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Tunde & Anaya: Part 3

Posted on 11/03/2013

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Anaya sighed, trying to calm her racing heart. Clumsiness aside, something had almost happened between them. She bit her bottom lip, hobbling toward the door where Tunde was now waiting. Since he didn’t want to be near her, she’d have to find her own way to his car.

Hearing the squeaking metal of a garage door, Anaya groaned inwardly at the searing pain tearing relentlessly at her right ankle. Deciding to put pride aside, she lifted that leg and hopped towards the door. She gritted her teeth against her hot face under Tunde’s hooded gaze. He still had made no move to help her with his hands glued to his side. She ignored him and stepped over the threshold.

Still she couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief when he stepped around her to open the car door. Anaya reluctantly admitted that the feel of his strong hands bracing her back was a welcome feeling as he situated her into the car.

Tunde quietly stepped away and rounded to the other side of the car. It wasn’t until he’d strapped on his seatbelt that he then turned to face her.

Anaya blinked at the warmth in his eyes and immediately frowned, confused by it.

He cocked an expectant brow at her silence. “Directions?”

Her face flamed instantly. “Uh yeah,” she answered dumbly, straightening her spine. With his eyes on her stinging face, she related the directions to her house and once he turned to face the front of the car, Anaya released a breath.

The entire way to her house, Tunde didn’t even look at her much less start up a conversation. Anaya clenched her jaw, realizing she’d practically given this perfect stranger full permission to her home.

Risking a peek, Anaya discreetly watched the man keep his eyes dutifully on the road, taking in his high forehead, straight nose, full lips and strong, now clenched jaw. His face wasn’t anything different from other men she’d seen before—though handsome in his own right, that wasn’t the most striking part of him. His smile. She couldn’t help a sigh and bit the inside of her mouth.

Cocky, audacious but gentle mixed in one devastating grin that reached his black eyes, causing her foolish heart to flutter wildly like it did even now when he wasn’t even smiling. His jaw was clenched and his eyes stubbornly facing the front as if to avoid her. Even now, Anaya thought he was the most interesting man she’d ever met. Realizing her stray thoughts, Anaya tore her eyes away to face the window, for fear that he might have read her thoughts.

Minutes later, Tunde pulled into a driveway of a brick and slate townhouse. Anaya’s shoulders relaxed visibly, grateful for the short trip.

Tunde turned off the ignition and made his way over to the other side but Anaya had already pushed open the door and was slowly letting herself slide out of the car. Slowing to a stop, Tunde watched quietly as Anaya balanced herself on her good foot before he extended a hand to her. At her visible hesitance, Tunde sighed and reached for her hand, tucking it under his arm. Then he slid the other around her waist.

She bit her bottom lip to hold back the surprised intake of breath.  Her eyes darted quickly at the two houses sitting beside hers, knowing vigilant eyes were watching her. Anaya ducked her head as they silently walked towards the front door of the house. Then Anaya lifted her head, swallowing another gasp when she saw that his eyes had returned to her face. She cleared her throat and kept her gaze steady even if he was looking down at her mouth. Again. “Thank you for the ride and the first aid…”

“No problem,” Tunde replied in a tentative voice and Anaya turned, perturbed by his intent stare. He released a heavy sigh, “Look, Ana—Anaya, I think I overstepped my boundaries back there … I shouldn’t have done that.”

Anaya shook her head, “No really, there’s nothing to be sorry for, Tunde… Nothing happened.”

“You’re right,” he said hesitantly with a wry smile in place. “Nothing happened.” To her utter surprise, Tunde didn’t hesitate from bending down to place a kiss on her forehead where the Frisbee had left a mark. “Get salve for that, alright?”

Anaya gaped at him, dumbfounded by his sudden proximity or his unexpected action.

Seconds dragged into hours as Tunde stared down at her and she held her breath as he leaned forward again. Her heart skipped a beat or two as he suddenly reached behind her to ring the doorbell. Frowning at the feeling of relief mixed with slight disappointment, Anaya turned away from him and faced the door, waiting for someone to answer.

Footsteps rushed to the door and it suddenly flung open, a petite girl with a colorful scarf draped over her shoulders standing on the other side. She blinked up at the tall man standing beside her sister before dragging her confused expression over to Anaya. Tilting her head, her eyes widened at the sight of Anaya’s wrapped leg. “What happened?” a concerned frown marked her shiny forehead.

Anaya opened her mouth to talk but Tunde spoke instead, “A Frisbee attacked her in the park…”

“Who are you?” her sister raised a speculative brow at him, still not opening the door wider.

Tunde smiled patiently, “I’m a friend of your sister. Can you let her in? She needs to put her foot up.”

The girl reluctantly pulled away from the door and held it open, her curious attention now focused on her mute older sister.

The house was dimly lit as if it wasn’t already twelve in the afternoon and a delicious aroma sifted from the kitchen. Tunde breathed in the heavenly scent, smiling like a Cheshire cat, “What is that wonderful smell?” he couldn’t help but ask, his eyes sweeping over the living room before looking back at Anaya.

