Caught in the moment Ch. 2 Ep. 7
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Caught in the moment Ch. 2 Ep. 7

By abfictionstories  Posted on 17th Jul 2018

Estimated reading time: 3 mins 1 secs

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This was it; I would be facing David all alone. I had to prepare all my defenses – physically, mentally, spiritually – most importantly, emotionally. Final destination… Ibadan.

Although I wasn't ready to face my family yet, I couldn't resist the urge to pass through and at least see the compound. I saw my dad coming out of the house, my younger sister tailed him from behind. Unfortunately, I didn't see my mum. Gosh, I’ve missed them so much.

I still had this feeling that my father would still want me to marry David. I instructed the driver to drive me to the church, where David would be sitting. My guess was right, he was there; his car was parked outside. For some strange reason, my heart began to beat very fast.

I thought I had built my defenses already until the moment I stepped into the church. I had not even seen him yet and my defenses began to fall apart.


I called out when I saw him sitting in the front row seat, staring into the unforeseen.

“How did you find me?”

"Of course I know where to find you.” I said, “Remember you always come here when your dad was sick?”

I got closer to him, and with all the courage I had, I sat at his right hand side. But I observed a reasonable distance.

“Well you've seen me. You can go back now,” he requested.

I felt like slapping his mouth. I breathed in, suppressed my initial anger and tried to think of something nice to say, instead of shouting “You’re an idiot”.

“David, mummy needs you by her side now. She has never stopped asking about you. David...”

He turned to look at me with a fierce look that forced me to shut my ‘beak’.

“Didn't you hear me? I said leave!”

He spoke through his clenched teeth as he tightened his jaw, maybe to scare me.

“No! I am not going anywhere until you come home with me.”

An uncomfortable silence stood in between us before he finally spoke out.

“Bukky, just quit the pretense and go. That’s what you are good at anyway.”

Oh! So this was really about us?

“David, is this about us?”

I asked. 

“There is no us. Get this straight into your head.”

He corrected, and stood up to pace around. I knew he was just trying to control his emotions, but I was ready to make him pour it out, whatever means possible.

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