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Tunde & Anaya: Part 9

Posted on 08/04/2013

sunset

“What are you doing?” Anaya said in mid laugh as Tunde stepped over the sidewalk.

“Wait. I’m coming,” he called over his shoulder as he strode purposely toward a flower shop.

Tucking one hand in the pocket of her black jumpsuit, Anaya kept her eyes on the large window of the shop, watching as Tunde approached the vendor. It was their third date and Tunde wouldn’t tell her where they were going. Not that it surprised her since he’d managed to keep their second date, a trip to the Butterfly Exhibit in the local museum, a secret. A trip she’d never forget.

Stunned, Anaya told him she’d never met a man who openly appreciated delicate beauty, only to have him retort that she was the most delicate beauty he’d ever come across. Her cheeks warmed at the memory, having replayed his sincere words in her mind all throughout the night.

Her eyes shifted when Tunde pushed open the door and stepped out of the store, grinning from ear to ear. Her lips parted as she noticed the bouquet of white lilies in his hand. How did he know? Heart skipped two beats as he made his way across the street to meet her.

“I hope you like flowers, Ana…” He said softly, extending the bouquet to her.

Anaya blinked against her tingling eyes and mutely reached for the flowers. She ducked her head to breathe in the subtle fragrance before lifting her eyes back to his face. “Thank you…” she mouthed. Never before had anyone bought her flowers, much less her favorite kind.

Tunde nodded, a gentle smile on his lips. “It’s one of my favorite flowers… and it reminds me of you.”

She smirked at him, wondering how many women he’d given this line. Still all the same, it made her feel warm. Special. “It’s my favorite too.”

He grinned wider now. “Well, that’s good then.” He then glanced down at her feet and nodded approvingly before gesturing to his right. “Let’s walk this way. I have something else for you.”

Raising a brow at him, Anaya acquiesced and walked beside him as they made their way between the tall buildings, down a narrow alleyway. From one glance at a big-faced clock propped on one of the tall buildings, she noted it was almost six. Soon she would have to take her leave from him. Her heart twisted in protest, not wanting to end the time with this man. Without any help, her heart had already grown accustomed to having him around. In a short matter of time, Tunde Halliday had become a good friend and she genuinely enjoyed his company, even if they didn’t say a word. His self-assured presence comforted her, gave her a sense of security as if she’d made the right decision agreeing to a date and several others with him.

They rounded the corner and Anaya slowed her steps when she noticed the grassy hill in front of him. She looked up at him, frowning slightly. “Are we going for a hike?”

He chuckled and reached out for her free hand. “Relax, Ana. I’m not that bad. It’s not a long climb.” He smirked down at her even as his fingers curled around hers. “If you want, I’ll piggy-back you.”

Her cheeks warmed and she shook her head. “I can climb.”

“Too bad…” He said in teasing and tugged at her hand, pulling her beside him. “Come.”

Anaya swallowed a sigh, not sure what to make of this plan of his. She gave the hill a hairy eyeball before pushing herself up beside him.

Ten minutes later and Tunde released her hand. “Here we are!” he exclaimed, the gentle breeze carrying his voice.

Anaya clutched the bouquet and scanned the blank expanse of land before her. She could see the slanted roofs of houses, the busy streets filled with cars. The sounds of bleating cars were muffled by the chirping of birds and the croaking of bullfrogs from the lake across the field below them. “I can’t believe it…” She’d lived in this city for many years and never knew there was a place like this. “It’s so quiet.”

“Peaceful,” Tunde supplied as he settled on the grass. He patted the spot beside him, grinning up at her. “Sit. It’s about to begin.”

She raised a brow even as she settled beside him, pulling the flowers onto her lap. “What’s about to begin?”

Tunde smiled warmly at her and gestured to the sky.

Anaya dragged her gaze from his face and turned in the direction he pointed. A myriad of dusky orange and purple tones painted the sky, with splotches of gray and indigo. The shadowed pinnacles of two towers pierced the vibrant sky, emphasizing the haunting splendor of the setting sun. Anaya shook her head. How could anything be so beautiful?

“Haunting, isn’t it?” Tunde’s voice prodded her from her musing.

“Very…” she whispered, overwhelmed by the scene. Her fingers curled around the stems of her bouquet. “Beautiful.”

“To think that God does things like this on a daily basis, without fail… it puts me at ease.”

Anaya nodded mutely.

“Ana…”

At the gentle urging in his voice, Anaya pulled her gaze from the sky and to his. Her mouth dried up at the tender look in his eyes.

Tunde had shifted his body to face her, as if he hadn’t been staring at the sunset the entire time. “Meeting you at the library doesn’t surprise God. I believe He allowed me to meet you there.” Without looking down, he placed a hand over hers. “Falling for you this quickly, this strongly, I know He’s not in the dark about it.”

