Daud said "he thought it would be so cruel for a gentleman to drive by a human being like him without willing to help". "I don’t want you to see or think of me as a smooth operator" said Daud. Aliyah removed her sunglass to have a clearer view of him. (She squeezed up her eyes trying to prevent the rays of light into her eyes). "I stopped for just a reason and nothing more than to assist", Daud said . Moreover I’m a married man, Daud showed her his finger.
Aliyah tried to give a glimpse; it was convincing so she couldn’t deny that. "There're a lot of married men that are still philanderers" said Aliyah. She didn't want to give in easily and totally. Though Daud's act and words dropped her shield and she surrendered to listen up partially. "I’m heading towards Abeokuta”, said Daud. If that’s your way it would be my pleasure to give you a ride.
Aliyah had no choice than to dance to the tune of partial sincerity. "I’m also going to “Abeokuta”, she said. Okay, you are welcome. He bowed down with his two hands entangled at his back. "It's an honor to have a paragon on board". Daud told her. It seemed somehow to her, Daud should be in his late thirties or early forties. Aliyah thought to herself. Aliyah’s in her mid-twenties. As a married man I wouldn’t be happy to see my wife in this kind of situation. Daud coaxed her again with an austerity.
Aliyah walked with a little reflection of reluctance towards the car despite his persuasion. But he left his intention transparent to her. She opened the passenger’s door and hopped in. Daud’s already in the car. His fingers were on the car keys; waiting for her to come on in. He fastened his seat belt, without hesitation she pulled hers too. The belt passed in between and squeezed her bust out a bit leaving it appealing, she looked at Daud's eyes maybe she could read his mind. But he just gave a glance to see the belt was properly strapped or maybe an excuse to look that way. (If you're in that position don't look the second time).
The pedant of her necklace was tucked down in between her cleavage. The aroma of Aliyah's perfume took over the aura of the car. Daud turned on the engine and revved away. There was a prolong silence in the car for like ten minutes.
He broke in by introducing himself. I’m “Daud, married to my dream woman and blessed with two beautiful girls. This kind of chaste conversation made Aliyah feel more tranquilized with him. That’s lovely, she replied. My name’s Aliyah, single but allured in a serious relationship. That’s just the only thing she said with a light smile. (She doesn’t want to talk too much in other not to lose her guard).
Some married men are philanderer only that they’ve their different styles, she thought. Daud’s face was glued to the road as he drove.
He kept quiet for some time to figure out a succinct conversation that would last longer. He finally thought of the scene that happened outside the restaurant. I thought you’re with that man in Agbada, said Daud. Where you trailing me? Aliyah broke in with curiously. "Not really, I was the one who sat beside you at “stomach palace”. When I was coming out I saw you two talking". Said Daud.
Don’t mind him he’s only trying to flirt with me, he's an adulterer. I can see it all over his face even from his words is obvious. He’s a capricious man, said Aliyah. She adjusted her sunglasses very well.
That’s how some men destroy their marriages with immoral acts. Daud has tried to distinguished himself from that kind of ugly act. But yet she doesn’t want to disdain Daud’s intent.
It’s just remaining about twenty-five minutes drive to their destination. He turned on the car stereo for some music, in other not to irk her with much conversation.
“King Sunny Ade’s” music was in the air, she tilts her head to and fro to the rhythm of the song. To his utmost surprise, she even pantomimed it. (Finally Aliyah has lost her armament).
"It looks like you’re enjoying the music", said Daud. I love his music, my dad used to play his song since I was a teenager. Aliyah replied ebulliently. "There’s a nephew of mine I would like you to meet, he can pantomime most of his tracks. He likes “King Sunny Ade” more than any musician" said Daud. Really? She asked unmindfully.
It’s seven minutes gone pass the hour of six, when they arrived at “Abeokuta”. Daud exhaled heavily and lowered the volume of the music. (A sigh of relieve for journey mercy). "Thank God for the journey mercy", Daud said. Glory to his only name, she contributed to the exaltation.
He pulled over at the first bus-stop; Aliyah unfastened the seat belt to alight from the car. "Thank you very much for the ride I really appreciate it", said Aliyah.
She longed for her hand bag with the left hand and she opened the door with the other at the same time. "But before you go can I make a simple request from you?" Daud asked her. She wished, he wouldn't ruin the nice time they just had with his request.
Okay I’m listening, Aliyah stood outside the car while she leaned on the door as Daud talked to her. Aliyah posture slid her shirt which brought to light her upper bosom and decoying look. (He swallowed a large volume of saliva in his mouth that gave a gulp sign through his Adam’s apple). "I hope she’s not trying to bait me", he muttered to himself. Aliyah hid her starry eyes behind the sun shade. After the first glance, he never looked again. He was looking at the windshield as he talked to her. "Please can I be a brother from another mother to you?" Aliyah sniggered; no offense sir, is just that is peculiar to me, no one has ever made this demand from me. It would be hard for me to say no, she said with a winsome smile. (All her three other siblings are girls but she didn't want to let him know too much for now). Her immaculate set of teeth is astounding with her luscious lips. (Those are just more than enough to solicit for a kiss before you leave).
"Thank you for accepting me", said Daud. You are welcome sir, she replied.
What a good caring brother does is to make sure his sister gets home safely. Daud said jocularly. Common on in, let me give you a ride to your door step. Aliyah’s began to see more of his austerity. She opened the door and felt at home in the seat. I even barely know my sister, he asked with style. Please don’t say I’m too inquisitive. "I’m just glad to have a cherubic as a sister", Daud said facetiously
