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Adunni's POV

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Adunni's POV

Dinner went smoothly..... at least for the rest of the family.

As expected, dad had taken a liking to Daniel and they had already begun conversing about the business world.

I tried to enjoy dinner and put on a happy face, but I couldn't shake the anxiety that I felt.

I had lost my appetite a while ago and I had to force forkfuls of the food that suddenly tasted bland into my mouth to avoid suspicion.

" So Adunni, you will be graduating secondary school in less than a years time, have you thought of the course you want to study in the university?" Lola asked.

I paused with the fork half an inch
Close to my mouth; my heart beating rapidly.

I had feared this. Lola always brought up this topic at the wrong time.

I dropped the fork, turning to look up at Lola. All eyes were now on me,and I could feel dad's cold gaze fixated on me.

I cleared my throat, grabbing the glass of cold water beside me and downing it quickly.

Adjusting my position, I turned to Lola .

" Um... I haven't really thought about it, but I've considered journalism" I replied meekly.

Silence filled the room, as I awaited a reply or a snarky remark from Lola.

" journalism?'' my dad questioned in a deadly calm tone. I had already seen this coming.

I had never once dared to speak do dad about pursuing journalism, because I knew he would never support it. I had told mom about it once and asked her not to mention it to dad, but I figured at some point I'd have to tell them.

It's not like I can hide the course I want to pursue from my Dad forever.

" What value will it add to your life Dunni. Shebi it's just to travel, talk and read" This time it was Lola that spoke.

I couldn't help but wish I could make her stolp talking. " No, that's not all it's about" I replied.

" Then what is it about" My dad asked. I could feel my heart drop to my stomach.

I preferred if Lola continued talking, because a few words from my father could cause so much damage.

I couldn't help but lower my gaze.

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