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Tunde & Anaya: Part 10

Posted on 09/04/2013

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Tunde’s gentle smile remained on Anaya’s mind throughout the next few days and she couldn’t complain. Since he would be out of town for the next week on a business seminar, Tunde asked to meet with her the weekend he returned. “I’ll be waiting, pretty girl…” he said with that devastating smile of his before squeezing her hand on his way out.

Anaya shook her head to clear her thoughts, although there was a resident smile on her lips as she pushed open the classroom door and started down the hallway. She waved at two classmates on her way up the stairwell.

“Excuse me,” a female voice behind her echoed in the open stairwell.

Pausing in her step, Anaya peered over her shoulder, spotting a slender woman clad in a white doctor’s coat and her honey-colored hair slicked back in a resourceful ponytail. Anaya had never met her before. Her brow furrowed as she turned to the light-skinned woman who now made her way up to meet her.

The woman’s light brown eyes skimmed over Anaya even as she approached her. “Are you Anaya?”

“I am…” she answered hesitantly, tightening her grip on her bag strap.

Then the woman smiled, stopping right beside Anaya. “I’m Felicia Brooks.” She extended out a hand. “I’m Tunde’s friend.”

Anaya’s heart slammed against her chest as she stared at this woman. Willowy and strikingly beautiful. The way she emphasized her relationship with Tunde, Anaya couldn’t help but stiffen up.

One dark shapely brow rose when Anaya still hadn’t accepted her hand. Her lips curled up and she showed off her brilliant pearly whites. “More specifically, I’m his younger brother’s girlfriend.”

Like a needle popping a balloon, Anaya felt the air whoosh out of her lungs in relief. She readily took Felicia’s hand, much to the woman’s open amusement.

Felicia smiled gently, returning her hand to perch on her hips. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Tunde.” Her brown eyes scanned Anaya from head to toe. “Tunde doesn’t do you justice with his description. He said you were pretty… but you’re quite beautiful.”

Anaya’s cheeks warmed under the woman’s praise and she inwardly rejoiced at the picture of Tunde talking about her. Heart skipped a beat, missing the man already. “Thank you…” she answered shyly.

Felicia nodded. “Are you busy? I was hoping to talk with you for a little bit.”

She hesitated, planning on studying for the rest of the day. “Not really…” she heard herself say.

“Good. Why don’t we get an early dinner? There’s a sandwich shop across the street.”

Anaya felt her head dip in acknowledgment and started down the stairs with Felicia, wondering what this woman could possibly have to say to her.

A few minutes later and the two sat down near a window with their tray of sub sandwiches. Felicia continued her open perusal as Anaya bowed her head to say grace. When the younger woman glanced up and caught her staring, Felicia grinned. “I see why he’s enthralled by you.”

Anaya blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You’re perfect.” Felicia leaned back in her seat, shoving her hands in the pocket of her white coat. She crossed her legs. “You’re from Nigeria?”

“No… Niger.”

Felicia frowned slightly. “What’s the difference?”

Anaya smiled patiently. “There is one.” She raised a brow. “What do you mean by perfect…?”

“Has Tunde mentioned introducing you to his mother?”

Her jaw slackened as Tunde’s words pushed back to the forefront of her mind.

Felicia smirked at Anaya’s stunned silence. “Yup. In case you hadn’t figured it out already, Tunde is a very intense individual. Driven and intentional about everything he does… And he’s very serious about you.” She tilted her head to study Anaya. “What about you? Are you as serious about him as he is with you?”

Anaya swallowed hard, eyes scanning Felicia’s intent gaze for any falsehood in her words and could find none. Even though she knew she didn’t owe this stranger anything, she felt her head move affirmatively and heard the soft reply from her lips. “I am.” Something fluttered within her and Anaya shivered against it.

Days later, Anaya stared listlessly at the open book on her desk at home. She could still feel the flutters in her stomach but had come to accept them as part of her now. Meeting Felicia Brooks had been an unexpected gift, causing her to come to terms with her growing feelings for Tunde. Now more than ever, Anaya wanted to see him, couldn’t wait to tell him how she felt. She was ready for this next step.

Groaning at her wanton thoughts of throwing herself into his arms, Anaya shook her head. “Focus…” she muttered in scolding, forcing her gaze on the small print on the page.

The door suddenly flung open as a wide-eyed Leeza stumbled into the room. “Sister!”

Anaya lifted her head and frowned at her sister. “What’s the matter?”

“Look out the window!” her sister stammered, climbing over the bed that blocked the path to the window.

Heart in her throat, Anaya pushed the book away and shifted in her chair to peer out. She swallowed a gasp as she spotted Tunde’s car parked on the other side of the street. She jerked her eyes back to Leeza. “What…?”

Leeza was grinning from ear to ear. “He’s come to see Papa.”

Anaya shook her head, standing to her feet. The back of her knees were tingling. “Where is he?” She had to stop him.

“He just stepped inside.”

