Diplomatically Yours…
Chapter 9
“The Congolese dinner”
The British Ambassador haven’t called Candy all week and she was wondering if he was going to come for the dinner at the Congolese embassy… He had told her he was going to come so, she got ready to wait for him. Her sister was in the bedroom with her…
- You sure he’s going to come?
- Well, if he stands me up, it’s going to be easy to dump him…
- But you don’t want to dump him… you like him…
- I know I like him, but if he doesn’t want my condition…
- You’ll cross that bridge when you get there… what about the French Ambassador?
- What about, the French Ambassador?
- You had lunch with him the other day…
- He plays tennis well…
- And…
- And, nothing!
- Come on, Candy!
- He’s a womanizer who hit on mum… and he doesn’t even hide it! I’m certainly not going to get close to him…
- But your British don’t seem interested anymore with your condition…
- So, you want me to turn to the French Ambassador whom, I know only wants to have fun? He won’t accept my condition either… I’m going to go to Australia and get a job at the foreign affairs ministry, I’ll meet a single diplomat there, I’m sure…
- But for the moment, you’re here on holidays. You know that with dad you‘ve got a guaranteed spot at the foreign affairs ministry… There are a lot of diplomats here…
- Most of them are married…
- There are single ones… maybe the ambassadors are way to high placed and full of themselves, if you go down a notch…
- Go down lower than an ambassador? A counsellor? A secretary? Minister-Counsellor?
- You were at the top; I see what you mean…
- If I want to go down, I’ll go to Australia, not here…
- When is your Congolese dinner?
- Tonight…
- Did he confirm?
- He confirmed the last time I dropped me off… Let met me finish get ready.
- All right. I bet he heard a about your lunch with the French Ambassador…
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At the British Ambassador’s residence, His Excellency the Ambassador Terrence Graham Grandchester was getting ready. He had to go pick up the Australian ambassador’s daughter… He didn’t really know what to think since their last conversation. Susanna was always calling him, and she was waiting for him to give her the green light, in a way, but he knew she would end up coming one of these days. Candy… He had received a phone call the night before from his friend Tuba…
- How are you? Asked Terrence.
- I’m fine Your Excellency, what about you?
- I’m fine, thank you…
- What about your love life?
- My love life?
- You know what I mean, your date at the last reception…
- Yes?
- She told you she had lunch with my William?
- “Your William”? You’ve got the exclusivity? Aren’t you the lucky one?
- Then she was with you at the reception at the Belgian embassy…
- I wasn’t hiding, you know that.
- And the other day, at the Diplomatic Club, she was having lunch with the French Ambassador…
Terry’s heart exploded in his chest… That’s the reason of the phone call, to let him know about what Candy did!
- Well, she goes around a lot, your little girlfriend, she continued
- I can’t speak for the other, but I can assure you that it’s very platonic, with me…
- Really? No second base?
- That’s an American term, right? Well no, first base…
- She’s probably being difficult.
- “Your William” told you something?
- Well, he told me nothing at all…
- Listen Tuba, all I can tell you is that she’s not that kind of woman… She’s a good girl…
- I feel a hint of regret in your voice… if she’s a good girl, it means, you can’t have fun with her, right?
- …
- Damn it!
- I have to get ready to go out…
- Good girls are looking for marriage, in general… Everything is not lost. You could still manage to get her by proposing to her…
- If I propose to her, it’s going to be for real, not to bed her…. And she is waiting to get married to have sex, if you want to know
- Ah, the perfect daughter… That Georgie, she had to be perfect everywhere! She has the perfect husband and the perfect daughter too!
- Good bye, Tuba, said terry hanging up.
He shook his head… marry Candy? The idea would’ve come to him eventually, if he liked being with her, so he would’ve gone to the next level. But Lord Marlowe also wanted him to marry Susanna, his daughter… so technically, he wasn’t free emotionally… It didn’t bother him before, but since he had met Candy, ever since she fell on him on the plane, nothing was ever the same for him. Lord Marlowe was not imposing him his daughter per say, but he was insinuating it… And Susanna would be the perfect woman for him… Candy had her diplomatic career, while he wanted a career in politics… if he political party got the majority one day… well, it was the time to think about that. He had to go to pick up Candy. He was eager to see her again he had missed her… he didn’t take his driver; he was going to drive himself. He arrived at the Australian Residence and he got in and parked in front of the main door of the villa. He got out of the car and went to ring the bell. He waited for a few moments and then he heard the door unlocking and opening. And Georgie appeared in front of him.
