City of Love (10)
By Emmeline Bisiikwa, Uganda
The next time SK took me out, he suggested a new restaurant that I had never been to. On reaching there, we sat and chatted while we waited for a waiter to come take our order. While we were chatting and holding hands, he leaned in and whispered,
Do you know why I wanted us to meet here?
No idea. Should I be worried?
Well, this is my dad’s place.
I was worried when he said this. I was nowhere near ready to meet his parents and I didn’t know he was that serious.
Just then, an older gentleman and lady walked up to our table.
Hello you must be Vicky. We have heard so much about you.
I stood and shook hands with them while I smiled. I was a mess wondering if I looked ok, what they thought of me and if they approved.
We sat and the waiter finally came to take our orders. We chatted about my work, how SK and I met and what my plans were for the next few years. SK kept squeezing my hand under the table and smiling at me.
Eventually, they left us alone and I turned to him.
Why didn’t you say anything?
It was a surprise babe. I really wanted them to meet you.
You could have warned me! Don’t blindside me again.
Relax babe, they loved you.
What did you tell them about me?
The truth. I told them I met someone special and I see a future with her. Wanted them to meet you and see for themselves how lovely you are.
He dropped me home and kissed me goodnight.
As I opened the door, he held my hand.
I have a surprise for you next week.
Really? What is it?
He leaned in and gave me a lingering kiss then let me get out of the car and into my house.