Page 6 of Loving Violet
Violet
"I missed your face, woman,"I say to Josy as we embrace each other tightly.
"I missed you too. I can’t believe that you are here. I have been impatiently waiting for you guys to arrive," Josy replies, her voice filled with excitement. She then turns to Adrian and pulls him into a hug as well.
"Bruh, you are gonna kill me. Don’t squeeze me too hard," Adrian protests playfully.
"Dude, Adrian! You are so grown. I can’t believe that you are almost as tall as me," Josy remarks, her tone lighthearted.
"Bruh, everyone is taller than you, you are tiny, Auntie Josy," Adrian teases, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips. Josy turns to me with raised eyebrows, a silent question in her eyes before redirecting her gaze back to Adrian.
"What’s up with this 'bruh' word? Is that a new thing now? Calling your elders 'bruh'?" Josy questions, her tone tinged with amusement and curiosity.
"I have been telling him to stop saying that word. It sounds so disrespectful," I explain, feeling a hint of exasperation at Adrian's choice of words.
“Mom, you know that I don’t wanna be disrespectful, that's just how I talk,” Adrian defends.
“Well, that’s not how I taught you to speak to adults,bruh. It’s okay if you do that with your friends, but don’t do it with anyone older than you. I’m getting tired of telling you this.” I sigh, feeling the weight of the repetitive conversation.
“I know, I know. Sorry, Auntie Josy,” Adrian apologizes sheepishly.
“It’s okay, tiny dude. I love you anyway,” Josy reassures him with a warm smile.
“I’m not tiny anymore.” Adrian grumbles.
“Bruh, you will always be my tiny dude. I don’t care how old or tall you get,” Josy says as she playfully tries to tickles Adrian. “Anyway, let me show you guys around,” Josy suggests, leading the way toward the house, with us following closely behind.
Inside the house, we’re welcomed by a warm, inviting atmosphere. The décor is a perfect mix of modern and rustic touches, giving it both charm and sophistication.
As we step into the spacious living room, the first thing that catches my eyes is the huge stone fireplace. Candles flicker on the hearth, and a couple of comfy armchairs are perfectly placed. Natural light streams in through the large windows, offering a glimpse of the lush greenery outside. This place screams Josy all around with tasteful thrifted finds everywhere.
After all these years, she still has the same sense of style and I love it.
Next to the living room is the kitchen, a dream space for anyone who loves to cook. It has shiny stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, and a big island that's great for both cooking and casual meals. The smell of fresh coffee fills the air, blending with the scent of herbs growing in a small windowsill garden.
As Josy shows us around, we walk through different rooms, each cozier than the last. The dining room has a rustic wooden table surrounded by mismatched chairs, which gives it a relaxed, eclectic vibe. Down the hall are the bedrooms, with soft, plush beds and crisp linens that look perfect for a good night’s sleep.
In the backyard, there’s a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers and greenery. A stone path winds through the garden, leading to a cute gazebo tucked away in a quiet corner.
Overall, Josy's house was a haven of comfort and hospitality. I can’t even start imagining what the guest house will look like.
“Girl, you never told me that you live in a mansion,” I exclaimed, my eyes widening in surprise.
“It's not a mansion. My Nana had my Dada build her dream house, and she loved how it turned out. They weren't rich, but he saved up, and they used some inheritance to buy the land. Selling part of it later brought in more money,” Josy explained, a hint of pride in her voice as she spoke of her family's history.
“Well, I love it,” I say to Josy, my admiration for the house evident in my voice.
“I love it too. The only bad thing about this big house is that it takes me forever to clean it. I’m hoping that I can hire someone to clean it in the future,” Josy says with a chuckle, her tone tinged with a hint of resignation.
“While I’m here, I can definitely help you out with cleaning,” I offer.
“There’s no need. I didn’t invite you here to clean my house,” Josy replies firmly.
“She invited us here because she wanted to spend time with her godson and probably buy him a puppy,” Adrian chimes in from another room. He’s not even close to us but is clearly paying attention to our conversation.
“Damn, those ears of yours are working perfectly at such a convenient time,” I say, shaking my head in amusement. “You can listen to our conversation in another room, but somehow didn’t hear me when I asked you to do the dishes last week!” I exclaimed.
Josy laughs. "Well, Adrian, maybe I did have a secret plan to spoil you a bit. How about it? Do you want a puppy?"
