Amina placed her head on Saheed’s laps.
She was about to drift off when she heard Saheed’s voice.
“What am I getting this Val?”
Amina raised her head immediately and sat up in the chair. Saheed reduced the volume of the TV set, awaiting her reply.
“I don’t know,” Amina folded her arms and rested her head on the chair so she can look at the ceiling.
“Do you love me?”
Amina turned to him and smiled.
“You know I love you, Saheed. I do with all my heart. But each time you talk about me getting you gifts, it gets on my nerves. Don’t I call you from time to time? Have I ever burdened you with my financial needs? Do I make you feel less than a man? I know I should get you gifts but each time you mention it, it seems I am not doing enough. It looks as though an essential part of this relationship is removed because you buy me gifts and I don’t.”
“It’s okay, don’t let’s stress it, okay? I love you and you love me that’s all that truly matters.”
Amina had already planned to get Saheed the lovely shoes she saw at an online store. She had imagined how his feet would look in them.
Valentine’s Day came and Saheed tired from the day’s work enters the restaurant he promised to meet Amina.
She was there looking beautiful and he tired and worn.
“Darling, I’m so sorry I’m late. The traffic was hetic and…”
Amina put a long manicured finger to his lips. “Ssshh… Thanks for coming.”
Saheed fell silent. He noticed it now, Amina had a twinkle in her eyes.
What is it now? Mischievous woman?
“Close your eyes.”
Here it comes.
Saheed shut his eyes,he could hear rustling of paper and nylon.
“Open your eyes.”
“Louis Vuitton? Wow! These shoes are lovely but you are very sweet. Thank you. How did you even find out my shoe size?”
Amina smiled and those dimples came to life.
“Oh yeah? A woman has her sources.”
Amina stretched her hands at him.
“Where’s my gift?”
“Let’s eat first. Your gift next.”
After a sumptuous dinner, Saheed held her hands.
“Baby, I bought something little. Nothing dramatic like I use to buy. I hope you like it.”
“Okay, out with it.”
Saheed opened his backpack and brought out a Val card.
Amina was shocked.
Saheed had bought her many gifts in the past one year but he had never gotten her a card.
She opened it. Read it and her eyes were misty.
Saheed was worried.
“You don’t like it?”
Amina read it out.
” ‘You make my day shine brighter. Thank you for painting my town red every day. Happy Valentine’s Day!’
I love you.
“This is the best thing I’ve read in a long while. Thank you Saheed.”
Saheed smiled. As he led her out of the restaurant into the cool Lagos evening bursting with street lights and motor lights, he knew this love had come to stay. He needed to get that ring and propose to this woman who is moved by little things.
He was sure he had found the one. True love has always been here but he had been doubting because she was not playing the script he had in his head.
©Booky Glover, 2020