Seriously!!! Oh, u're such a darling,

Hmmm. I love love stories. *wide grin*

Some one should please continue this story naw

I just finished Moshe's story on ur blog n I'm almost in tears ryt nw. Awwww. Yeah, l kinda got stuck with dat too. I feel very happy 4 her n Kevin.
Pls remind me, its friction. Nt real.
Bt then am happy for her.
Hmmm, Tamisho n Richard, cnt wait 2 knw wat happens on friday.
Good job sis *thumbs up* *salute*

@cuddlemii, was it dat gud? Seriously, l need 2 kw, bt l dnt think l was.
Thx, Hoyeenz

Efemena_xy:

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The feel of the hot, humid November afternoon heat on her skin, as they stepped out of the cool hospital building was a shock to her system. Although it was just three o'clock in the afternoon, it felt like it was noonday and Lola could feel herself starting to perspire under the direct rays of the sun.

Away from the confines of the hospital and the constraints of doctor-patient professionalism, Kingsley could let his guard down a bit more. He wanted more than ever, more than the living breath he drew in, to suddenly hold, hug and clasp Lola tightly to himself. He so much wanted to close that one inch distance between them, place his arms behind her waist and pull her body close to him...so close that they could feel their hearts beating against each other as though as one, in perfect unison. The need was so tangible that it hurt and he didn't know how much longer he could bear the torture of having her this close, oh so close to him but yet far. With superhuman effort, he willed himself to hold back. He had only just found her and he certainly didn't want to risk scaring her away from him.

As they made their way towards Kingsly's sleek ivory coloured Lexus CT 200h, hybrid luxary compact car, parked under the shade of a mango tree, Lola let out a surprised gasp as she beheld the item of beauty. She stood rooted to the ground in awe as Kingsley outstretched an arm and unlocked the doors remotely.

"Like it?" He asked, smiling at her as she stared mesmerized by it.

"Er..yes...it IS beautiful" She answered, shyly. He seems to have come a long way in just three years, she thought to herself.

"Thanks". Nudging her gently towards the passenger seat, he opened up the door for her, holding her hand as she settled in the car. Once seated, he gently closed the door then walked round to the driver's seat.

"This is just one of the perks that comes with the consultancy position I hold in the hospital, Lola" he said in a quiet, almost sad tone to her, as they both fastened their seat belts. But all of these mean absolutely nothing to me if I don't have you, my darling, to share them with he thought silently to himself, as he turned on the ignition switch.

As she fastened her seatbelt, Kingley switched on the air conditioning and slipped in AZ's CD rendition of the musical last night. Lola drew a sudden sharp intake of breath as she recognized the sultry tunes of the R'n B hit track. It was the same track they'd both been listening that faithful night their daughter, Sandra was conceived. She could feel the tears hotly sting the back of her eyes as the memories of that passion-filled night came rushing back, flooding her senses.

She half turned in her seat to find Kingsley watching her intently.

"Lola", his voice broke, thick with unbridled passion, as he leaned towards her, gently holding her hands in his again like he had done earlier that morning. "Do you remember this song? Our Song?"

She nodded, not trusting her self to speak coherently as she was struggling to hold herself from breaking down before him. She used all her inner will strength to stop herself from reaching out her hand to gently caress his face. It was a vain effort as she suddenly gave in to the temptation, and gently placed her palm on his cheek.

That was all the encouragement he needed and with a groan wrenched from deep within him, he held both her hands and covered them with kisses

"Lola...my darling...my sweet baby...I've missed you so much..."

