Make it Work

Me and you 1

It is a Saturday today, 3 AM in the morning. Did not sleep all night looking at her in my arms, I slowly push her off me so that I can wake up and prepare for the day before she wakes up. What a night, hope today it will be better, I will sleep only after I have cleared up everything that is for sure. Heard straight for the kitchen to prepare something for her. Clean the house too, I have always wanted to do all this ever since I was in my teens but back then I did not date it was all wishful thinking but now she is here and I can make her breakfast in bed. But the pressure to make it perfect is too much on me, self-exerted. Maybe a simple one will do for today; I take some eggs and place them on the kitchen counter. Before I prepare the breakfast and either way it is way too early, I start cleaning the house, finish at 4:45 AM. Head straight to the bathroom and shower for 30 minutes. Change my clothing and head straight to the kitchen. I hold the eggs I left on the kitchen counter with temporary amnesia hits me as I handle the eggs in my hands staring at them.

“I put these eggs here, what was I to use them for?”

“Was I about to bake? No, the time frame no longer permits me to bake, let me think of something nice fast now.”

Lucky, my mom gave me cooking lessons growing up, I did not like them but they should come in handy now. A fine young man I have evolved to be, thanks to my mother, I am grateful. Some sausages in front of me, damn lucky they are ‘Kielbasa’ my favourite sausage let me speed up because she is about to wake up now. So, I take three from the package and promptly place the eggs and sausages in different pans and get some juices as they fry in the pan. Genuinely innocent smile as I cook breakfast for my sleeping beautiful wife after a twisted night. The atmosphere today filled with light and love. Initiate myself to sing one step at a time by Jordin Sparks, an old classic one of my favourites, it always keeps me going especially when I am in my way to get some good juice from the refrigerator. And as soon as I get it, I turn to go and take the plate and a glass for the juice which I took from the refrigerator. Nicely arrange the eggs and sausages in the plate, pour in some juice into the glass. Grab the juice and the sausage pack and heard for the refrigerator and grab two slices of bread while at it and place them besides the eggs and sausages in the plate and heard straight out of the kitchen for the bedroom no longer singing so that she will not wake up before I surprise her with this. Now at the door holding the two in my hands. And suddenly it hits me.

“Damn, wonder why I did not take a tray and place them in it, would have made things simple, but it is not too late, let me go back and place them in a tray and come back quickly.”

I turn to leave slowly taking my time so that I will not make a sound and wake her up from her slumber.

“Mike!” I hear her voice calling.

I freeze there on the spot, listening, to clarify if she has woken up and damn, that would mean my surprise is ruined already.

“Mike, I know you are at the door, dear, please come in for a second, then you can return to what you are doing, please.”

At the moment I know I have no choice, I just have to go through with it, whatever comes, comes. Utilise my chin to open the door and enter the room looking down.

“Ohh, wow, is that for me?” she says with a surprised look on her face.

My mood is a bit foul at the moment so I just stay silent and force a smile out. But I have to work with what I got. At least she is seemingly surprised and looks like she is delighted by this. That is a point to my efforts to make her happy but for me more. She sits up on the bed and spreads out her arms contorting her face to make out a kitty face to entice me, but I will not lie just seeing this make my heart, mind and soul ecstatic while handling over the plate and the glass of orange juice to her. Sit in front of her so I watch her as she eats the food. I forgot take the fork and knife, hitting hard that if I ever become a chef, I would be terrible at this.

“Hmmm, this is good, I thought you were all talk when you were telling me that you can play with the food and pots in a musical way.” she says while chewing the food in her mouth with her eyes closed.

Me, I just smile and watch her as she eats and what is more hilarious is, she is not even trying to be fancy as she eats. She stops chewing with food in her mouth,

“I hope, you are not thinking of jumping in and joining on this crusade because I am a solo adventurer on this one.” conveys with food in her mouth.

“No, no, no, it is all for you love, I will eat something with you again later on when you wake up.” I quickly clear up the air on me joining her.

Contorting her face in a funny way she says in a soft voice, “Your face says otherwise and what do you mean wake up?”

“When You get out of bed and go downstairs to the kitchen with me.” State while pointing at the door.

Her face cheering up again she replies, “Ohh okay, but your mom did a great job raising you, how come you never cooked for me when you were still campaigning to be my knight in shining armour?”

“Even politicians reveal their true colours after they have won, at least mine are not bad.” vocalizing with much confidence after a first morning success with my wife.

“There you go prigging again. And speaking of prigs, every Sunday we hit church now. You know since I proved to you that I am the one for you and all and got you to put this ring on me and say I do to me.” Vimbai asserts to me.

Grab my chin and raise my right eyebrow and say, “You do not sound like a Christian though.”

