Chapter 167: Mr Bright

"Dad is back. That is definitely the sound of his car." 

So she said and she quickly went for that key which she took from where she had kept earlier, she kept it on the top of their water dispenser. Immediately she took the key, she ran outside looking so excited. 

After she had opened the gate the man drove in and parked his car under the canopy where appeared to look like the place he usually packed the car. After packing he walked in to meet the three of us, we all greeted him as Cynthia went to one of the rooms in the house with her father's bag.

"My dear, I heard of what happened, hope no harm came to you guys, sorry my dear. And what did they take? Hope you people don't leave money in the house."

Cynthia's father asked.

"Sir we are all good I, were not at home when it happened and they did not take anything, and yea I had a little money in the house, but they never touched it, it was not like it was hidden, they just didn't come for money or anything. They alone know what they came for, and God will punish them all."

Mom responded

Ok, make yourself comfortable ok, feel at home. Well, let me go and wash up."

Cynthia's father said. Cynthia's father was very handsome, Cynthia took most of his facial features, his name was Mr. Bright, though Cynthia tries to portray him as a very harsh person, but he doesn't really to be that harsh, I felt like her mom will be harsher. He was a man of few words, he hardly speak unless when necessary. 

He walked inside with Cynthia who kept on following him around like flies after putrid substance. The man wore a very nice black plain trousers and a blue t-shirt, he looked like a banker. That night, aunty Paula and Cynthia served us semovita and melon soup. I will love to say that I truly liked it, they really know how to use their kitchen, though mom's own is more delicious, their's is still very delicious. It was just a few minutes past eight when we were called to the dining room, before then they had shown us to our room, that is, where we were to spend the night. The Brights has two extra rooms they furnished for guests, that was where we were asked to stay, my room was next to mom's we shared a wall. Well, the room was furnished in a way that you could think it was the master's room, I really love the room, it just needed a little more touches for it to be like mine.

Now, Cynthia first knocked at mom's door to tell her about the food which had been served before she came to my door. She knocked softly, I already knew she was the one, I felt her pulse, her heartbeat was racing bad I even heard her thoughts, she wanted to come inside but she do not want anyone to see her come into my room, when I noticed her soft knock, I hurriedly went to the door and opened slightly, then I dragged her inside and closed the door back. Now she was breathing so fast, her breathe was racing so fast that she could not catch them, I almost felt like she was gasping for air, listening to her thoughts all I could hear was her proclamation of love to me, she kept on repeating "I love you Damian" in her mind with her eyes buried in my lips, I even caught her licking her plumply, juice, succulent rose petal-like lips, this was when I realized that all she needed at the moment was a kiss. Though I knew why she came, she came to let me know about the food, but she was in need of a kiss. It was really nice to know that the woman you love loves you the exact same way that you love her too. Sometimes I wonder why she could love me the way that she did, yeah, I know that I am a handsome lad, a lady's man, but my Cynthia's love for me was deeper than what I have ever come near with any other lady. Now I walked closer to her, with my eyes buried to her eyes. If there is one thing that I have learned about ladies from my tender age, then it will be to keep eye contact at all times, I don't know how, but I knew that it really get them drooling over me.