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Tunde & Anaya: Part 5

Posted on 22/03/2013

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“Hey Halliday,” a man called, jogging to catch up with Tunde’s long-legged stride across the hall. He tapped the man’s shoulder and smirked when Tunde peered over his shoulder at him. “I keep forgetting, sorry.”

Tunde gave his colleague, Samuel Chen, a patient smile and slowed his steps. “What’s up?”

The man gestured over his shoulder at the room where their other coworkers leisurely strolled out into the lobby. “You don’t think she’ll budge, do you?”

Tunde smirked. “You think too much, Chen.” He tucked the 3-inch binder under his arm as they turned a corner into the main floor of the library. His eyes quickly scanned the lobby as if looking for someone. It was almost midnight but there were students loitering. He shook his head. Someone like her would be sensible enough to stay at home instead of hanging out. His loss since he wanted to see her.

Samuel tapped his shoulder to get his attention, his brows drawn in a concerned line. “But we need this grant. What if she doesn’t agree to it?”

“It’s a good program. You heard everyone in there.” He reached out to pat the man’s shoulder. “You worry too much, Chen…” Tunde trailed off, spotting her right away. He tucked in a smile and turned back to his concerned colleague. “I’ll see you at the office later this week. Go relax,” he instructed and without waiting for the man’s reply, he walked around him after the girl now hobbling toward a row of bookshelves.

“That’s because I worry for the both of us!” Samuel called after him, rewarded with a dark glare and a sharp shush from the librarian sitting behind her desk just a few feet away. Frowning after Tunde who was now striding across the hallway, Samuel shook his head and turned away to converse with the others who had joined him on the main floor.

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All throughout the second night session, Anaya found that her mind refused to concentrate on anything but the man now occupying her thoughts. Tunde Halliday. Even after the session was dismissed and she’d decided to wait for Giselle who was chatting with several boys on campus, she crossed the street to the library for one book for her late night study session. She caught herself glancing around the main floor of the library in search for the tall, dark man who drove her home earlier.

Wrinkling her nose for being silly, she forced her mind to scan the list of current antidepressants instead. Her eyes lifted up from the book, lips moving silently to memorize another set of pharmacology terms when her lips stilled, the word trailing off as she spotted him. Cocky smile in place, his slim dark tie pulled at the collar and his slim-fit navy blue jacket unbuttoned, flying as he strode toward her.

She swallowed hard, gaping for a moment as she took in his slim physique and strong long legs swinging with purpose. Realizing she was staring, Anaya spun on her heels and started to walk ahead.

“Hey wait!” he called, laughter in his voice as he reached her side.

Anaya bit her bottom lip, grimacing as he chuckled at her silliness no doubt.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were avoiding me…” he tilted his head even as he circled to stand in front of her. His eyes scanned her face, one corner of his lips tugged up in amusement. “How are you?” He looked down at her leg. “How’s your ankle?”

“Fine,” she forced out, annoyed that her shoulders eased their tension at the sight of him. To her horror, she realized she’d been worried that he was the one avoiding her. “Now excuse me…” she mumbled, stepping around him to continue her retreat to the back of the library.

He chuckled, easing in step beside her. “What book are you reading?” he peeked down at it. “BCPJ… Antidepressant—” Tunde straightened, not losing a step even as hers quickened toward the row of bookshelves. He merely smiled as Anaya tucked the book, covering the words as she rounded the shelf and walked over to a desk near the back wall. Hiding a chuckle with a slight cough, Tunde took the seat opposite her and propped his elbows on the table.

Anaya’s face warmed at his open perusal but she refused to look at him. Couldn’t or she would completely lose her focus.

“So when are we going on our date?”

Her eyes flicked up to his face, her brow furrowed deeply at the amused look in his black eyes. She forced her gaze to the closed book and quickly pulled it open, refusing to speak.

“Are you busy studying or are you ignoring me, Ana?”

Anaya looked up and narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you think?” She bit the inside of her cheek when his mouth split into a wide, amused grin. She dragged her eyes back to the book.

“Okay, I won’t bother you… Anyway, this is probably the last day you’ll see me here. I return to the office next week. And it seemed only reasonable to set our date plans before I leave.”

“I don’t date,” Anaya murmured, flipping a page of the book.

“Ana, could you look up? I can’t read what you’re saying when your head is down like that.”

