Her face was pressed against her brother’s shoulder so Temi missed the look of dismay that undoubtedly crossed her features. When her brother released her from his hug, just before she was about to pass out from lack of air, she walked over to Temi and smiled.
Temi who was now standing returned her smile.
“You look really good,” he told her.
“Ronke invited me,” he offered as an explanation, “And you told me you liked surprises, so…”
“I didn’t think you were listening.”
“I always listen to what you say Lola.”
“Ok no mushy mushy stuff!” Yomi announced as he grabbed her arm and tugged, “I’d like to speak to my sister for a moment.”
He dragged her out of the living room and into the bedroom and shut the door behind them.
“Nothing really. I just wanted to warn you.”
“I saw Dayo the other day. I looked out the window during a meeting I was having with the ‘great superiors’, and I happened to see Dayo crossing the street.”
Lola’s heart was beating too fast for her to be amused by her brother’s nickname for his bosses.
“I’m sure it was him,” he continued, “If he tries to contact you, let me know and I’ll deal with him. I just know he will come after you. He was always such a dick, wouldn’t let you move on with your life even after he messed his up.”
She watched her brother clench and unclench his fist and a wave of dizziness washed over her. She held unto his bedpost to gather her nerves and restore her balance.
“You ok, sis?”
“Yes I’m fine.”
“You look a bit sick. I shouldn’t have just sprung the news on you like that. I’m sorry. Dammit! I wish they had never let him out.”
Lola considered the pros and cons of updating her brother and decided silence was her best course of action. Yomi hated Dayo.
It hadn’t always been that way though. There was a time when Yomi admired the socks off Dayo. Lola and Dayo were a year his senior in school and Yomi hadn’t blossomed till late in the game. The fact that Lola and Dayo were dating had given Yomi access to the coolest guy in school and with it access to girls, parties and swag that he normally would only have been able to dream of.
But Yomi had taken Dayo’s indiscretions personally and fought for her honour on several occasions only to watch his sister return to Dayo’s arms. It had driven him crazy. Her relationship with Dayo had almost ruined her relationship with her brother, who had not been afraid to call her a fool and other less discreet names. She knew her brother had been glad when Dayo was held behind bars. He had told her:
“Now you can finally move on.”
Two more people had joined the party when Lola and Yomi returned to the living room. Two attractive girls. One of them was batting her fake eyelashes at Temi who looked increasingly uncomfortable. She twirled her Brazilian weave around her finger and laughed; her overly exposed breasts jiggled.
Temi didn’t know she was back yet but his body language was telling. His eyes were darting everywhere but at the girl’s chest. His upper body was stiff. His right hand was holding his glass but the other was in his pocket and his waist was turned slightly away from the girl.
She couldn’t count the amount of times in the past that she had caught Dayo flirting. But Temi could be trusted. And overt come ons were not his thing.
She walked over to them and touched his arm softly. He looked down at her, his eyes screaming for help. She turned to the girl
“Hi, I’m Lola.” Her adversary gave her the once over and pressed her lips together.
“Patience.” She replied unwillingly. Patience took a drag from the cigarette balanced between her index and middle finger.
“How do you know my brother?” Patience gave Temi a quick glance and smiled.
“I just met him five minutes ago.”
“Temi? Oh no, Temi isn’t my brother,” Lola laughed and delighted in watching Patience’s eyes narrow, “Yomi is my brother.”
“Oh! You’re Yomi’s older sister!” Patience rolled her tongue around the word ‘older’ and stretched it for all it was worth. Lola smiled at her, teeth and all.
The room was starting to fill up with more guys and girls. The music had been turned up and she could hear Ronke’s ‘Darliiinnnnk, you made it!” every few minutes or so.
“This is my song. May I have this dance?” asked Temi.
Lola knew how much Temi hated dancing, so he must have been horrified by Patience’s attentions.
“Excuse us,” he told Patience.
They walked to a corner of the room and he placed his hands on her waist and borrowed his head in her neck.
“You know in this dim lighted, smoke filled room, she doesn’t look half bad,” she commented as she slipped her arms around his neck.
“Everyone looks dull here when compared to you.”
It was the most romantic thing he had said to her. What the hell was she doing? She needed to get away from Dayo, and permanently.
She gripped him tighter until her body was meshing with his. She felt his body respond to her.
“I’ve missed you. Work has just been so crazy,”
She gulped. She couldn’t tell him about Dayo, what would be the point. She would talk to Dayo and that would be the end of that. And then she would continue on her stress free journey with Temi. Satisfied with her reasoning, she raised herself a little and kissed him on the cheek.