Chapter 250: The Hall

The gateman directed us to where fake dad was, he actually was sitting outside, under an almost tree, the only tree that stood gallantly and well dressed at the left side of the house, just beside the big fence. We walked directly to him where he sat sipping his Five Alive orange juice. 

"Good afternoon sir." I greeted him and Cynthia greeted him as well.

"Good afternoon Cyndy, how are you doing my dear?"

He responded to her greetings and held me by the hand and dragged me down so he could tap me by the back. There was a device on the table when we got to him, the device was as small as a phone, he picked it up and clicked a bottom on one of the few buttons on it, as soon as he clicked It, a lady came running.

"Go and get me two plastic chairs and two glasses." He said to the lady who ran to him after he clicked the device. A few minutes later the lady came with the things, she kept the tee glasses on the table, then helped to set the chair, Cynthia tried to help her but she insisted on doing it by herself. 

"So, you are here to see the hall where the party will hold, right?" Fake dad asked. 

"Yes Dad." Like I said before, I was not allowed to call him fake dad, Dad is ok for him, and even Cynthia to whom I have always called him uncle understood.

"I know, but you all have to join me and finish this juice before we will have to go check on it." He said with a smile. Fake dad might not be the real dad, but he really looks like someone who wanted to be the best dad to me, and I think he might be trying too hard already. Giving us a place for a party in his house regardless of the mess we could make out of ut, the risk that might result out of it made me think that the little old man might be trying a little too much just to impress me.

Well, Cynthia and I turned some sine to our glass, we had it filled, the remaining small that was in the container, I turned it into fake dad's glass and he smiled when I did this.

So, after the juice, he stood up and dusted his but and said.

"Are you two quiet buddies coming with me or not?" He asked, it was quite funny, Cynthia and I sat calmly throughout the while we sat to drink juice. When he said this, I looked and Cynthia and she looked back at me and we both stood up in unison.

"The both of you are very ca and are also introverts, are you guys sure that you are a better match? I know what you guys have together that is why I am asking this, you, your mom, and I was the best couple in school, we were a perfect match, and this was because we best complete our characters. Your mom was a calm and reserved person and I was outgoing and an extrovert, that was why we were a perfect match, now and for you Cyndy, I have just known your dad for a few while, and I know that he is the perfection of your mother, the missing piece of calmness in her. Your mom was a very smart and outgoing person, in fact, she was a notorious talkative, she could start a quarrel for any reason, I knew that because she was and still Julie's best friend. But what I see between you too, hmm... You too are both too calm I guess." So he said as we walked. I turned and look led at Cynthia, in my mind I was like, "do you think that this little which is calm? Sir, you have to look again.' So I thought in my mind, even Cynthia gave me a little smile that could mean, 'do this man even know that he is talking about?'

"Sir, I don't know why you could think that Damian and I have anything related to being a couple, he is just my friend, and he is the son of my mom's best friend, it is not like we have any choice but to be friends."

"Hmm... You guys think you got all tracks covered right? I know you might find it difficult to believe, but we were your age once, hahaha, yes, I was had been a teenager for seven whole year's, yes, seven whole year's, from thirteen to Nineteen, honey, don't you think it's enough time to have to read and understand other teenagers? The man asked... I still looked at him with a smile, well, what can I say, the man was not wrong with his observation, let him keep it up, but we are so not ready to let them know about our shit, for now, let them keep on suspecting, I love it that way, a mare suspicion. So I also thought again. 

We walked through the back of the house, we never took the front side, this part of the house, we never explored it the last time that we came to this place.

"Wow! Damian, your uncle's house is very big, see how long we are walking and we are yet to get to where we were going to." So Cynthia said. Finally, we got in, through the backside but we were yet to get to the hall, we met some ladies who were actually seating and discussing before we came, when they saw us they quickly stood up and greeted us, bowing kike they saw a king, well, they were one of the workers of fake dad, but I do now know what they do in the house at the moment because I did not meet them the last time I came over. It was only later that I realized their duty, they were cleaners, and they were the ones that do the cleaning of the outside environment, they do have their room around that place. Their job was just to make sure that the whole environment was kept tidy, but they had nothing to do with the cleaning of the inside house. 