Anaya frowned and glanced up curiously at him. “What do you mean?”

He gave her that slow patient smile. “I have to read your lips to hear what you’re saying.”

“I don’t…understand.” Her eyes searched his for the truth.

Tunde nodded and lifted a finger to tap on his left ear. “Deaf.”

Something heavy dropped in the pit of her stomach and she gaped at him, jaw slack.

His smile remained and his black eyes softened. “You don’t believe me?”

Anaya shook her head. “I-it’s not that.” She frowned, recalling the times he’d stared down at her lips, or turned around to stare at her whenever she spoke. She shook her head again. “How…?”

“An accident when I was fourteen.” Tunde shrugged. “I can hear muffled voices, so not completely deaf. But I do have to read your lips…”

“I’m sorry,” she answered dumbly.

“I’m not.” His own lips tugged a gentle smile. “You have a very beautiful mouth. You speak very eloquently,” he added slowly.

Anaya’s cheeks warmed under his open gaze and she glanced down. Then just as quickly, remembering his condition, she snapped her eyes back to him.

When she didn’t say anything else, Tunde leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I didn’t tell you that to feel sorry for me… except if it gets you to accept a date with me.” Again with the slow smile.

Anaya laughed softly and looked down, shaking her head.

“Is that a yes or still a no?” Tunde asked, tilting his head to peer down at her lips.

His gentle voice drew her eyes back to his face. A smile of her own tugged her lips and she searched his black eyes. “Maybe…”

He leaned back, satisfied grin in place. “Maybe, I can handle.”

Anaya lowered her eyes shyly, feeling the heaviness lift from her stomach.

“By the way, why are you out here so late?” His brow furrowed with open concern.

“I’m waiting for a classmate to drive me home. Another study session.”

“Study sessions at night, huh…” Tunde tilted his head to study her curiously. “What, that girl you were with last time? Giselle or something?”

“Yup, that’s her name…” Anaya smiled. “You have a good memory.”

He smirked back. “You know what they say about once you lose one sense, the others get more acute.”

Anaya rolled her eyes. “I don’t think that applies to memory.”

Tunde flashed his signature smile. “I’m pulling your leg.”

“Consider it pulled.” Anaya couldn’t believe how comfortable it seemed talking with this man. Although she’d seen him times before, he was still very much a stranger.

He chuckled, scanning her face leisurely. “I can take you home, if you want. Won’t your parents be worried that you’re out so late?”

No doubt her father would be sitting in the dimly-lit living room, waiting for her to return. Thankfully her mother was working tonight and wouldn’t add to the worry. Anaya shrugged. “They will but I already told them Giselle would drop me off. But thanks.”

“Want me to wait around until she gets here?” He asked further and Anaya noted that he wasn’t making any move to stand yet, his lithe body sprawled on the chair before her.

“It’s alright.”

“You don’t want me to distract you, huh?” his grin was lopsided, almost penitent.

Anaya shook her head, ignoring the minor skip of her heartbeat. “It’s not that…” Truthfully, she was still trying to get her mind around him being half-deaf and yet so normal. All the people she knew that were deaf didn’t seem this confident with themselves or around other people. He was both.

Tunde leaned forward and Anaya involuntarily leaned back. His eyes searched her face, gentle smile in place. “Don’t feel sorry for me, Ana. I’m just as much a man as any other. A man who wants very much to go out with you. Get to know you. You’ll let me know when I can take you out, right?”

Anaya’s cheeks warmed, shy from his candid words but she kept her head up. “I’ll think about it.” Her heart skipped a beat when his dark eyes shifted to her lips before lifting back to her eyes.

Tunde dipped his head in acknowledgment before leaning back. “Take your time, baby girl.” He winked then and rose to his feet. “Hope your friend doesn’t take too long.” He shoved one hand in his pocket and smiled gently down at her. “And don’t stay out too late. Hope to see you around.” With that, he spun on his heels and strode away from the table, leaving Anaya to stare after him.

“Baby girl!?!” Leeza sat up on the bed, gaping at Anaya as her older sister limped to the other side of the room. She slapped her thighs, grinning from ear to ear. “You skipped the first name base and already have nicknames for each other? What’s his nickname?”

Milo, a tall drink of chocolate goodness. Anaya frowned at her sister from across the room, pulling off her sweater. “There are no nicknames. Stop being silly.”

