P for Perfect

Chapter 42- Osas

Crazy tings are happening– Tems

   Tiwa and I get down from the Jeep first, our mini suitcases trailing behind us. The hotel looms over us as we step in, a crew of attendants rushing towards us.

"Welcome Mr and Mrs. Jude," one of the attendants say to mummy. They quietly take our luggage from us and walk ahead of us.

"You said they booked the entire hotel right?" Tiwa whispers into my ear. The moment we enter the hotel our bodies shiver in unison.

"Apparently, John Wick is quite rich," I reply.

"John Wick?"

"That's my secret nickname for him, don't say it in front of him though," I warn. The attendants go straight into the elevator and I'm about to follow when Tiwa drags my hand in a totally different direction.

"Where are we going to?" I hiss.

"We're going to explore," she answers.  We enter a totally different suite and the hairs on my neck go stiff.

"This is a big hotel, we should just go back."

"Are you going to let attendants rule over you now?" She hisses.

"They were taking us to our rooms," I hiss back.

"Nevertheless," she flips her braids dramatically. We come right out of the suite through another door and into a dining area.

"We're going to get lost," I snap.

"We'll text Winnie. Where is she anyways?" She wonders aloud.

"Probably getting ready for the family dinner? We should be doing the same–" the words dry up on my tongue as my eyes fall on the group of men ahead of us. Tiwa has killed me. We both stop immediately and turn to each other.

"We should get out of here right?" She mouths to me.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," I mouth back. We nod simultaneously and start turning around but our luck has run out.

"Who's there?" A voice calls, forcing us to stop in our tracks. Tiwa and I turn back around slowly to face the men. The one standing right in front of the group looks around 25 to 30, with dark brown skin. I wonder if his name is Segun.

"Um...good evening, I'm Tiwa and this is Osas," Tiwa stutters. Huh, not so tough ey?

"Osas?" Another man pushes his way through the crowd. He's taller than the first with a high fade on his head. He looks down at me with such softness I'm about to run the hell out of here.

"Guys this is Winnie's sister, right? You both are her sisters," he tries to clarify.

"Yes. Yes we are," Tiwa nods. Wait. Is this–

"John Wick?" I clasp my hands over my lips immediately the name comes out. Next to me Tiwa stifles a laugh.

"Excuse me?" He tilts his head, very confused.

"Sorry. I meant Mr. John– I mean Uncle– no that's creepy, Brother John. I meant brother John," I decide, looking squarely at him. Thankfully, both John and his crew find my stuttering hilarious as they both chuckle.