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Lola gently pulled her hand away from his kisses. She was weak within. She couldn’t continue to bear it. ‘’I want to go home’’, she said, and relaxed her body into the seat. I can’t go through this again, she thought to herself. I just can’t. But you love him. Do I? No, I don’t. Her mind fought back and forth with the thought of loving Kingsley or not. She was lost in her thoughts and didn’t hear him mutter “I’m sorry”. She was jolted from her thoughts when he started the car. The journey home was almost quiet. Kingsley had the urge to talk to her but he knew this wasn’t the right time.
A few minutes from home, he softly asked, “Lola, I want to see you again.” She swallowed.
“Why”, she asked.
He sighed,” I have a lot to tell you, we have a lot to talk about but I don’t want to rush you I just...” His words faded with his voice. It was difficult for him too. He knew it was hard for her too.
“Please, I really need to talk to you, I really want to see you again, but you need to rest, I’ll check on you next week, may we can work something out then.” All she said was “ok”. She wanted to see him too. “Thank you”, he said politely. He then took her hand and kissed the back of her palm, it sent familiar shivers down her spine.
The crowd in the front of the Olatunji’s were talking endlessly as the Lexus slowed down in front of the house and stopped, several pairs of eyes were fixed on the vehicle that had just arrived and their minds were wondering who it is, until Lola stepped out of the car. The noise was as loud as that of a stadium, especially when a goal had just been scored.
”Welcome”, ”sorry o”, ”pele”, ”ndo”, ”sonu”, even the mallam who sells petty things was there to welcome her.
It was shocking. This was the same neighborhood that looked at her with scorn and gossiped behind her whenever she walked passed.
Her parents came out of the house on hearing the noise. Her father stepped out first, carrying Sandra. Immediately, Sandra saw her mother she screamed, ” Mummy!.” Mr. Olatunji put the little girl on the floor and she ran towards her mother. Lola lifted her up in her hands and kissed her. Sandra hugged her mother tight and whispered, “I miss u, mummy”, “I missed you too”, Lola replied. Mr. Olatunji patted Lola on her back and gave her a warm embrace and walked toward Kingsley to welcome him and thank him for bringing his daughter home.
Mrs Olatunji moved towards her daughter and hugged her, almost choking her. “Lola, oko mi, pele, aahh, oju e re.” “Ese o, e ku idide o”’, she turned to the well-wishers, thanking them and indirectly telling them to go back to their homes.
“Let’s go inside”, Mr. Olatunji urged his family and their guest. Kingsley kept staring at Sandra. He could not understand. Lola has a child? Is she now married? He mind kept on asking questions as they all stepped into the living room.
The smelled of the ogbono soup filled the air. ‘Hmm’, Lola sighed. It was so good to be home.
“Our doctor” said Mrs. Olatunji to Kingsley, “come and sit. Lola, you too sit. I have prepared food for you”, and she hurried into the kitchen.
“Ma, you don’t… Kinsley started but was cut short by Mr Olatunji’s “no, no, no, you have to eat. My son, do you know what you have done for me? You can’t understand. You have given me back my daughter, and what do I give you in return, a plate of meal? That’s not even worth a minute fraction of her life. Please you have to eat, besides, my wife has been preparing all day. Please.” Kingsley had no more to say, he had no choice. The table was set before him. The aroma was inviting. It was irresistible. He silently thanked god that Lola’s father had persuaded him .he watched Lola and her daughter as they ate. His questions began to fill his head again. He couldn’t comprehend it.
After a little talk about his demanding job, the country’s politics and the educational sector with
Lola’s father, Kingsley rose up to leave. He turned to Lola and asked,”Can I have your number, I need to check on you occasionally, to ensure you are using your medication.”
Immediately, Lola recalled everything that happened the night she fainted and remembered the most important thing, her interview! Her mother who had been watching her face calmed her, “don’t worry, everything is alright.” Her father turned to Kingsley,”let me give it to you.” After the exchange of numbers and pleasantries, Kingsley got into his car and drove off.
When her parents came in after seeing Kingsley off, Lola asked,”mummy, where is my phone.” Her father interjected, “Lola, you have to rest like the doctor advised.”
“But I need to check my mail”, Lola protested, “I need to know the outcome of the interview I went for two weeks ago.” Two weeks ago, would hold down a job for two weeks”, her mother argued.
Lola sighed, maybe they were right, she thought. She drifted into sleep with her daughter in her arms.
Back in the kitchen, Lola’s mother asked her husband, ‘did you notice any resemblance between Sandra and the doctor’,
“ The doctor? “ Lola’s father looked puzzled.
“Yes, the doctor, I’m going to ask Lola about it, and I keep wondering how she knew his name at the hospital. I hope she remembers. ”

A saying goes thus; if you want to read a book that as not been written, write it. Madams Efe and Oluchi and all co-authors, pls criticise constructively. i hope i did a good job.

Efemena_xy: No worries

Thx

Holy Mary!! OMG!! Am so very sowie, ma'am. I hope my apology is acceptd. Ndo, biko.

Uncle Efemena, if u continue d story, I wil buy u cheese balls *sobs and sighs*

Efemena_xy:
No. No. No. No.

y? Y? Y? Y? Pls naw

Pls continue d story o. E don dey sweet :-)

i so much enjoyed reading this, dats naija, once a nigerian always a nigerian