Anaya couldn’t speak. She couldn’t look away.

“Maybe to other people, it might seem like I’m rushing everything with you…” His eyes caressed her face. “But the moment I met you, Ana, I knew I’d found what I was looking for.” He didn’t crack a smile but his gaze was tender, gentle. “I don’t plan on dating you for kicks. That has never been my intention with you. And in case there was ever a doubt in your mind what I was up to, let me settle that right now.” His thumb rubbed the back of her hand, gaze still steady on hers. “I want to marry you, Ana.”

Her eyes widened. Her heart slammed hard against her ribs, knocking the wind out of her. Marry?

Leeza sat up on the bed, gaping at Anaya who sat opposite her. “Marry?” she whispered fiercely, eyes wide.

Anaya bit her bottom lip as she nodded, still overwhelmed by the day’s events.

Her younger sister whooshed out a breath, shaking her head. “This guy… he’s intense.” She then smiled at Anaya. “It’s what you wanted in a man.”

She frowned at Leeza. “What do you mean?” She couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams meeting a man like Tunde Halliday. He was by far the most interesting, overwhelming man she’d ever met.

“All those other guys were never this intentional… this purposeful and bold.” Leeza nodded approvingly. “I like him.” She leaned back, resting her elbows on the folded blanket. “What did you tell him?”

Anaya lowered her head. “I didn’t know what to say. He told me that he’d wait for my answer on the next date.” Her heart skipped a beat as she pictured the patient look on Tunde’s face. He really was a good man. She didn’t need to fear whenever she was with him. But marriage… was she ready for that step?

“Have you told Papa?”

Anaya groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I’m scared… Everything is happening so fast.”

Leeza giggled. “Has Tunde kissed you yet? Maybe he needs to plant one on you to convince you of the next step.”

Her cheeks warmed at the thought of being enveloped in his arms, swept away by the passion of his kiss. “No, he hasn’t…” She frowned, halting her thoughts. Even though his eyes openly expressed his desire and admiration for her, Tunde hadn’t made a request or an attempt to kiss her.

Leeza grinned wide like a Cheshire cat holding a secret between her teeth. “And he still wants to marry you?” She raised a brow. “Sounds like a perfect man for you, Sister. Papa will like him.”

“What about Mama…?” Anaya muttered as worry settled in her heart. No doubt her mother would not look past Tunde’s heritage to the great man she’d come to care dearly for; a man who wanted her as his wife. Her heart twisted painfully, wishing for peace to push away the guilt within.

<<Part 8 || Part 10>>

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Tunde & Anaya: Part 8

Posted on 04/04/2013

pomegranate

Felicia Brooks lifted her head from the bowl of snap peas and gaped in Tunde’s direction. “Silas, please tell me your brother is kidding…” Her brow furrowed in concern. “You’re kidding right?”

Silas leaned back on his chair, folding his arms across his chest as he smirked in amusement at his older brother. “Wish I could, beautiful. He’s very serious.”

Tunde smirked at the disbelief displayed plainly on her face. “What’s the matter?”

She sighed patiently. “Tunde, you can’t just propose marriage to someone you haven’t even dated. That doesn’t make sense.” She glanced over at Silas. “Hold on. Does that mean she’ll get introduced to your mother before me?”

“Uh-oh,” Tunde muttered as the smile fell from Silas’ face.

“Silas…” Felicia urged, dropping the half-peeled stalk into the bowl.

The two brothers shared a glance before Silas turned back to his girlfriend. “The girl has to agree first before that. He can’t very well drag her to see our mother.” He frowned at his brother. “At least I hope not.”

Felicia whipped her head back to Tunde and the amused grin fell off his face. “Just do me a favor, Tunde.”

“What’s that?” Tunde asked, his expression serious.

“At least try to be a normal man and go out on several dates with the girl. At least before you decide to drag her to meet your mother.” Felicia raised one shapely brow. “If after that I still don’t meet your mother first, I’ll know never to forgive your brother.”

“Hey!” Silas protested, sitting up in his seat. His eyes were wide as saucers as he gaped at his girlfriend of many years. “What did I do now?”

Felicia rolled her eyes, adjusting the bowl on her lap. “Good question, Silas Halliday. What have you done?”

Tunde fought a laugh when Silas turned his questioning gaze to him. “I’ll let you guys figure that out. I’m off.” He stepped away from the counter and walked over to pick up his suit jacket draped over the couch. “Felicia…”

She lifted her head again, brow still furrowed.

“Mom’s coming in two weeks and I promised to cook. If you don’t mind helping…”

Both her shapely brows lifted and her lips curled up in a knowing smile. “Thanks Tunde.” She cut Silas a glare. “I’ll think about it.”

“Now you’ve done it, Tunde,” Silas groaned, shaking his head at his brother.

