Love In The Middle Of Abuja By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu

Chapter Thirty-One

Meanwhile, at Obinna Villa, Obinna sat cross-legged on a plush grey Persian rug spread across the polished marble floor, a game controller in his hands. Erimma leaned against one of the white sofas, gripping her own controller tightly. On the large flat-screen TV in front of them, colourful Mario Kart characters sped down winding tracks, throwing bananas and shells at one another.

‘Daddy, I’m winning! You can’t catch me!’ Erimma squealed, her little fingers tapping the buttons with fierce determination.

Obinna pretended to be serious, tilting his controller as if it would help him steer. ‘Oh, I’m trying to catch up,’ he teased, his character bumping into hers on the screen.

Erimma stuck her tongue out, laughing. ‘No way, Daddy. I’m faster than you!’

He chuckled, shaking his head. ‘You’re just too good at this. I can’t keep up!’

A moment later, Erimma’s kart zoomed across the finish line. She jumped up from the sofa with a triumphant squeal, her laughter echoing through the airy room bathed in warm light.

Obinna leaned back, the controller resting on the rug, and watched his daughter’s face glow with joy. His heart softened at the sight. This, right here, was happiness.

‘Daddy,’ she said suddenly, her eyes wide with excitement. ‘Do you think I can teach Miss Uremma to play like this?’

Obinna chuckled, his voice gentle. ‘No need for that.’

Erimma pouted for a second, then brightened. ‘That’s okay. We can all have a big game day together instead!’

She’s a busy doctor… Obinna thought, though he never intended to invite Uremma into his home.

Still, as he sat there surrounded by the gleam of white sofas and the quiet luxury of the villa, Obinna felt his smile linger. The simple joy of the evening settled warmly in his chest, more precious than anything else money could buy.

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