Failed fancy dinners and barefoot walks through parking lots

Chapter 46

We arrived in cape town for the match, yet I wasn't allowed at the venue, so I stayed at the hotel watching the match on the television.

Dramatic Jamal chose this venue because he had no life and enjoyed attention which was strange since he knew he was definitely going to lose.

"You're spilling the soup everywhere!" I yelled, grabbing the pot from him, "You should stay out of the kitchen."

"At your command," Jamal said joining Omar as they watched the reply of their match.

These two men, the hype was overrated.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend before me?"

"Jee, I had like 10," he said

"Wait what…so I'm number 11!"

"Your number 1," he said flicking my forehead, "and your not my girlfriend, you're my wife...I bet you've had plenty of guys before me though "

"Unfortunately no, I was always too creepy to guys so I hardly ever had a boyfriend...I did have a few suitors, though, like Jamal."

"Yes, stay away from him what if he starts liking you?"

"I'm a married woman," I replied, flicking his forehead.

"At least you know."

After touring around the city and attending some of their interviews, we booked our flights home.

***

'Omar'

I walked into the ring, looking towards the press. How did he enjoy so many people yelling out questions at him?

So many lights and noise...what was there to like about not having any privacy.

The bell rang, and he definitely wasn't playing...

He immediately came for me and kicked me in the chest making me lose my balance before rushing over to punch me. Now this time he was keen on winning, after making my way up, I countered. Since I had no intention of hurting him this time, all I did was strategically collect points, avoiding knockouts as well as knocking him out.

It would have been nice to have Elizah watch us have a decent fight for once.

The match ended with a silent crowd, "you wanted a fair match, and I gave you one…I won't be fighting you in the future," I said before firmly shaking his hand I made my way out. The crowd formed a circle around.

After the match I met with Elizah who was waiting near the hotel door. The match wasn't live yet so she had no idea about the results of it.

"Your sweaty jacket, "she said, tossing it into my face

"You're welcome…" I replied, a little annoyed "I have a meeting this afternoon ill see you later…"I said, turning away from her

"Why didn't you let him win this time?" she asked, holding onto my arm " You always protected his image?"

"I had to protect mine…the image I had in front of you, " I said, leaving after buttoning my shirt up.

I didn't care about the silly feud, nor did I bother trying to prove that I'm way better. What other people had to say or write about me didn't matter, it was Elizahs hope that made me realize that I'm doing this to make her see me as someone amazing, powerful and worthy.

After my interview, I left the area bumping into Zamin on my way, I tried walking past, but he held onto me

"How is she?" he asked me, looking into my eyes…I felt his pain

"She's okay…" I replied, picking up his racket for him.

"I'm glad, I came over to watch your match…you did well."

"Thanks, bro, I have to go…before I get followed again.

I said, handing him his racket before rushing to pick up the surprise I prepared for Elizah. I picked up the jewellery box, checking it before placing it into my pocket.

"I'm home!"I yelled at the door," we suppose to go out and celebrate, but you're wearing your pyjamas."

"We can celebrate over a movie and order room service; it's cold."

"Really Elizah… it's our last day in cape town. Get up."

"So unappreciative," she said as I dragged her out of bed. After an hour of waiting, I finally had my beautiful queen beside me.

She was gorgeous, and I preferred her in baggy clothing, though to me, that's when she was the most beautiful…it made me more comfortable around her…right now, I felt like I was seated beside someone else, choking on my anxiety...I always felt that she deserved way better.

After taking our seats, I passed over the box to her as she tried to eat decently.

"What's this?" she asked, opening the box her face lit up as I placed the ring onto her finger.

"Thank you for treating me so well!" she said, lowering her voice after getting a few stares, "next time can we just grab some burgers this place is way out of my league."

"Correction, it is you who is above this places league."

After hours of watching her struggle with her table manners and trying to be a lady, I tossed her sneakers at her, gently removing her heels.

"You don't have to go this far if it doesn't make you comfortable."

"I enjoy wearing heels it's just been a while…and sporty careers don't give you the chance to."

"There's always time for self-care."

"I love you, Omar…"

"I love you even more…Elizah."

Sometimes I pinched myself to check if I were dreaming…everything was way too perfect.

I felt extremely lucky to have had her become a part of my destiny. She has changed me and my world I can't wait for more warm evenings like these and plenty of failed fancy dinners as we both walked home barefoot. Elizah, Would it be wrong for me to want you in every other life? Would it be wrong for me always to want to grab your hand and place it on my chest so you can feel the rate of my heartbeat…all my sighs turn into smiles when you are around, and all those smiles turn into laughter whenever you stick by.

To me, this is perfection, to me, this meant much more than anything…owning this fraction of your heart, owning your memories…owning your scent, your smiles, and most importantly, sharing your happiness and struggles.

I never thought that I would be this happy one day.