The Reunion (Nigerian Themed novel)

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Kemi's Pov.

Desmond and I had gone out. We sat in a park admiring the aesthetics of the park, while we conversed. He kept going on and on about how his week had been and how tight his schedule would be the following week.I wasn't sure if I heard everything he said, as my mind kept drifting from the conversation at interval's , making me jolt back to consciousness whenever he called to my attention, to confirm if i was listening.

"Hey what's wrong?.
Came his question, reviving me from one of my sub conscious state.

I stare back at him, wondering if it was ok delivering the information that hoarded me for days, to him.

I found it difficult going into deeper conversations with him and i wasn't sure about this scenario either. What's there to hide?. A part of me questioned.

" I lost...". I start, cutting short my speech. He stares at me confused waiting for more explanation.

"I mean we,...like Ronke and I lost a friend". I replied with a sense of relief.

The news held so much burden.

His facial expression went pale, as he relaxed to the seat he sat on.

"Am so sorry about that". Came his weak reply.

"Like this is someone, I saw two days ago". I replied in between sobs.

When Ronke had broken the news, I was too shocked to have reacted. But my dreams were occupied with her every night, she will always smile, swaying in the wedding dress that glittered like crystals just like the other day.

"I understand how you feel, death is inevitable". He replied, handing over a white handkerchief to me from his pocket.

"Why don't i drive you home, so you rest". He suggested ,getting up as he offered his right hand to me for assistance.

"That would be fine". I responded, offering my right hand to him as he assisted me up, guiding me to his car.

The drive was a quite one. I stared out of the window ,my eyes focused on nothing in particular.

Trying to distract me away from my thoughts he tuned the music from his car speakers, filling the car with the afro beat song. "Buga".

"Wake up,no sleep". He sang along , re-creating the singers dance steps as he raised his shoulders high at the Buga verse.

With a failed attempt to control myself from the scene.I throw my head back laughing till tears strolled down my cheeks.

"Your not a serious person" .I said in between breaths ,still laughing.

He ignored my laughter, dancing all the way till we arrived to our destination.

"Thank you". I replied, unfastening my seatbelt.

He unfastens his too turning his attention to me.

We sat staring at each other for some time. He drew closer making my eyes go closed. I feel his fingers trail over my cheeks, and his breath filling my nostrils. He smelled of aftershave and his beards brushed over my chin making me shudder. Just when i felt his lips close to mine, i turn away.

"Am sorry". Came his abrupt reply, looking away.

Unsure of what to say ,i stare at him, observing his facial expression. He was hurt.

"We will talk later". I replied stepping down from the car.

"That would be fine". Came his response, as he revived the engine to his car, making his way out of my compound.