The Sugar Mum - Episode 4

 

After I had spent two weeks on the job, madam said she would be travelling to Abuja on business and I was to accompany her. She said it could be for two or three days. I told Enny about it and she revisited her reservations.

   'So, you and madam alone in Abuja, eh?'

  'Come on, my dear. There is no one but you.' I had to say some other sweet and assuring words before I could rest-assure her.

  We went by the late afternoon flight to Abuja, and we travelled by first class cabin . While on the flight, we sat side by side. Madam brought a small Bible and read. I could see that she read from the book of Psalms. It was obvious she had some phobia.

   Madam said she preferred to rest for hours after the flight before seeing people officially the following morning. From the Nnamdi Azikiwe airport, we chartered a cab to a five-star hotel. Under instruction from madam, I had earlier called the hotel to book for a suite. We checked into the hotel suite, the porter helping with madam's valise. It was a very comfortable suite. I must confess this was the first time I would be lodging in a five-star hotel in my life.

 After the porter had left and after madam had settled down, I took my small bag.

   'I want to go downstairs, ma'am, to book a room.'

   'For who?'

   'For myself, ma'am.'

   She smiled. 'This suite has a lounging-room, a large bedroom, another small bedroom and two bathrooms, en-suite

All episodes of this story can be found here >> https://www.ebonystory.com/story/the-sugar-mum

. You can take the other bedroom and there's no need for renting a room again.'

   I was thinking very fast. That meant I would be sleeping not far away from madam.

   'Relax, Alex,' she went on.  'Go and drop your bag in the other room. This place will conveniently contain us.'

   'Yes, ma'am.'

   'There's another thing, Alex. You've not been properly addressing me.'

   I looked surprised.

   'Yes. The ''madam'' stuff is okay in the official setting, not in a private place like this.'

   I nodded. 'Yes, ma'am.'

   'So, drop the ma'am. Call me mummy.'

   I could not help the smile that came on my face.

   'Yes, ma'am,  I mean, mummy.' 

   She smiled. 'That's my boy.'

   Her saying that made me feel so small, but then, I had no choice than to accept her nomenclature. There was a rap at the door. I went to see who it was. The room service had brought the dishes madam ordered for.

   I opened the door wide for the food trolley to be wheeled inside. The hotel staffer soon left us. Madam went on to change into a bumper shot and t-shirt. She even looked much younger now. Her bare torso and legs were smooth and free from slabs of fat. One very commendable thing about her was that she had managed to look trim, despite all the affluence around her. She must really be keeping a disciplined diet.

   I set the food tray on the table by the sofa. She had ordered for pounded yam and egusi soup grilled with snail and fried turkey.

   She washed her hands in the washing bowl provided.

   'O ya, come and sit down. Let's eat.'

   'Thank you mummy. I'm not hungry for now.'

    She looked at me curiously. 'You don't expect that I alone will eat all these, do you?'

    'I will eat later. It's just that with the snacks I took aboard, I'm not hungry for now.'

    She nodded. 'Okay.' 

    When the air hostess was serving the passengers, madam had declined to be served. I had gladly taken the sausage beef.

    While she ate, I sat on another sofa. 

    I made my attention be focused on the flat screen in the room The cabled news channel was beaming a breaking international news.

   Madam used the table knife to cut off part of the pounded yam and put it in a separate plate. She also used spoon to scoop some soup in another plate. She told me that was my portion. In between, her phones were ringing and I was the one receiving the calls on her behalf. Madam was not only wealthy but connected. Her callers included the movers and shakers of the society.

   After she had finished eating, we planned for our intinary for the following day. First, she had an appointment to see the Minister of State for Petroleum. After, she would be seeing the Perm. Sec.

Read " The Sweet Taboo " by the same author ( LoveToRead )

. in the same Ministry. The day after that day, she would be meeting some business partners and managers. So, she had a busy schedule.

We chatted on other matters thereafter. She did most of the talking, revealing some of her private matters. I was the good listener that was making the appropriate interjections and responses.

   About seven p.m, she asked if I could help her to massage her feet. I answered in the affirmative. She went to her bag and brought a lotion.

   'I usually use this lotion to massage the legs.'

   'No, problem, mummy.' I collected the lotion from her. She placed her legs on the sofa while I sat next to her feet. I had helped Enny to massage her thighs and back in the past, so, I was not strange to doing this kind of thing. I rubbed the lotion on my palms and ran my hands over her legs. She closed her eyes and I imagined what was going on in her mind.