- Good evening, Your Excellency, she said with a beautiful smile
- Mme Ambassadress, said Terrence taking her hand to kiss it, you still more beautiful every time I see you!
- Thank you. Come in, please, Candy won’t be very long.
They went to one of the living rooms of the residence where the ambassador was sitting, watching the news. He was wearing some casual clothes and he stood up when he saw his counterpart arrive.
- Your Excellency, he said
- Good evening, Your Excellency, said Terry smiling
- So an African dinner tonight?
- Yes, Congolese, the ambassador invited us to taste their special meals from their country, said the British
- You’re not afraid? Asked Georgie
- It’s not like they’re going to serve us insects! Said the British
Georgie and Laurent looked at each other smiling.
- Oh my God! Said Terrence.
- Mum, dad, are you scaring my date? Said Candy arriving and smiling, good evening Your Excellency.
- Candice-Bianca, he said kissing her on the cheek, good evening.
His heart was full of joy when he saw her. What was that again? He didn’t know what was happening to him. She indeed had missed her, but all that joy…
- Don’t worry, whatever they serve you, I can assure you that it’s going to be eatable and full of vitamins! Said Candy smiling
- You know something about it?
- We’ve lived in Côte d’Ivoire, among other countries…
- And the cooking is the same?
- More or less, sometimes, but not always. Each country has their way of cooking things.
- Well, I’m happy to have a date who knows African cooking with me…
- Mum, dad, goodbye. Said Candy walking away.
- Have a great night, Your Excellency, Mme Ambassadress, said Terrence following Candy.
- Have fun! Said Georgie smiling
- Bon appetite! Said Candy’s father
- Thank you, said Candy from afar.
They got out of the residence and Candy saw the golden Jaguar parked in front of the main entrance. He opened the door for her and she got in, then he took the wheel and the guards opened the gate and they got out to go to the Congolese Embassy.
- You know your way around Bucharest, now?
- Well, I know my way around, if you explain the road to me, I can find anything, like the Congolese residence, it’s just next to the Indonesian Embassy and I came to see the Ambassador during my courtesy call, when I arrived here…
- You remember the way?
- Well, I look around when I get driven, you know, I look, I remember… otherwise, how are you?
- Do you really care? Said Candy dryly
- Of course, otherwise, I wouldn’t have asked the question…
He knew what she meant by that, that he hadn’t called her once…
- You could’ve called me if you wanted to know how I was, she finally said.
- I needed to think…
- You thought alone or in the arms of a local Romanian girl?
He looked at her. She was jealous… he was happy…
- I wasn’t having lunch with the French Ambassador…
- Good news travels fast! He just wanted to show me he could be charming too…
- And was he?
- What?
- Was he charming?
- Well yes, he was every very charming… and he speaks English without the evident French accent. I told him about it, telling him that with me it depended with whom I was talking…. And he told me that I had the foreign accent syndrome
- You take the accent of the person you’re talking to…
- Yes, I didn’t know about that condition…
- With all the trips you’ve made, you‘ve never heard about that?
- No, not until Francois told me about it, she said on purpose.
Terrence twitched.
- Ah, now it’s “Francois?” Is he conquering you by any chance?
- I was just saying, he was charming and that he told me about the foreign accent syndrome.
- Because he has the same condition
- You think? Maybe he learned English when he was very young…
- A French man? I’ve never met one who doesn’t speak English with the “ze”. He was telling you about a condition he was suffering from himself…
- So he wanted me to be sympathetic to his cause… charming, said Candy smiling
Did he kiss you to say goodbye
- I refused…
- Ah…
- In fact, it’s because of my sister… we wanted to play tennis…
She told him what happened…
- He’s a good tennis player… too bad you lost and you had to have lunch with the charming French Ambassador…
He was jealous, Candy could feel it. She smiled.
