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Tamilore's POV
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I hung up and dropped my phone on the bed
I am getting really frustrated at this point.
My Mum hasn't been picking my calls.
No one has been able to reach her.
Except Isabella.
Isabella
That it's.
I'll meet her for help.
I ran to her room and knocked softly at her door
"Come in" she answered faintly.
"Hi Bella" I greeted after I had entered the room.
"What's up"
"Good. I'm good. Soooo...I really need a favour" I started
"Which is?"
"I can't get through Mum. She hasn't been picking my calls and I just dialed her number and it's switched off. I'm really worried" I rambled
I am not overthinking right?
"Tamilore I understand your fear. But Mum told me she just wants to be alone" Bella sympathize
"Oh...But we are her kids" I said playing with my foot
"It's her decision. Let's respect it"
I let out a sigh and nodded my head.
"Come. Let's have some girl time" She smiled
"Okayyy. But let's go out instead"
She let out a laugh
"Fine. I like the way you think. Pick the place I'll just freshen up" Bella said
I nodded and left the room.
I was in an ash coloured joggers, baggy blue top and white canvas.
I look undisturbed
I love it.
I picked up a blue stylish purse and left my room.
As I passed by Temi's room a thought crossed my mind.
I'll invite Temilade to come with us
I stood in front of her door and was about to knock but I was stopped.
"I already told you Fara, I'm really tired"
Silence
"I can't go anywhere today. My body hurts"
Silence
"Okay. Thanks for understanding. Bye love"
I dropped my hanging hand in disappointment and went downstairs to wait for Bella.
"Are you ready?" She asked jingling her car keys
I nodded and we left.
Jason's POV
"Here you go" I said handing over a cup of juice to Leonard
"Thanks"
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" I asked Chuks again
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