She laughs, “Really? So, what is a Christian supposed to sound like according to you?”

“I do not know, like Jesus kind of talk, innocent, gullible, I have no idea how they are supposed to speak.” murmured in a low voice

She laughs and coughs, “So why do you speak like you know how they are supposed to sound like, when you are clueless?”

Not wanting to escalate the church discussions any further I quickly pointed out, “Let us not take this discussing any further really, I will discover we attend the church services.”

“Hmmm, okay. I am really feeling this breakfast in bed. I am lucky.” she complimented.

“That is great, round up and bath and come downstairs we need to leave as soon as possible.” I asserted.

“There are house chores to be done, we do not have a maid yet, remember?” Vimbai answered.

“I already did everything early in the morning.” I disclosed to her.

“Really? Did you get any sleep at all?” shows her concern.

“Do not worry about that, I am fine.”

Stretch forward, kiss her on the forehead and smile but her face seemingly worried about me but that will have to wait. First, I need to get her checked at hospital but the way she is looking at me right is making me nervous, you can never tell what these women be thinking, I have always been told Right now I know she is concerned or in a foul mood because of that sleep thing. Even though I am fine and I have told her that, I doubt she believes it.

She has finished eating, I take the plates from her and turn to leave the room. But I can feel that stare from behind but I am going to keep moving forward.

“Where are we going?”

“To get you checked up at the hospital. And before you say anything else, this is not up for discussion. You should begin preparations for our departure.” asserting my decision.

“Okay, let me get out of bed and do so.” she agreed as leaves the bed to and prepare.

“Thank you! I will be waiting downstairs.”

Good, she did not actually try to refute my words, the good wife indeed. But I need to change too before we leave so, I will have to be quick preparing the actual breakfast. I am starving now, will have to cook something nice for the both of us so that we leave in good spirits. This time, going down to the kitchen with some entertainment would be a great idea. Preferably, I would take my headphones or earphones but I am no longer alone in this big house, so I will grab the Bluetooth speaker to go. I grab the Bluetooth speaker and my phone and head straight to the kitchen. Bumping to that Trey Songz song ‘1x1’ dancing headed downstairs I know I have not yet done a lot but I am feeling that there is going to be a lot of good ahead for us singing along. Finally, at the food sanctum, the holy place of good will towards the stomach desires. Place my phone and the Bluetooth speaker besides it after switching the song to ‘Picture Perfect’ by Trey Songz, damn, one of my favourite artists. Dance as I pick out the food samples to cook the main breakfast and I know at this moment I am all alone with Vimbai preparing. So, I am making a fool of myself to myself and will not feel silly about it after anyway. Grab a strawberry pack, head to the kitchen counter and grab two bowls dancing to the music sliding myself to the table place them on the table. Slow dance on my way to the refrigerator enjoying myself. Take a bottle of milk and grab two glasses still dancing to the tunes playing as I place them on the table beside the bowls and the milk beside the strawberries.

I do not know if this is the perfect breakfast or what but nothing matters except the good atmosphere circulating around me right now listening to an old classic love song by Mario ‘Let me love you’. Good vibes for a good day, a great morning indeed. It has been forty minutes already and she has not come down, so I guess it is true what I heard, women do take a lot of time preparing themselves and God I hope she does not wear a lot of make-up. Let me stop my music for a second so that I can go and check if she is alright up there. Maybe I will disturb her concentration, the one they give to mirrors when they beautify themselves. Instinctively pause my music, turn to face to the door to exit the kitchen and come face to face with her wearing a loose beautiful blue dress with blue heels. Freeze on the spot scanning her body from head to toe repeatedly. I should have paid more attention to those movies where they compare a woman to being God sent or angel, whatever it was seems to have been true.

“Why are you looking at me like this is the first time you have seen me?” enquires blushing.

At this moment replying to her question is not even crossing my mind. All I want to do right now is just watch her, my number one lady. That skin looks soft, fascinated by my thoughts and all this time I have been with her they still have not changed. It feels like a spellbind, I feel like a slave only meant to serve her, my goddess.

Screamed at me while I stare at her, “Michael Zimuto, you are now freaking me out, you seem to be drooling over me right now like a high school kid.”

All my life I have lived in the imaginary world, always made me happier than the real world but I have a wife now, things should change and I should live more in the real world.

“Are you okay? I thought by this time you will have made breakfast and served it already. But all I am seeing here are bowls and glasses.” breathes out loud.

Remembering that I was preparing some breakfast I exclaim, “Ohhh breakfast, it is ready to go love, take a sit as I get the last ingredient please.”

She says, “Okay”

Get some whipped cream from the refrigerator, take my time returning to the table smiling like a baby.