- I have to admit, he was great company…
- I haven’t missed you at all…
They had arrived at the Congolese residence. They found a place to park their car in the court. He got out to open the door for Candy, and he helped her get out of the car. He took a package in the back seat and Candy’ s arm and they both walked to the front door. Terrence rang the door and a butler came to open the door. They got in and followed him inside and he took them to the living room where the ambassador and his wife were sitting.
- Welcome to our residence, said the Congolese Ambassador
- Thank you, said Candy smiling, it smells good
- Yes, said Terrence, It’s making me hungry. Good evening Your Excellency, Mme Ambassadress
He gave them the package he had in his hands.
- Thank you said the Ambassadress smiling.
They were all speaking English. They went to sit down in one of the numerous living rooms of the residence. That one had nice furniture, light brown velvet. They sat down and a maid arrived to give them some drinks. Terry took a pre-dinner with is counterpart and Candy and the ambassadress, had water with a slice of lemon.
- I haven’t eaten anything, said Terrence, because I didn’t want to ruin my appetite.
- In general, people eat first just in case… said the Ambassadress
- I’ve always been curious about African cooking. What we see in receptions, it’s mostly appetizers European style.
- Well, I hope that our specialties will please you, said the ambassadress smiling.
A maître d’hôtel arrived to say:
- Dinner is served…
Everybody stood up and the men left the women pass in front of them. Candy followed the ambassadress who was wearing the traditional African cloth, with the top sewed in a nice blouse. The Ambassador was wearing a suit called “Safari”, that was beige. They went to the dining room which was covered with all kind of food.
- But this is a whole feast! Said Candy smiling.
- I hope you enjoy the meal, said the Congolese ambassador.
They went to sit down. The ambassador had the place of honour; his wife was on his right, while Candy and Terrence were sitting at this right left. They brought them their entries; it was some fish cake with a spicy sauce with avocados. Candy had some and she liked it a lot. Terrence too, especially the spicy sauce.
- This is very good, said Terry, I like the spicy sauce.
- Yes, said Candy, it’s really good; I’ve never had an avocado sauce this way, the hot sauce brings up the taste…
- You like spicy food? Asked the ambassador.
- When I was little, I was always wondering how you could like something that was so spicy… but now I like it. Not too much, or my stomach will suffer…
- We have a cook, from Congo who makes us all kind of his inventions, and it’s wonderful, said the ambassadress
- Ah, said Terry, you have a Congolese cook?
- Yes, said the ambassadress, I remember when I was little, we had a parade of Romanians cooks… and even Congolese… So when I heard we were coming here, I decided to bring my own cook…
- That’s a good idea, said Candy smiling, when I was little, we were in Cote d’Ivoire and we had a local cook, his name was Mamadou and I don’t think I’ve ever eaten food so good in my life. Even the white rice was very good!
- My parents were also in Côte d’Ivoire, said the ambassadress, but it was before I was born… and the cook was also excellent… my sister who was two years old back then, remembered his meals, particularly a rice made with rice and cabbage and ground meat…
- Yes, said Candy, I saw that! Over here, they do it with vine leaves, but it tastes better with cabbage leaves. Wasn’t his name Mamadou by any chance? Your mother’s cook?
- I don’t know, I should ask her, said the ambassadress laughing
The men were also laughing.
- Right! You were both here too when your fathers were diplomats here, said Terrence.
- Yes, said the ambassador, during the communism era, where everything was rationalised and people were standing in line to buy food everywhere.
- But not for foreigners, said his wife, we had our diplomatic stores, even if we were rationalised too…
- You couldn’t buy as much as you wanted? Asked Terrence.
- No, otherwise there won’t be enough for everybody… for example, if there’s meat, you could only buy 3 kg… well that was for us, the Americans, for example never ate anything local…everything came from their country…
- That’s how they are everywhere they go, said Terrence, they can afford it and they have like 200 or 300 employees in their embassies.
- I envy them, said the Congolese ambassador, we didn’t have many diplomats, but most of them want to sabotage me, for a job that’s not really what we think it is. It’s not funny to get summoned by the government of a country because of late payments…
- But tonight, let’s talk about more happy things, said his wife.
