KOVEED-ONE-NINE?
As Jacob and Dolan worked in the kitchen, they could hear the sound of the television in the background and their neighbours discussing outside their flat. “It’s time for the news, I’ll join you soon dear.” Jacob said, folding the napkins in the kitchen. “Alright, I need to arrange all these” Dolan replied, smiling and arranging the packs of orange juice in the fridge. They had been married for two years. Well, you could say two beautiful years. Jacob, despite his busy schedule was always supportive, helping her out in the kitchen and assisting her with her own business. Dolan laughed as she remembered the day he almost burnt the house down while frying plantain. Chef Jacob indeed. “Ha!” Jacob shouted. “What’s all these now?” Jacob said, lifting his hands in the air. “What’s that?” Dolan asked, rushing to the living room with a pack of orange juice in her hands. She wondered what the newscaster had said that made Jacob agitated. “My dear, we’ve been asked to social...