s needed for the interior decoration,” he said.
“Daniel, how on earth do you want me to know your taste?”
“I trust your judgment. I just want a beautiful home.”
“I’ll try my best.”
“He will take you to my office too, although we already arranged that before I left Nigeria. He will just show you around.”
“What about your staff?”
“Yea, we gave the contract to a recruiting firm. The qualified applicants have been selected but I’ll be the one to conduct the final interview.”
“Good, everything is in place then,” I said.
“Everything except for the accommodation, and that depends solely on you,” he countered.
“Don’t worry, we still have one week to go. We will put everything in place before you arrive.”
“I trust you. Thanks dear.”
“Don’t thank me yet, you can thank me later.”
“If you say so,” he said smiling.
“I’ll call Mr Paul,” I said yawning.
“You are feeling sleepy already. Let’s sing you to sleep.”
“You want to sing me a song?” I asked.
“I have a good voice, you know!”
“I’ll be the judge on that.”
“Can I sing now?”
“Yes, I think I would love that. Go ahead, let’s hear you sing.”
“I’m only one call her away,
I’ll be there to save the day.
Superman got nothing on me,
I’m only one call away…”
I joined him to sing.
“So when you’re weak, I‟ll be strong
I’m only one call away…”
I dropped my tablet on my laps and gave him a round of applause.
“Your voice is so sweet.”
“That was a nice cover of Charlie Puth's song,” I said
“Thanks. I can sing for you everyday if you want.”
“I won’t mind,” I said jokingly.
“Let me release you so you can sleep.”
“Bye, sweet dreams.”
I place my phone against the wall on top of my bed, with my face opposite the screen.
“Won’t you end the call?” I asked when I noticed he was still on the screen.
“Go ahead and sleep. I want to watch you sleep.”
“I won’t be comfortable with that. In fact, I won’t be able to sleep if I know that I’m been watched.”
“That’s not fair.”
“You know what? I’ll help you, bye…” I said and disconnected the call.
“This guy is so sweet.”
I’m pretty much sure I slept with a smile on my face.
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