“Stop sitting on it,” Tunde said sternly, shrugging on the jacket. “And Felicia, if he doesn’t come around by then, you have my permission to break up with him.”

“Hey!!”

Felicia giggled over Silas’ loud protesting, her eyes dancing with mirth at Silas’ brother, recalling the last time Tunde came by her place to plead Silas’ case to give him one more chance. She nodded. “Yes sir.”

Tunde nodded stiffly although a soft smile played at his lips. “See you later then.” He turned to the door, waving over his shoulder.

A few minutes after Tunde had exited Silas’ apartment, Felicia nudged Silas’ leg with her foot.

“Woman, let me rest. I’m thinking.”

Felicia rolled her eyes. “That’s your problem. You think too much.” She glanced quickly at the door before turning back to face him. “Do you think he’ll do it?”

He eyed her suspiciously as she leaned her head in, eyes keen on his face. “Do what?”

“Propose, silly.” She bit her bottom lip.

Silas sighed. “I don’t know. My brother is a very intense individual. Sees something he wants and he goes for it.”

“Unlike someone I know…” Felicia raised a hand before Silas could protest. “Have you met her?”

“No…” Silas hesitated, not sure he liked the look in Felicia’s eyes.

“Good. Ask your brother to double date with us.”

He scowled. “Felicia, no.”

“Why not?” her brows lifted. “It’ll be good to see the woman that could be your sister-in-law. And mine, if you get off your cowardly behind!” She smacked his leg before returning her attention to the bowl of peas.

Silas frowned, pulling his leg from her reach. “Are you serious…?”

“About what?”

“About meeting her?”

Felicia rolled her eyes. “No, I just felt like saying that.”

“That’s not a bad idea…” He eyed her carefully. “She’s at the Texas Medical Center.”

Felicia’s fingers stilled and she looked up at Silas. “Really now…”

Silas nodded hesitantly, noting the hooded look in her eyes that was equally disconcerting.

“That’s very good…” The young woman said, lowering her eyes back to the bowl. “Very good.”

“Don’t harass her.”

Felicia laughed. “If scoping her out is harassing her, I’m not going to make that promise.”

“Felicia—”

“Until you get serious, Silas Halliday, I have no intention of hearing what you have to say about this matter.”

Silas threw an exasperated glare at the ceiling. “I am serious about you.”

She frowned at him. “Then why can’t you grow some and introduce me to your mother?” Felicia clenched her jaw. “My parents are wondering. I’m wondering. Heck, even Tunde is wondering. Why on earth are you dancing around it? Are you ashamed of me?”

He blinked at her, stunned. “A…ashamed?”

Felicia shook her head, placing the bowl on the table. “I’ve said enough and had enough of this conversation. I’m going home.” She rose to her feet.

Silas grabbed her wrist to stop her from stepping around him. “Wait a minute.” He peered up at her. “What does that mean? Ashamed. Me?”

“I get that I’m not the docile Nigerian girl your mother wanted for you,” Felicia said stiffly. “I know she will be disappointed but doesn’t my love and adoration count for anything? Am I wasting my time waiting for you?” Her eyes glistened with tears and she lifted her head to push them back.

He rose to his feet and reached for her shoulders, forcing her to look up at him. “That’s not what I’m doing, Felicia. You have to believe me.” His heart was racing. How long had she felt like this?

She shook her head, wriggling under his hold. “I’m tired of hearing that. It’s like hot air on my face now.”

Silas swallowed hard. “I’m the one that doesn’t want you to be ashamed of me.”

Felicia blinked at him. “What…?”

He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the look on her face. “I’m not smart like Tunde or like you. I don’t care for the traditional means of making money. I am a mechanic by hobby and by trade.” He forced himself to look at her, wishing to see the love in her eyes that would dispel his doubts. “I know your parents didn’t like the idea of me, a mechanic, being with their soon-to-be doctor daughter. I’m trying my best to prove them otherwise.”

She didn’t say a word, just stared at him.

Silas sighed haggardly and dropped his hands from her shoulders. “I want very much to marry you, Felicia. And I plan on doing that… Just let me prove to your parents that I can take care of you forever.”

“You’re a clown.”

He blinked at her. “Huh?”

Felicia’s lips curled in a gentle smile and she shuffled closer, reaching for his hands. “I don’t care about all that, you fool. I love you and want very much to be your wife. My parents will support whatever decision I make about my heart. They cannot govern my choice.” She lifted his arm to drape over her shoulder. “And I choose you, Silas Halliday, so stop wasting both our time and just ask me to marry you already.”

A crooked smile tugged at his lips as he stared at this outspoken, intelligent woman. “I’m a very lucky man.”

“You better not forget it.” Felicia stood on her tiptoes and placed her mouth against his. “And don’t make me wait much longer…”

<<Part 7 || Part 9>>

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