Jr's father called him with exciting news. "Son, we are having an operation, and the president has given us special forces. Your military will also be there, and your grandfather has mobilized his too."
Jr's face lit up with happiness. "Thanks, Dad. We do it tomorrow night." He felt a sense of anticipation and determination, knowing that they were getting closer to their goal.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Bella and the girls were up early, busy with the chefs. Bella was peeling green bananas with a knife, cooking offals, and adding spices and seasonings. She was also frying some greens and cooking milk with cinnamon leaves and ginger.
As the breakfast spread was set, Bella went upstairs to call Jr, who was getting ready. She knocked on the door and entered, finding Jr in front of the mirror, buttoning his shirt.
Bella's eyes sparkled with affection as she said, "Good morning, my king." She pecked him on the cheek and helped him with his tie and coat. Jr turned her face and kissed her lips, saying, "I slept well, my queen."
Bella blushed, her face flushing with happiness. "Let's go and have breakfast," she said, "it's getting cold." Jr held her hand, and they headed downstairs to the dining room.
As they sat down, Jr pulled a chair for Bella, and she thanked him. The girls looked at them with big smiles, saying, "Good morning, Dad." Bonitah added, "Good morning, handsome Dad."
Jr sat between Bella and Bonita, replying, "Good morning, my princesses." They all smiled and started eating, enjoying the delicious breakfast that Bella had helped prepare.
The atmosphere was warm and loving, filled with the sound of laughter and conversation. Jr felt grateful for the connection he shared with Bella and the girls, knowing that they were his support system in the challenging journey ahead.