The following day being Sunday,I followed the family to church. I sat in between mum and dad. During offertory,I saw Frank
My heart skipped and started doing some somersaults. I hid myself in the queue and hurried back to my seat. I thanked God that it was the last Sunday service I would be attending.
After service,dad drove us home and during lunch,Vivian showed up. She joined us at the table after which we left for my room.
We both walked into the room and I bolted the door. I always did that because my younger bro enjoyed coming to join me in my room anytime I had a visitor,and you know,its always awkward(girls who have younger ones that do this will understand better).
Vivian: Don’t welcome me biko
Me: Ahn ahn. what’s the problem?
Vivian: You don’t like me again.
That response was the last thing I expected.
I looked at her and her face was so tight. She looked serious and a bit upset.
Me: Who told you that one nah? Are you not the only friend I have here? Why won’t I like you? I don’t even like you,I love you.
And that was the truth,even till today,though we no longer talk,but I still have this soft spot for her.
Vivian: Its not true. You’re avoiding me. You told me you won’t be attending any holiday program,yet,each time I come around,your siblings always say that you’re not around. Vacation is almost over yet we never spent quality time together.
Me: Hey! I’m sorry. You know,since my aunt left,its being me who has being handling the house chores except on Sundays like this when mum gives me a break.
I looked at her and pushed her shoulders.
Me: Oya sorry inugo(you hear)?
Vivian: Or is it because of Frank?
That question threw me off guard and I fought with myself whether to tell her the truth or not.
Vivian: You see,its because of him. He asked you not to talk to me anymore.
She said that and started crying. I hugged her immediately and she held me tight.
Me; He didn’t say that to me. Nobody can dictate to me who I should keep as friends and who I should not. I just wanted to be on my own because I discovered his bad sides and I can’t put up with them. His character could be a threat to my life. I’m sorry if my trying to get rid of Frank has seperated us a bit.
Gbagharam (forgive me).
She still didn’t say anything but kept on crying so I continued;
“you’re like my sister so I can’t just let go of our friendship. I love and care about you so much”.
She stopped crying but refused to speak so I started tickling her. At first,she tried to pull away but I refused to give up. I continued and before I knew it,she was already laughing so loud.