“Millet and goat meat,” Both Anaya and her sister said together. “It’s a native dish,” Anaya recited quietly, staring back at Tunde.

“I like goat meat,” Tunde said sincerely, his eyes holding hers.

“Do you want to try some, friend of my sister…?”

“Sure,” Tunde said, shifting his attention to Anaya’s sister. “And call me Tunde.”

Anaya cleared her throat to bring Tunde’s eyes back to her, “It’s more of a lunch food and is still being prepared… And I thought you had cinnamon buns at your house…” she trailed off when she felt her sister’s eyes on her.

Tunde smiled, shrugging, “Yeah but—”

“You’ve been to his house?” her sister inquired with her eyes wide. Then with a short laugh, she shook her head only to pause when Anaya glared down at her.

Noting the tension in Anaya’s glare directed at her sister, Tunde realized it was time to take his leave.  He cleared his throat, forcing the girls’ attention back to him. “I better go. I hope you’ll be alright, Ana. Do you mind if I check on you sometime this week?”

“That’s not necessary—” Anaya protested, realizing she didn’t like the obligatory tone in his voice.

“Do you have her number?” the sister asked at the same time and the sisters glared at each other again.

Tunde bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing aloud and then strode towards the door. “Don’t worry about that. Take care, Anaya.”

“Thanks again,” Anaya said softly, attempting to shuffle toward the door.

Tunde held up a hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll see myself out. Nice meeting you, little sister.”

“Come see us again,” Anaya’s sister, Leeza, said with clear amusement in her voice and smiled widely as Tunde saluted her in jest. Then as he hurried out the door, she turned to her older sister who was now glaring at her. “Relax, Ana. Now who is that man and why does he look ready to take you home as his bride?”

Anaya felt her cheeks warm under her sister’s probing gaze. “Stop. He’s just being friendly,” she mumbled to herself, trying to squelch down the stirring in her as she recalled Tunde’s request to take her out on a date.

“Friendly, my little toe,” Leeza shot back as she watched Anaya start for the stairs. “That man doesn’t just want to be your friend, sister!”

Anaya’s heart skipped violently at the thoughts that crossed her mind. She shook her head and focused her mind on the seemingly never-ending stairs ahead. There were more important things that Tunde’s intentions and confusing behavior. Right now, she had better things to do and Tunde was not one of them. Apparently her mind wasn’t as convinced since Tunde’s breathtaking smile played on like a broken record.

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Tunde & Anaya: Part 1

Posted on 01/03/2013

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May 1987

Someone was following her. She could feel it all the way to the hairs standing on her neck and a cold shiver skittered up her spine. Biting her bottom lip, Anaya crossed the pavement and picked up her feet, quickly making her way toward the parking lot.

“Wait! Hold on!” a voice called from behind her.

Anaya swallowed a whimper and quickened her pace, cursing her senses for being right this time. Too bad they weren’t as acute to help her find the blue Honda hidden in the sea of cars.

“Wait a minute, Miss!” the male voice insisted, feet slapping on pavement approaching her.

The urgency in the man’s voice inadvertently caused Anaya to slow down. It was still daytime and she could spot a few stragglers in the lot. Maybe he wouldn’t dare accost her in public. Reluctantly, she turned around to face him and almost swallowed her tongue.

Broad shoulders, lean physique and dark chocolate skin that rivaled those of the men from her home country. She jerked her eyes to the man’s face and wanted to bury herself under the pothole she stood on. His almost-black eyes danced with amusement as he caught her ogling him. Her cheeks warmed but she clenched her jaw, annoyed by the inconvenience of this handsome stranger.

“Yes,” she said in a stern voice.

The lopsided grin was equally devastating. Did the man have any flaws? “I’ve been trying to get your attention since you left the library, Miss.” He held up a thick book and Anaya’s cheeks warmed even more. As she reached for it, he moved the book toward him, his smile widening.

Anaya scowled with her face on fire at being the brunt of his smile. She jerked her hand down to her side and frowned up at the whole 6’3” length of him. “What do you want?”

His brows raised and Anaya swallowed the gasp that almost escaped her throat. Those dark eyes were the most expressive eyes she’d ever seen, as if she could literally see every thought in his mind. Shivering, Anaya took a step back and spun on her heels, continuing her urgent dash to find her car.

“Hey wait!” he said in mid laugh, his long legs striding to close the distance between them. “Okay, okay, here…” he extended the book in front of her, forcing her to stop. Smile tucked in two dimples on either side of his face, the man waited.

With a little hesitance, Anaya slowly reached for the book and tugged at it. Her scowl deepened when he didn’t let go and she glared up at him. “Stop it.”

He chuckled and released the book, watching with a smile as she jerked it from his loosened grasp. “Come out on a date with me.”

Anaya blinked up at him, her lips parting in surprise. “Pardon?”

His devastatingly-bright smile reappeared, eyes dancing. “You heard me but I’ll repeat it again. You, me, a date.” He tilted his head to study her.