- Like how you two met, started Candy
- And where did you learn your English, asked Terrence, I hear an American accent from you
- Well, said the ambassadress, my father was a diplomat in New York when I was little, in fact, I was writing and reading in English before I could do it in French!
- And you didn’t have any problems when you went back to Congo? Asked Candy
- In fact no, not at all…
- Well, you see, said her husband, my wife is very very smart. Once she was back in Congo, her family was worried, but she came out 5th of her class at the first period, that’s 3 months after school starts… Then she kept getting better and by the end of the year, she was the second of her class!
- Wow! Said Candy smiling
- You are very smart, said Terrence smiling
- Thank you, she said smiling
- And I learned English very young too, when my father was in Lagos in Nigeria and in Lusaka in Zambia…
- It’s good to learn lots of languages, said Candy in French and smiling.
- Indeed! Said the ambassadress in the same language. Where did you learn French , Candice?
- Well, my father was in France, so I went to French school to learn French…
- Ah…, said the Congolese ambassador, but you’re from Australia, aren’t you? When you go back home with the change of seasons…
- Well my parents had the perfect solution; they left us in London so we wouldn’t have to be upset with the school systems and vacations…and when we went back to Australia, everybody was in school, so we would rather stay on this side of the globe…
The servers had brought other meals, it was orange rice, semolina, a red paste and lots of other meals. Candy looked at the meals.
- You have some red paste? I thought it was typically from Benin?
- Well, it doesn’t prevent us from cooking some, said the ambassadress laughing
- I’ve had some in Cote d’Ivoire, at the Benin embassy
Among the plates, there was what they called delicacies. It was, at least for the British ambassador, insects he saw in plates…
- You want to taste, Your Excellency? Asked the Congolese ambassadress
Candy was looking at him smiling.
- Try some, I can assure you it’s very good…
- All right, said Terry, I trust you…
Candy put some caterpillars, some grasshopper and little red insects on his plate… He knew as a diplomat that he should eat a little bit so he wouldn’t be rude. He tasted the caterpillars and he thought it was very good with the orange rice with vegetables he took… Candy, on her plate, has some red paste and some exotic meat with egusi seeds… there were all kind of green vegetables, one in particular which smelled good named dilomlombo. There was some fish, snapper, grilled on coal with nice spices. Terry had never eaten fish that tasted so good. There was some chicken grilled too and some meat kebab. Everything was very good. Among the caterpillars he was eating, there were some with white parts that smelled very good and tasted very good.
- These are very expensive, back home, said the ambassadress, especially if they know you’re not from around there, they charge you more… they were selling this 4 for 1 US $ and they don’t take 1 $ bills, they start at 5$... It’s a whole adventure to visit our country, I assure you…
- But during the communism era, said the ambassador, you had to corrupt for everything. They didn’t have good cigarettes, so with our diplomatic status, we were able to buy good cigarettes in diplomatic shops in dollars… and it was a great business… with our country that was not paying the salaries regularly, for us it didn’t bother us that little “illegal” business
He had made the sign with his fingers while saying the word “illegal”…
- Well, you just had to make the best of things, said Candy, when you go to Rome, you do what the Romans do…
- But did you like changing schools? Asked Terrence
- Not really, said the ambassadress, I didn’t like being the new girl all the time
- I thought it was interesting, said Candy smiling; it’s always fascinating to discover new things…
- During our time, French school depended on diplomats; there were not a lot of children. Everybody knew each other… we had parties from 6 to 11 and 11 pm, everybody was gone…
- The teens had discipline during that time
- And it was before the computer and social media time… people liked to meet to talk and have fun
- Today, you’d wonder if people still talk, every body is on their phone…
- During the communism era, we were spied on by the government, there was an earthquake once years ago and they found microphones at the French embassy among other embassies
- The Romanians were upset because technically, they were not allowed to mingle with foreigners, but it didn’t stop Romanian girls.