"Here is the hall, how do you see it? Is it big enough for you and your friends to have your teenage party?" He asked, I was like "for real? " the place was very large, it could contain tee classes and more, he called it a conference hall, but it looked like an event center, it was built to contain any kind of event.

"Sir, this is more than enough," Cynthia said.

"Really" re respond again.

Yeah, really sir, this place is awesome, now I came to him and hugged him, I just knew that the man deserved some hug from me. Cynthia also came and joined in the hug, and this actually made him happy. He loves the hugs, I think he might be the hugging type when he was younger.

"Ok, since we have all seen the place, you should follow me inside, let me give you the money I promised you, so you guys can start buying some things that you may need for tomorrow's party." So he said and we all joined him. Cynthia was so excited, she could not contain her excitement, she kept on holding and squeezing my hands, in my mind I was like, "what if I squeeze these little hands of yours, can you bear the pains?" Well, I understood that she was not squeezing it for me to feel the pain, but as a way to release some overloaded excitement from within her.

We walked out of the hall. Thank God, there was no link from the hall to the inside house even though they were of the same building, one has to fatally come out if he must go inside the house, but there will be no need for anyone to go inside the house. There were three toilets and bathrooms meant for the hall and its users alone. I sincerely love the way fake dad did the building of his house, you know how these boys from my school behave, they might sneak into the house if there was a means to, and steal some things and give me a bad name.

Cynthia even held my hand tighter when we got into the house, the designing and fashion in which the house was designed gave her some shock, she kept staring at me and nodding her head. Well, as for me, nothing was new here for me, I have seen it all, including the secret place, where fake dad never took us to that day, I was certain gat he never did because she was a stranger, the place was only supposed to be for the knowledge of family, and he expected me to understand that which I did.

"Wait for me dear, I will be back soon." So he said and he added up stares.

"Damian this man is a stinking billionaire, you know I used to think that he was just rich, but now I just realize that Mn y father never explains things better, he is not just rich honey, he is stinkingly rich. I am finding it difficult to understand why a man this wealthy could be this humble and nice." So she said.

"Hahaha... The man truly is a nice person. Come let me show you my room, I held her by the hand and dragged her with me and she sheepishly filled me. We met the chef on the way and I greeted her and she greeted me very quickly

"How is your mom?" She asked and I responded to her, telling her that she was fine and she left us and we got to the door of my room and u tried to open the door, I held the doorknob, bent it down to open but it never turned, I realized that it had been locked, I was really disappointed about that.

"The door seems to be locked, I think my uncle will be with the key." So I said with my facial expressing detailing my mood.

"Young sir, here is the key, your father asked me to keep them after you and your mom left."

So the chef said. Oh... Thank goodness, she came back with the key just when we had turned to go back. She actually left us after the greeting and rushed on to her place to get the key.

"Thank you very much ma." I greeted and she smiled and left. Immediately I used the key for the door and ut opened, we both entered, I entered first and she followed, she was really amazed at the paintings and declarations.

"You mean this is your own room?" She asked and I smiled and nodded at her.

"And this is your bed?" She asked pressing the bed with her hands and I also nodded and gave her a sweet smile that made her blush, she sat in the bed and lay her backbone on it and said.

"Hmm... It is very soft O, it will be nice for the soft work." So she said and laughed. Now I jumped at her and tried to kiss her and immediately she jumped up and pushed me off her.

"Do you think of another thing aside from sex?" She asked me. Her question came out a little too harsh, it made me feel embarrassed. I just stood up looking around like one thief that was just caught red-handed. 

"Come here honey... I am sorry for the way that came out, it wasn't how I meant it, I know you have been the best boyfriend ever, even though you are the only one I ever had, you are still the best, at least, since we started dating, we only had sex twice, if it was left for me, we would have had more, but we are not always chanced, none of us are independent, and I love the fact that you understand that." She said this to me while hugging me.