Dirty Affair With My Sister Chapter 18
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I must have been pretty tired, because I didn’t awake until 10am.
It was the day before Christmas, but I wasn’t very happy. I had pissed off my honey. I know she is my sister, but I can’t help the connection that I feel with her. I was going to go apologize to her right then and get things back on track.
I got up and went to Viv’s room. She wasn’t there, so I went down to the kitchen to get some cereal. Mom was the only one in the kitchen. She seemed to have a puzzled look on her face, “Segun, what happened between you and Vivian last night? She seemed to be pretty upset about something this morning.”
“Ah, Mom,” I answered “I was hoping she would be down here so that I
could apologize. We just had a disagreement. Where is she?”
“She left and went somewhere about an hour ago.” Mom scolded me, “You
just got home and you’re arguing with your little sister. You know how much she missed you while you were gone. She talks about you all the time to everyone.”
This made me feel terrible. It was really hitting home just how badly I had acted. “I’ll fix it Ma, I promise,” I told her with the utmost sincerity.
Mom continued, “You better. I don’t want you two ruining Christmas.”
So I sat down and ate my cereal and started thinking. How could I make it up to her? What could I do as a gesture of kindness to get things back on track?.
Maybe if I bought her something really nice, something that was sentimental and personal, then she would come around.
I had no idea what that would be. I knew that it couldn’t be something
totally over the top and something that others would question. I finished my breakfast, headed up stairs, took a shower, and got dressed. My mind was blank about what I would buy her. Getting into the car, I headed out to the
mall. Women always love stuff that you buy at the mall.
Once I got to the mall, The women in my family love that place. Something
instinctively led me to the cosmetic area.
After waiting patiently in line on the busy Christmas Eve, I talked to the lady at the counter.
I told her that I was looking for something in the # 2k naira range. I wanted something that would be sentimental and personal as a gift for an 18 year-old woman. She asked me to describe Vivian’s looks. I told her that she was medium in complexion and blonde She went over various combinations of items that would be in my price range.
I ended up buying this Estee Lauder kit that had lipsticks, eyeliner, blush, mascara; Foundation, etc. It came with the purchase of this wonderful smelling fragrance called Cashmere Mist. The lady said, “Your girlfriend is going to love this stuff. You’ll be getting some extra points for
this.”
She winked at me and packed my items in a nice gift bag. She even gave me
some samples of perfume for Viv to try. I left the store and visited a few more shops before heading home. I was still a bit anxious, but I thought that this would definitely patch things up.
When I arrived back at the house it was close to 2pm, I saw that Vivian’s car was there. I snuck into the house quietly and headed upstairs with my purchases. After I had put the merchandise away, I headed downstairs to find
Viv.
My stepmother asked where I had been. I told her that I needed to buy a few more gifts before the stores closed. I asked her where Vivian was.
“You going to go make up with her?” She asked sternly, “She’s down in
the basement getting things ready for tonight. You need to start getting ready too. Your grandparents will be here at 6:00 sharp.”
I slowly entered the basement and proceeded down the steps. I saw Vivian was wrapping some packages. I looked at her and she at me. She had a Angry expression on her face and I felt like a sad puppy dog looking at her.
“I’m still mad at you,” she volunteered.
“I know and I am truly sorry,” I responded. “I was totally wrong. There is no justification for the way I acted. I don’t know why I did it. I don’t want to make any meaningless excuses. I just want to tell you that I am sorry.”
TO Be Continued