- And the Romanian men were upset because we African women didn’t like to date them…
- Why? Said Candy
- Euh, said the ambassadress, me personally, they were not my kind, but some rare African girls were dating Romanian men
Her husband and her looked at each other. Candy wondered why but she didn’t say anything. She looked at Terry who have had some Romanian girls in his bed… To change the topic, she said:
- I really like this exotic meat, said Candy, but when you say exotic meat, which animal is it really?
- It could be antelope, monkey, elephant…
- Oh… interesting, said Terry
He tasted the red paste and he found it really good. The rice with vegetable was very good, different from the paella… Terry tasted everything. There was also banana plantain, grilled in oil and boiled too. The boiled bananas were grounded and shaped as a ball… The contrast of the sweet and the salty and the spicy was very very good. Terrence thought the hot sauce was great.
- Be careful, said Candy, you’re going to puncture your stomach…
- Don’t worry about me, said Terrence, I wish I could eat this kind of food every day… it’s absolutely wonderful, your cuisine.
- I’m happy you like it, said the ambassador, I’m going to invite you again…
- Me, said Candy, I would like to learn how to make some of those meals
- No problem, at the next meeting of ambassadresses, come with your mom, we’re going to exchange recipes, said the ambassadress
- All right, I’ll tell my mother.
It was dessert time; they brought them some African fruits salad on a platter. Terrence was introduced to exotic fruits he had never heard of before… Candy knew some of them and she was able to guide him a little and she found out other fruits she didn’t know about.
- There are lots of fruits we don’t know the name in French or English, said the ambassadress
- Like this one, said Candy, who was eating a fruit, it looks like a mangoustan.
- It’s called “Matonge”, said the ambassador, it does look like a mangoustan, it’s even better with some dried hot sauce…
- You should write the different fruits from your country to inform people, said Terrence
- Yes, said Candy, on the internet, there are some wiki pages were everybody can write
- It’s a great idea, said the ambassadress
- I’ll think about it, said the ambassador smiling
- You have lots of sour fruits, said Terrence
- Yes, it’s perfect for pregnant women, said the ambassadress smiling
- I trust you, said Candy smiling
- Do you want children one day?
- I have to find a husband first, said Candy
- Yes, of course, said the ambassadress smiling, I believe if you’re destined to be together, destiny will make sure it happens…
- You know, my husband and I met here in Romania when our parents were working here… I was 11 years old when we met and he was 16…
- But I kept telling her that I wanted to marry her.
- And I thought he was kidding, because he had all those girls…
- I didn’t marry all those girls, said her husband and you were a child, I had to be patient… wait for you to grow up.
- You were not bored while I was growing up, she said ironically
He looked at her smiling.
- I love you too, honey, he said smiling and now, you’re the only one!
Candy thought their relationship was particular, but she knew that in the African culture, young girls would “wait” with for their turn with their man… Some accepted polygamy already… a man had a girlfriend, a white one and an African one and the African one didn’t think the white one was as important, thinking she was going go back with their man back home in Africa while the white girl is going to stay in her country… And the men were used to have lots a girlfriends at the time… Every country had its culture. But the ambassadress was a child when she met her husband who was telling her he was going to marry her, she didn’t take him seriously and she was seeing him date other girls…
- Your story is very romantic, said Terrence
- What about and Candice?
- We’re friends, said Candy smiling
- I heard the news that you had lunch with the French ambassador
- Good news travel fast, said Candy smiling
- Is there something between you?
- Just friendship, also, said Candy, I think I’m going to go work in Australia and maybe I’ll meet my soul mate…
- Maybe your soul mate is right in front of you and you don’t know it, said the ambassadress
- The future will tell us…
- Candy, can you come with me, I would like to show you something, some women stuff, said the ambassadress
- All right, said Candy standing up to follow the ambassadress
The men stayed behind in the living room.
- What’s going on? I thought everything was fine after the Belgian reception
- Well, things are not like you imagined…
- Meaning?
The British ambassador remained silent and his Congolese counterpart guessed what he was trying to say…
- Ohhh, her legs are closed?
- How did you guess?