She shook her head, pressing the book in front of her like a shield. “You don’t even know me,” she said, completely stunned.

He had the audacity to nod, his smile still in place. “That’s true. What’s your name?”

Anaya wanted to laugh, disbelieving the nerve of this stranger. “Look, I don’t have time for this.”

“Me neither. I have a meeting in an hour. So make it easy for both of us and tell me your name.”

There was his flaw, flashing obnoxiously like bright circus lights. Audacious pride. She almost wanted to lie and walk away. He wouldn’t know the difference anyway. But something about those eyes staring intently at her compelled her otherwise. “Anaya…” she replied, staring up at him.

He glanced down at her mouth before lifting back to her eyes, his smile turning to a full-blown grin that almost rocked her over her heels. She looked down. “Anaya… I like it.”

She swallowed a retort that it didn’t matter whether he liked it or not but her face warmed under his casual praise. Forcing her head up, she stared hard at him. “What’s your name?”

He chuckled softly at her slight bravado. “Tunde. Tunde Halliday.”

Her brow furrowed visibly. “You’re Nigerian.”

Tunde laughed openly, nodding. “That I am.” He cocked his head to the side, his black eyes scanning her face, making her face warm even more so. Thankfully her dark skin could hide her response of his open perusal. “What about you?”

“Fulani.”

His eyes widened, brows lifting up in utter surprise. He let out a short laugh. “Wow… I don’t think I’ve ever met any Fulani before.”

“Well, now you have,” she answered curtly, gripping the ends of the book. Something about that laugh warned her to step away and run. Her feet wouldn’t move.

“What subgroup?”

Her scowl deepened. Again her senses had proved right. “Goodbye Tunde.” She turned on her heels and walked away. Rather, fled as fast as she could down the aisle, thankfully spotting her dusty blue car at the end of the row.

Tunde watched the young woman scuttle away, her long braids flying behind her as she did. He smiled to himself and turned toward the entrance of the library. “Anaya…” he said under his breath, pushing open the door to be greeted by the cool air wafting from the open vents.

Osike?” Silas Halliday said, looking up from the polish sponge in his hand. “Sorry, repeat what you just said. I obviously heard you wrong.” He frowned at his older brother who leaned against the garage door.

Tunde grinned, folding his arms across his chest. “You heard me. I’ve found the woman I’m going to marry.”

Silas eyed him warily. “What’s her name?”

“Anaya. I’m yet to find out her last name.” Tunde nodded, taking a note of his next step of action. “She’s Fulani, although I’m yet to find out what part, or where she’s from.”

“Still you’re going to marry her…” Silas droned, narrowing his eyes at him.

Tunde shrugged his shoulders. “Once I get her to stop running away, yeah.”

“Have you at least asked her out on a date?”

“Tried to before she ran off. When I see her next at the library, I’ll ask again.” He pushed off the garage door and approached Silas and the motorcycle he was dutifully polishing. Tracing a hand on the gleaming metal dashboard, he smirked before looking at the man, staring at him curiously. “What?”

Silas shook his head. “You’re certifiably intense.”

Tunde laughed. “You say that every day.”

“I mean it. Who sees a girl one time and decides then and there to marry her?” He scoffed aloud. “I can’t even get Felicia to sit in one place and we’ve been together for almost three years.”

“Oh right. How is she? I don’t see her around.”

Silas raised a brow at him. “You’ve never seen her around. She’s too busy with her residency and stuff.” He snorted under his breath, returning the polish sponge over the leather seat of his bike.

“What was that?” Tunde frowned at Silas whose head was lowered to the motorcycle.

“She broke up with me.”

Tunde merely blinked at his younger brother. “Why?”

Silas shrugged his shoulders. “What else is new? She thinks I’m not a serious individual.”

Tunde shook his head, moving around the bike to the work bench where Silas’ tools were spread out meticulously in rows and columns. “Serious about what? Your mechanic business or her?” He turned back to look at his brother.

“Her.” Silas rolled his eyes. “And Mom isn’t making it easier. She’s still tripping over Felicia not being Nigerian by any stretch of the imagination.” Glancing up at his brother, his scowl darkened. “And you’ll make it worse by trying to bring a Fulani girl home. She won’t let me live anything down.”

Tunde heaved a sigh. “Calm down. This isn’t the first time you two have broken up.” He shoved his hands in his dress pants. “Maybe she’s just waiting for you to choose her.”

“Over Mom?” Silas raised both brows, having not considered that option. “Really?”

The two brothers fell into a contemplative silence as they thought of their outspoken, stubborn mother who didn’t keep her thoughts quiet about what type of women she wanted as daughter-in-laws. Her list was definitely longer than theirs and more intensive in content. No doubt she intended on pulling out every last bullet point once her sons presented their prospective girlfriends for her open scrutiny.

Both Silas and Tunde groaned audibly, imagining the trouble brewing at what Mrs. Josephine Halliday would say about her sons’ choices for marriage.

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