The Final Year (PROJECT 2.0)

Rebel

"...I really don't appreciate you sending my guest out of my party..." Teniola said into the phone with a frown clearly evident on her face "... now you want me to order him to come home?..."

She sighed, rubbing her temple at the stress she was encountering just because of mother and son drama they dragged her into.

"...You know i can't do that, he will come home when he wants to..." She said turning to look at the gloomy figure sitting with folded arms while watching a programme on the TV she was sure he wasn't paying attention to.

They spoke for a while before she hung up, the sound of her husband's car driving in made her realize he has returned from work.

"Korede, you have to go home" she yet again insisted.

"I'm not going anywhere" he deadpanned not leaving any room for argument but Teniola wasn't having it. If he was going to prove or behave stubborn, so could she... She has dealt with a fair share of the Cole's male gender so him was a piece of cake.

"You are not the one to tell me that... You left home for over two days, refusing to leave because your mum angered you-"

"My mum is choking me!" He snapped all of a sudden, Teniola paused seeing the pained look on his face "I'm not going to put my life on hold because of some stupid family tradition, can you believe she slapped me over this matter? Me?"

He spoke with an air of importance like it was an abdominable thing for a mother to slap his son.

She sighed, that same family tradition was what first brought her and her husband together but not everyone could be as lucky as them.

She looked up from him when she heard her husband enter the living room, he gave his nephew a glance before looking back at his wife with a raised eyebrow.

She meets him on way, welcoming him with a smile and a sweet kiss before collecting his briefcase.  Placing his hand around her waist, he stood for a minute not knowing what to make of his stubborn nephew.

"He is still here?" Shubomi asked his wife, like the person they were talking about was not in front of them.

"He refused to leave. Still mad at his mum..." Teni answered while he hummed.

"Hey kid... You should go home. Stop acting as if you are on the run and you are seeking asylum here" Akorede scoffs at his uncle's statement before turning back to the boring show.

Teniola sighed, rubbing at her husband's shoulder.

"I will set the table" she said as a sign for the two to talk. Shubomi let go of her waist, she walked away to give them privacy.

With hands deep in his pockets, he gave Akorede a stare down somehow finding his presence in his home a bit annoying since he decided to barge in uninvited, after the big and nasty fight he had with his mum.

One minute he was shouting at his mom at the party which earned him a slap, the next minute he was in front of his uncle's home with a bit of luggage which looked like his.

"You know this won't solve anything. She will only thrive in your stubbornness. Go back home and settle it amicably with her" Shubomi advised.

"I won't go back" Akorede declared stubbornly.

"Don't expect me to harbour you here" he warned.

"Fine. I will leave " he said standing up in an attempt to walk out on his uncle only to get punched hard on the shoulder. He groaned, holding tightly on to his aching shoulder.

Shubomi hissed.

"Ori e o pe... Sit down jor" he demanded taking a sit in his arm chair. He watched his nephew, rub the place he punched, his face still contorted in pain "I thought you are working out, and a little punch took you down?" Shubomi mocked.