She stiffened, swallowing against the dryness in her throat. Too late. “Where… Mama?”

Leeza bobbed her head, still smiling. “Downstairs too.”

Her heart plummeted to the floor of her stomach and she gripped the side of her chair as her knees threatened to give way under her. She’d lied. She had not prepared herself for this.

<<Part 9 || Part 11>>

Strangers of the Past: Part XXVIII

Posted on 23/02/2013

streetsNeve heaved a sigh as dread settled in the pit of his stomach. He gently pushed the untouched cup of coffee from him and lifted his eyes to her again. “What good will it do to remember?” he heard himself ask.

Ameya blinked in confusion. “I don’t know…” she answered hesitantly, frowning at her hands propped on the countertop surface. “Wouldn’t it be good to at least remember where I came from?” her eyes lifted to his face, searching it for the truth.

He swallowed at her question and the urgency in her gaze. First and foremost, he was her doctor. Had always been even before they became friends, and right now, she wanted his help as her doctor. Neve refrained from groaning aloud and nodded. “Perhaps a year after it happened, but things have changed.” He shook his head to stop himself from thinking beyond his medical expertise. It didn’t matter now whether or not she would ever understand his heart. “After eight years, wouldn’t you only cause yourself and Tomas grieve by trying to find out the truth of your past?”

Ameya raised a brow at him. “The truth of my past?” She gave him a wry smile, lowering her gaze to her clasped hands. “You make it sound as if my past was such a bad one…” her heart dipped into her stomach, dreading it as the truth.

“I didn’t say that,” Neve mumbled, lowering his eyes from sighing at her long lashes splayed on her soft cheeks. Even now, he wanted to pull her into his arms and—he shook his head, forcing his mind on the present. “Even if you remember, what good will it do? Will you pack up and leave to search for the truth of your past?”

She blinked at her fingers, letting his question waft over her as dread settled in her. What if he was right? What if the past she’d left behind was one she’d fought hard to escape? Judging from the muddled dreams of her running and stumbling through the dark, it could be true. Ameya frowned, squeezing her fingers. “What about Tomas?” She licked her dry lips. “Even if I’m fine with never knowing the truth of my past, what about my son? What do I tell him?”

Neve’s head jerked up, his heart suddenly in his throat. “What are you saying?”

Ameya lifted her eyes to his face, smiling warily at the evident shock she found there. “Whether I can ignore it or not, Tomas’ father is out there…”

“Ameya—” Neve paused when Ameya shook her head. He swallowed against the tightness in his throat. “Y-you want to find Tomas’ father?”

A wistful smile crossed her lips as she shifted her gaze over her shoulder to where her son was now snuggling against his plush toy, another gift from Neve. “I have to…” Those dreams that left her warm and tingly inside had to mean something. She had to find out who had once loved her and who had eventually abandoned her, even if it ended up hurting more than never knowing. For Tomas’ sake, she had to learn about the origin of her son’s quirky freckles and striking gray eyes.

Her smile waned, blinking at her son’s tuft of sandy hair sticking out from behind the plush toy he hugged tightly. Gray eyes and freckles… Her heart slammed hard against her chest as she pictured the strong, freckled arm that had barred her from hitting the dashboard earlier that day. The hand belonged to the man with striking grey eyes and sandy wavy hair. Jonathan Harris, she breathed incredulously, feeling her heart skip a beat. Shaking her head, Ameya started to stand.

Neve frowned as Ameya walked quickly to sleeping Tomas. “What are you doing?” He stepped out of the stool as she perched the boy on her hip. “Where are you going?”

Ameya couldn’t answer, her mind racing as she reached on the counter for her keys and her wallet, already walking toward the front door.

“Ameya,” Neve followed her out of the house and down the sloping path to where her tourist van was parked on the street. He grabbed her free arm to stop her. “Where are you going?” he asked firmly.

She clenched her jaw as he blocked her path. “Please move, Neve. I have to go somewhere now. Let me pass.”

Neve reluctantly loosened his hold on her arm and watched helplessly as Ameya deposited Tomas in the passenger’s seat and closed the door, before rounding to her side of the car. He pushed forward, stepping between her and the car. “Where—”

“Neve!” Ameya forced out impatiently, glaring up at him. “Right now, I don’t know what to tell you. Just step aside for now and I’ll tell you when I get back. Okay?”

He blinked at her before clamped his tongue, taking a step back from the car.

Hiding a wince at the unreadable look on Neve’s face, Ameya pushed into her seat and closed the door. “I’ll be back,” she mumbled, turning on the ignition.

Neve heard the car roar to life but stared past Ameya at the sleeping Tomas beside her. As the car eased down the hill, he quietly turned to watch the red taillights disappear into the night. Even though he wasn’t sure where she was going, he knew something was about to change and he was powerless to do anything about it. Sighing desolately, Neve rubbed the back of his neck and turned to walk in the opposite direction toward his car parked on the other side of the street.

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