Leeza chuckled, tilting her head curiously. “You’re lying. You do have a nickname for him. What is it?”

Anaya rolled her eyes as she plopped on the desk chair by the window and folded her arms. “He has no nickname. The guy’s name is Tunde and that’s the end of that.” She could feel the warmth rising on her face and clenched her jaw against it, annoyed that she’d even thought of it. Her eyes returned to Leeza. “Where’s Dad? I didn’t notice him when I came in.”

Leeza wrinkled her nose at the change of subject and lay back on Anaya’s bed. She curled up against the pillow, still keeping her eyes on Anaya. “Someone in the community was shot. A scuffle between two college students downtown… So Dad had to go.”

Her eyes widened and she sat up. “Who? What happened?”

Leeza frowned, shrugging her shoulders. “I didn’t hear the details but I think it was between a stupid Yoruba guy and one of ours that got into it…” She sucked in her teeth in annoyance. “I can’t stand the way they fight. For whatever reason it was, it’s all very stupid.”

Anaya leaned back in her seat, her brow furrowed as she lowered her gaze to the carpeted floor. Deep in thought, she wondered about the two victims of a growing, violent rivalry between her people and the local lawless Yoruba youths and her heart twisted in pain, as if recalling that Tunde Halliday was a Yoruba man…

<<Part 4 || Part 6>>

Strangers of the Past: Part XXXVI

Posted on 19/03/2013

toucanJonathan didn’t want to leave. Even after spending a week with his wife and son, he couldn’t bring himself to leave them. He couldn’t pull his feet that were glued to the cement floor in front of the airport. Staring forlornly at his wife who stood facing him, Jonathan had to do all he could to hold himself from embracing her and never letting go. It was time to go. Again, without Hannah and their son.

Marcus watched the conflicted emotions displayed plainly on his brother-in-law’s face as he stared at Hannah standing just a few feet away and shook his head piteously. If only they had more time to convince Hannah to come with them but it was clear that Hannah was not ready to leave this place, this life.

Tampa held back a sob as she drew Hannah into a warm embrace, pressing her cheek against her sister’s. “I don’t want to leave you here.”

Hannah smiled gently, closing her eyes against Jonathan’s solemn face and tightened her arms around Tampa as much as the baby between them would allow. “I’ll miss you,” she said truthfully, having grown accustomed to her audacious twin sister even after only a couple of days.

Tampa drew back reluctantly although she braced Hannah’s shoulders with her hands, searching her sister’s face. “If you dare forget to call or email me, I’ll pack my bags and come back here to get you myself.”

Hannah laughed softly. “I promise…” Her eyes dared to drift over Tampa’s head to Jonathan and her smile waned.

“I wish summer was next week,” Tampa bemoaned, pulling Hannah back into another embrace. The promise of Hannah and Tomas visiting Houston for the summer was an attempt to appease Tampa but also Jonathan and Marcus supported the plan quietly. “I’m sure Jon feels the same.” Lifting her hands to frame Hannah’s face, Tampa’s gaze searched hers. “Whenever you feel ready to come home, don’t hesitate to let us know.”

Biting her trembling lip, Hannah managed to nod.

Tampa pulled her lips in as her eyes glittered with tears and she dropped her hands, quickly stepping away from her sister. “Alright then…” she shuffled toward her husband and leaned against him.

Surprised momentarily, Marcus recovered quickly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, smiling over at his sister-in-law. “Don’t be a stranger, Hannah. Promise?”

Hannah managed a smile. “I promise…” she sniffed back tears and watched as Marcus quietly led Tampa into the airport building toward the terminal gate entrance. She blinked at Jonathan still standing there, watching her. The tears slid quietly down her cheeks as she stared back at him.

Slowly, Jonathan stepped forward and Hannah held her breath, her eyes tracing his to remember him when he was gone. Even though she still couldn’t remember their lives together, something warm had settled in her heart over the past few days when she thought of him. Her heart knew him and missed him even if her mind couldn’t. Hannah swallowed against her dry throat as he stopped in front of her, his warm gray eyes settling on her face.

For a few moments, they remained quiet and Hannah drew in her lips, her brow furrowed up at him. She wished he would say something, anything to calm her worried heart that warned her of an uncertainty she didn’t want to consider. Even though there was the promise of seeing him during the summer or whenever he decided to drop by Vieux Forte to visit her and Tomas, something in her heart didn’t feel settled or satisfied.

