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Eleven <Everything Good>

"We are assured and know that [God being a partner in their labor] all things work together and are [fitting into a plan] for good to and for those who love God and are called according to [His] design and purpose." -- Romans 8:28 (AMPC)

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It had been three days since Godswill had asked Fola out on a date where he officially tendered his desire for a relationship with her. Godswill remembered it like it was yesterday.

He couldn't forget how Fola had burst into hysterical laughter.

He was dumb-founded. Had he said a joke? Did he resemble a clown? Or what warranted her laughter?

He couldn't wrap his head around it as he pushed tissue after tissue into her hands, so she could wipe the tears seeping out of her eyes as she continued in her uncontrolled laughter.

This went on for seconds that seemed too much like a lifetime to him. She couldn't be going insane now, could she? What was so funny about what he had said? He replayed the question in his mind again.

"In the few months I have known you, I've become convinced that you're the one for me. I'd like to do life with you, if you permit. I love you and I want to love you more. Will you do me the honour of being my partner and love on this side of eternity?"

That was what he had said. And he couldn't understand the sudden outburst of laughter. And she was still laughing.

If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought she was laughing in the Spirit.

She finally calmed down and began to cough. He quickly moved to pour her a glass of water from the jug of water he had brought, among other things, for what he hoped was still a date. As she hurriedly drank the water, he patted her back and told her to slow down.

When she was done, she wiped her lips gingerly and stared at him quizzically.

"What did you say before?"

He was confused. What sort of girl is this? I said romantic words and not only did she laugh, she's still asking me to repeat them.

He sighed. Then, repeated the words slowly, as if he was speaking to a baby just learning to talk. It was like he didn't want his intent lost in transmission this time.

Fola continued to stare at him, even after he was done speaking. Then, all of a sudden, she scrambled to stand to her feet and said, "I need to go."

That was all she said. That was all he had heard in three days. He had been too stunned to make a move and by the time he had come to himself, she had left him at the beautiful park he had taken her to.

Godswill was still too confused to be angry or sad. He still didn't understand what had happened. And he hadn't called her too. He wanted to. He needed to, in fact. But he was scared of what her previous action meant for them.

He sighed again as he pound-kneaded the flour mix on the table. He could hear the whispers of his kitchen staff but he couldn't be bothered. He had more pressing things on his mind.

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"So, you laughed like a mad woman and then just left him there?" Vwede shrieked.

Fola shut her eyes in mortification as she remembered her actions.

"I-I-I didn't know what to say na. He sprung it on me." She knew she was just trying to defend herself but it wasn't a very strong one.

"Sprung it on you? I cannot believe you, Folashade Ajani!"