- We told you I met my wife when she was a child, right? She was only 11 years old… I had to be patient and she got the education saying that she will only get it on after she gets married; otherwise it’s a sin…
- She was 11, I can understand that, but Candice has university diploma…
- It doesn’t mean she’s going to change as she gets older… My wife and I were separated, when my father left Romania… she was 13… we saw each other again when she was 15 and I was 22… She was still a minor and I didn’t want to ruin her innocence… I still wanted to marry her… I respected her choice and I didn’t try to force things, because it would’ve looked like statutory rape! When she was finally ready, she asked me if I was serious and if I really wanted to marry her… I finally married her and she was still intact… and I have to admit, knowing that I was the only one to have been with her…. Well I was frustrated sometimes, I respected her more for keeping her principles and the education she got from her mother… I don’t regret it.
- But you had other girlfriends…
- Which I dumped once the one I wanted was ready….
- I admit that I respect her, because she’s old fashioned… I don’t know what to do… I thought it was going to be like with my other relationships…
- With a roll in the hay from time to time?
- My driver brings me some local girls… but it’s only to relief me and there’s the daughter of my mentor who doesn’t want to let go of me
- Is she here?
- No, she’s in London and she can arrive one of these mornings
- Well, looks like you’ve got a decision to make. Do you want Candy of you can do without her… the French Ambassador is lurking around
- She probably told him the same thing or she will.
- What if he gives her what she wants…?
- She has to be interested at first.
- The French is a charmer…
Terrence thought, could he do without Candy? Or did he want to see her every day? He had a decision to make.
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Meanwhile, the ladies were in the bedroom, in the a little room that served as a closet… She showed her the last boubou she had recently received.
- How is it with the British ambassador?
- I like him
- What about the French?
- He’s charming
- But…
- I have a principles; I don’t sleep with a man I’m not married to
- Oh… I didn’t know they did women like you, still…
- I’m old fashioned
- I met my husband when I was a little girl and he was saying he was going to marry me and I believed him without really believing him… when our age difference wasn’t an obstacle anymore, I gave him the same speech as you did… and he was patient, he asked me to marry him when the time came and I don’t regret waiting… I was dreaming when I was little and I still can’t believe he really married me like he was saying… Have faith… if he’s the man who is destined to be with you, you’re going to end up together…
- Thanks for your encouragements…
She took a boubou, green like Candy’s eyes with a scarf and some sandals and gave them to Candy.
- Thank you so much, that’s too much!
- You’re beautiful, it’s a pleasure for me… and what about the charming French ambassador
- He hit on my mother…
- Oh…
- That’s why he wanted to have lunch with me to show me he was also charming
- And was he?
- What?
- Charming?
- Oh yes, he’s every very charming, said Candy smiling
- Enough for you to give in?
- Not the least in the world… I thought I was going to go back home to Australia to work
- Marry an ambassador, that wouldn’t be so bad…
- Yes, only he’s going to be from another country…
- There is no problem without a solution… start at the top it could be fine
They were going back to the living room where the men were. The ambassadress gave a package to Terrence. It was a Safari suit…
- Thank you so much, Mme Ambassadress, said Terry smiling
- Before you leave, I wanted you to taste a beverage from back home; palm wine
- Palm wine? Said Terry
- Yes, it comes from palm trees, don’t ask me how, it’s a complicated process
Terrence took a sip.
- It’s really good, when you hear “wine”
- You expect another taste, said the ambassadress smiling
- I like it, said Candy
- Good, said the ambassador, giving them each a bottle
- Thank you, Your Excellency, said Candy warmly. You will have to come to my parents to eat too
- It would be with pleasure, said the ambassadress
They walked the young couple to their car. They talked again for a moment, then Terry starts the car to bring Candy back to her house.
- I’ve never eaten such an exquisite food, he said
- It was really better than your horrible British cuisine
- You don’t like British cooking?
- Otherwise, I wouldn’t say it was horrible, she said laughing
When they got to Candy’s parents’…
- Thank you for this wonderful evening, Your Excellency, said Candy
- I also had a great time
He wanted to lean, but she put her hand up to stop him.
- Not tonight, she said, unless you have an answer for me tonight?
He looked at her… for a moment.
- Good night, Candice-Bianca…
- Good night, Your Excellency, said Candy smiling
She got out of the car and she rang the door. He waited until the door opened to start the car and leave.