Asks me, “What are you being all smiley about?”

I reply, “You!”

Continue to speak, “Let me put the whipped cream inside the bowls.”

Staggered by what she is seeing, “Wow, so this is breakfast? Is this how you live? Like every day fruits and fancy foods?”

“Well, I am rich after all and even when I lived with my parents in the ghetto, we never really were that bad so life was not that hard for us here in Masvingo.” I try to justify myself.

“Ohh okay, but wow breakfast is wow.” she continues to make a big deal out of the breakfast.

I point the direction where the food supplies are, “If you desire something else you can go checkout for better alternatives.”

“No, this is actually nice, I am just surprised, you never really invited me to your home when we were dating. Only at your mothers’ house. So, I did not know this is how you live.” Vimbai states her lack of knowledge on my lifestyle.

“If there is no issue, let us eat then!”

Finish up putting in the whipped cream, open up the package with strawberries and put them inside the bowls and pour milk in the glasses. Pick up a glass and bowl place them in front of her, grab her chin with my fingers and pecked her on the lips softly and she chuckles softly and take a sit.

“So how do I eat this now? I use my hands? Or A spoon but I do not see any?” she enquires sarcastically.

“Sorry, I got over excited again, allow me to take the utensils to be used on this morning feast.” Rush to the kitchen counter drawers to get the spoons and knives.

“Now these are the perfect utensils for this meal” declared with a smile on my face handing her, her own to use.

“Perfect, but do we use the knife to cut the cream?” Twist her facial expression in a funny way but still looking serious.

(Noticing how serious her face look saying this)

Point into her plate, “No, it is for just in case you want to cut your strawberries into the cream and eat.”

“Ohh the strawberries go into the cream too? Wow!” her face lightens up and she continues screwing with me.

“Umm really, but I already put them inside.” I continue to play along with her.

(She laughs at me)

“I am just screwing with you, honey. Let us eat so we can depart and head straight to the hospital.”

(In a low voice)

“But you have not done that yet.”

“What was that again?” she stares at me and asks me in a fierce tone.

“Nothing, nothing, let us just eat our breakfast.”

Luck is simply a word used when you succeed on an unexpected chance, but not for me as I stare at my wife as she eats her breakfast. She looks happy and beautiful and a happy woman is always beautiful. Just being over my head with this but this is an amazing scene and it is not yet getting old; it is different from when we were dating and she was being all fancy and fake. Even I admit that was mood daunting but this is something to see.

She opens her mouth with food in it to speak, “I got to admit, this is good, I am really feeling this dear.”

“Can you speak without all that food in your mouth? That is just disgusting.” Raise my voice a bit showing disgust.

She laughs looking at me and does not reply to me. At this moment it hits me that we need to make plans to depart for our honeymoon soon after all this is done but it will have to wait, I will discuss with her as soon as we are done. Look down on my plate and still I have not made any insignificant changes in my plate switching my glance to her plate it is almost up.

“Are you going to finish that?” she passionately stares at my plate.

Push the plate over to her, “No, not really.”

“Good, pass it over, I need some more of this, this good!” she quickly takes the plate and digs into it.

“Okay.” I lock my fingers together and watch her as she eats.

Wondering, how can she want so much? Ever since I met her, I have never seen her devour so much food. As before I will have to admit, I love a woman who can eat. She is amazing, God answered my will even though I did not pray for anything my entire life.

“Let me go and change as you finish up eating love, I will not be long.”

Up down, her eyes go twice scanning my body, “You are dressed well, why do you want to change?”

I pause for some time because this is supposed to be a me and her time, “I am thinking of dropping by the office after we get you checked up.” I decide to tell her my today plan.

“Ohh, okay. But will you be there for that long though?” she continues to ask.

“No, not really, it will only be for a second.” Responded looking at her curious to hear her next words to me but I am pretty sure she will tell me not to.

“Then there is no need for you to change, let us just go now, will tidy up everything when we return, let me put this in the fridge to go.” She says preparing to depart immediately.

“Okay.” I remain there staring at her.

There she goes getting up from the chair grabbing her bowl and her body on time tight, on point, could not have asked for a better woman. The way it is moving is spellbinding, enticing, mesmerizing whatever word you choose to use would be accurate only if it helps bring out the description of how it makes me feel. The bottom line is I love this woman with all of me. I will do all I can to make sure she is happy and well no matter, that is a promise I made to myself when I won her over and I will make sure to do so. It is not going to be easy and we are going to have rough times but I will do my best, like my mother always told me growing up, ‘Happy wife, happy home her smile, her laugh define the mood of the day’ if my mother took her time to utter such wisdom to me it means it is worth it right?