“I meant to tell you something…” Jonathan finally spoke, his voice hoarse as if he hadn’t spoken in days.

Hannah blinked, knowing her voice would betray her conflicted feelings.

“In Martinique, you weren’t just a missionary worker…”

Her brow furrowed.

“You were a doctor. A licensed doctor in both the United States and the Caribbean Islands.”

Hannah’s eyes widened as her heart picked up speed, the wind knocked out of her.

Jonathan smiled wryly. “When Marcus and I came here, we were surprised that you weren’t practicing… though I noticed that you’re still working with herbs. You had—have a knack for that, finding natural alternatives in medicine. You have a gift for it.”

The tears welled up in her eyes and Hannah bit back a sob as she stared at this man that had unknowingly given her a gift she never expected to receive. “Thank… you.”

He merely gave her a sad smile and nodded, moving his hands into his pockets. “I just thought you should know that.” His Adam’s apple bobbed visibly and a crease appeared between his brows as if he was fighting himself to walk away from here and from her.

“Have a safe trip back home, Jonathan…” Hannah said hesitantly, her brown eyes tracing his face.

He swallowed hard, knowing that his home was where she was. Then he pictured the other three children waiting for him and nodded, a wave of guilt sweeping over him. He’d been away from them too long and it was time to go. “Take care of yourself and Tomas,” his voice cracked.

“You too,” she said above a whisper.

With another nod to assure himself that he was making the right decision, Jonathan reluctantly took a step toward her. “Could I…”

Hannah’s eyes widened slightly but she covered it with a nod and opened her arms. Holding her breath as Jonathan leaned in, Hannah’s eyes closed and she bit back a soft sigh as his arms curled around her, his hands splayed on her back. This warm feeling was familiar and secure, as if she belonged there. Even as he reluctantly pulled back, Hannah bit back a soft protest at the fleeting feeling of his warmth leaving her. Her eyes moved back to his gray ones and she gave him a gentle smile. “See you soon, Jonathan…”

His smile mirrored hers, although his gray eyes betrayed a hint of sadness that made her falter. “Soon, Hannah.” Then in a slow and quiet movement, Jonathan turned toward the terminal gate.

At the sight of his back facing her, Hannah’s smile dropped and the tears welled up in her eyes again. Dread settled in as she watched the blurry image of Jonathan moving toward the gate where Tampa and Marcus waited. Her heart skipped several beats and she had to grip the side of her skirt as the distance between them stretched until she couldn’t see him.

Blinking rapidly to clear her eyes, Hannah shuffled toward the entrance, her heart squeezing in her chest. Everything in her strained in protest at the thought of Jonathan leaving again and she shook her head, opening her mouth to call out to him. Her throat was tight, unyielding to the cry stuck in her chest. Frustrated, she wiped at the tears and paused at the gate. It was no use. He was gone. Maybe it was better this way. It wasn’t fair to him that she couldn’t remember the memories he held dear. He deserved a second chance with someone else… someone who would cherish him for life.

Pushing away the feeling of being abandoned again for the second time, Hannah forced herself to turn around. The tears fell silently against her cheeks as she trudged with heavy feet to the parking lot. Broken trees sprawled all over the parking lot were left untouched, reminding of her the haunting she’d survived when Jonathan and the others were with her.

For the first time since the storm, Ameya realized that things in her life had changed forever. She couldn’t just return to the life before Jonathan had arrived on the island to look for her and Tomas. She groaned deep in her throat and pressed her hands to her face, regretting not speaking up for him to stay a little longer. If only they’d had more time, maybe she could reconcile every part of her, not just her body and her heart, to the man who was her husband.

A firm jerk at her right arm halted the sobs caught in her throat and Hannah barely had time to wipe her face when she was pulled against a strong, warm chest. A relieved smile tugged at her lips even before the hand pulled her to face him and her teary eyes lifted up to the blurry image of Jonathan.

“You…” the rest of her words trailed off as Jonathan’s mouth pressed against hers in an ardent kiss. She sighed wistfully against his lips, her hands sliding around his waist and she burrowed into the warmth of his arms where she belonged. Memories restored or not, only time would tell.

<<Part 35 || Epilogue>>