Chapter 5
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"Stop it, Ronke!" Tola rolled her eyes in annoyance as she folded another shirt to put inside her bag.
"But come on babe. You know I'm right," Ronke held up her hands in surrender. Dark brown eyes twinkling with mischief. "Two lovers, one roof had the exact same plot to match your plight." She cackled.
"Muna is not my lover." Tola finalized as she fiddled with a red lace bra.
"Don't tell me you're taking that with you," Ronke smirked. "To Dylan's mother's home."
"You're impossible," Tola huffed as she tossed the bra into her bag with the other clothes. Ronke laughed at the expression.
"But—"
"Hush!" Tola said immediately, perking up. "I think I just heard the door bell." They stayed still for some seconds before the chiming of the bell came again. Ronke stood up from the bed with a sigh.
"Dylan always keeps to time. I'd give him that," Ronke praised as she left the room to open the front door.
Tola folded some more clothes before heading downstairs, where Dylan sat having a conversation with Ronke who seemed to be interrogation him.
"So you love looking at women's bodies?"
"I mean no not if you put it like that—"
"Okay so you just love treating females?"
"I...I dont—"
"Ronke leave him alone," Tola interjected before giving Dylan a kiss. "Besides you're a fashion designer who designs only men's wear. I could ask you some questions too," She smirked.
"Touché," Ronke winked. "I'll give you too some space."
"It'll be appreciated," Tola nodded.
"I don't understand her at times," Dylan confessed once Ronke was out of sight.
"Join the club," Tola chuckled.
"Ready to go?" Dylan asked adjusting his neck tie as he stood up. He always dressed so formal, unlike Tola who currently had on a black sports bra and grey sweatpants.
"I'm almost done arranging the clothes then I'd change," She replied, making Dylan hiss.
"Tola what do I always tell you about keeping to time. What kind of doctor doesn't keep to time," He grumbled.
"I'm sorry it's just—"
"No excuses," He shook his head. "Listen baby, you know how I am about being on time. Four o'clock should be four o'clock. I don't respect people who are lousy with time. It doesn't speak good of you."
"I know," She slouched. "I'd hurry up," She said before going upstairs.
"Babe what was that about?" Ronke asked as soon as Tola entered the room.
"What did I tell you about eavesdropping?" Tola retorted.
"Does he always speak to you like that?" She asked sternly.
"Of course not. He's just stressed. He had a long day," Tola shrugged, zipping her bag before heading to her wardrobe.
"It still doesn't permit him to—"
"Ronke please," Tola snapped. "Drop it."
"Alright," Ronke mumbled. "I'll leave it be. For now."
"Thank you."
"But you know I'm only looking out for you," Ronke explained. "You're my baby sister."
"I know."
Ronke was Tola's cousin from her father's side and was older than her by six years. When Tola came back home from the US with a broken spirit, Ronke took her into her home. With her dad in the barrack and a late mom, Ronke couldn't refuse the offer. And when she got back on her feet, she couldn't bring herself to leave her as they had formed a bond stronger than most sisters. They were best friends, with Ronke acting as a protective older sister to Tola.
"Take care, okay?" Ronke said to Tola as she escorted her down to her waiting fiancē.
"I will," Tola smiled. "See you soon."
In minutes they were done and well on their way back to Dylan mom's. It was a longer journey, due to the silence Tola had going on. Dylan hadn't notice as he kept rambling on about the Cistercian session he carried out at the hospital. He later turned on the radio after he finished speaking. Tola leaned her head on the glass window of the GLK 350 Mercedes as she contemplated on how the month would go. Hopefully, there would be no complications but she knew things were never that simple. She had to tell Dylan about her past with Muna. And she had to do it quick.
Arriving at the mansion, Dylan got out of the car, Tola not so far behind. He got the luggages out of the boot, allowing the security man to wheel them into the house while he walked Tola to the door. On entering, the ambience of the room was even more welcoming than the first time Tola visited. The smell of chevon peppersoup encompassed the house, making Tola's stomach grumble. The help was immediately by their side to help the security man with the bags.
"Chika?" Dylan said, his voice tinge with shock. "If you're here then who's cooking?"
"Your mother, sir. She insisted," the help, Chika, replied.
"Oh," Dylan smiled, turning to Tola. "Let's go greet her."
On getting to the kitchen, the scent of food seemed to heighten. There, in an adorable apron and hair net was Dylan's mom, stirring the pot of soup. Her eyes were filled with delight when she looked up and saw them. But alas, she wasn't the only one in the room. Because sitting on the kitchen island, shooting a video of his mother was Muna. As his mom turned, so did he, instantly locking eyes with Tola.
'This would be a long season,' Tola thought.
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