The Wedding Club

Eight•

Funmi's POV

Pain sliced through my jaw, a rock had scraped my jawline. It hurt like hell, the pain probed like tiny needles pricking my skin a jot of pain every time I moved. I used my fingers to touch my face, a little blood stained them. I let out a sigh, I need to get my face cleaned up and washed up too.

"It's me, Tunde? We used to play together, well when we were little. You are big oo." He said smiling.

I gave him a hard glare."No, I will be small before. Rubbish."

"Ahn ahn no need to be aggressive Funmi I was just.." He tilted his head to the side.

"Just what? You are saying I am short abi? I don't blame you because you look like skyscraper you are feeling high. No problem no problem at all." I eyed him and hissed walking towards the front door.

"Nawa o. I was asking if you are alright that was all I was asking." He yelled jogging lightly his stupid mutt following after to catch up with my long strides I was struggling to keep with myself. "Funmi! Funmilola!"

"What is it?" I glanced back at him, he was looking dumbfounded like I just gave him a hot slap. I know I was being unnecessarily rude. "Talk na!"

He gaped his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish."I just wanted to ask what's up with you? Haven't seen you in years."

"That's all? You must be joking." I laughed humorlessly. "Your dog Barry abi wetin almost tore my shirt and you are asking me stupid questions."

"Look Aunty I wanted to ask if you were hurt before you started screaming at me."

"Okay. Apologize the apologize you wanted to apologize." What as I saying biko? God if you are listening please open the ground and let it swallow me, please. And leave a nice little rosebush in place.

"What?" He doubled over in laughter, hands on his knees. His entire body shaking. "You won't kill me with laugh."

If I was a white person I probably would be the shade of blood. What is wrong with my mouth, sweet baby Jesus was I an idiot.

"It's not funny, so don't laugh." My ears burned, I tried to hide my face behind my braids. "Don't laugh."

"It is oo. Even Basil is laughing." His dog barked in response to his owner making me even more frustrated.

"It's not funny, Tunde."

"But on a serious note, are you hurt?" He walked closer to me, his eyes light brown eyes pooling over with concern. "I think Aunty Funke has a first aid kit somewhere in the house."

"It's fine, I'm fine." I murmured.

He looked at me even harder his eyes trying to unlock every hidden detail in my face. It was unnerving, the way he was looking at me like some newly found species in the laboratory. He walked closer, my breath hitched. His hands clasping my face lightly like he didn't want to hurt me and whispered, " You are injured. You're bleeding."

"Big news, Tunde. I know that I am." I said sarcasm dripping off my very word."Please move away from my face. Thanks."

"Don't be so aggressive."He said still look at me like a baby rat."Come on let's go."

"What about your dog?" I asked nodding at Basil who was sniffing his butt.

"No worries."He slipped his hand around my shoulder and ushered me towards the house. "Basil go meet Ian."

Basil corked his head to one side and broke off in prance." He understands you?"

"Yes he does. Why wouldn't he?"