Who Am I without you episode 11

Who Am I without you episode 11
“Do you believe in faith?” he asked.
I looked up at him and replied “I know misfortune can be mistaken as faith Bolu.”
“Do you think us meeting was just some coincidence?” He kept on with his questions.
“Why are we playing mind games here? What are you trying to say?”
“Lola, would it be too much if I told you I fell for you the first day I saw you struggling with those akara?”
My heart began a song of its own. What was this guy doing? Doesn’t he realize the situation we both are in now? We can’t have what we both want not after how our stories have both intertwined.
“And the only reason I stopped my car that first day was because something pulled me towards you.”
“Bolu please do not talk of love to me. I have seriously had enough of my share with it.”
“What do you know? Do you think because you forced yourself to stay with your Ex because of what your mother would say meant you were really in love with him?” he asked. That really got me vexed. “Look here; don’t bring my mother into this. I might have told you some things about her but I never said it was her fault that I am the way I am now.”
The couch was becoming too uncomfortable for our conversation. We didn’t know how we found ourselves both seating on the floor with our backs against the couch. “Okay fine. Do you want more wine?” he asked.
“No thanks, I have heard enough of that for one night too.” I said. He nodded. “Don’t you sleep?” I asked. It was about 1 in the morning when I looked at the time. I have never been out this late in all my life. “Sleep?” he asked. “Yes sleep.” I waved my hands to grab his attention. “Lola, sleep is the last thing on my mind right now.” he said looking up at me. “Me too.” I whispered. The room became hot all of a sudden. There was still too many words left unsaid between the both of us.
“Do you believe there is that one person who God has designed for us to be with?” I asked him.
“That one person that helps you find yourself but you still lose yourself in them.” he finished with a smile. “Now you’re the one playing games Lola.”
“My Ex was that one…..” he did not let me finish this time.
“You want love but you have never experienced it before so doesn’t speak of it as if you know what you mean.” he said angrily. “I mean what kind of a person leaves his wife on the day she loses her father? And still yet you are still into him.” He shakes his head and hisses.
“Some nights, I try to miss him.” I said to him even though he didn’t want to hear of it. “Who? Your father or Your Ex?” he asked. I ignored him because I knew what he really was asking me. “But he is no longer there in my dreams.” I later replied. I cautioned for him to pour me some wine because I was going to need it for what comes next. “So what do you see in your dreams? What are your dreams?” he asked. I don’t remember the last time anyone asked me about my dreams. I don’t think I ever let myself dream so I told him about how I have always wanted to be a therapist as a little girl. I enjoyed talking to people and helping them fix whatever was wrong with them. He smiled and said, “Ah I see, it fits you jare because your talkie talkie too much but you never listen which is bad.” I laughed and begged him to take his words back. “I don’t talk that much joor.”
“Okay ooh if you say so. What else do you dream about?” he asked. I took a long pause and finally replied “You.” in a whisper. He jerked his head upright as if something had bitten him to a shock. “Me?” he asked pointing to himself.
“Yes joor.” I said. “I think I have dreamt about you maybe once.” I heard him laugh and said “That’s nothing na.”
“Maybe twice.” I said.
“Lola don’t play games here please be serious.” I could sense he was getting very serious. I wanted to see just how patient this man was so I went on. “3, 4 maybe 5 times already.” The more I counted, the closer he was getting to where I was seating. Although I was becoming nervous, something prompt me to keep going. “6, 7, 8 maybe 10 times Bolu.” I couldn’t complete my words because the next thing I felt was his warm l-ips on mine. I could taste the heavy wine we had been drowning ourselves in since. It was the most electrifying thing I have never experienced in my life. The way his l-ips melted into mine, and owned it as if it were his; I never wanted to let him go. But then he pulled away. “Lola I am so sorry about that; forgive me. It’s just that I couldn’t hold myself anymore. He said to me almost out of breath from our k-ss. I couldn’t keep a straight face with him. I was burning with shyness. The next thing I heard was the sound of our laughter. We both knew what we wanted so why did he need to apologize. I was sincerely ready to go for what my heart wanted. “Can we try that again?” It didn’t matter who asked for it! But someone did.