CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Back at Seun's house, the party seemed to be over for the guests. With Seun absent without notice and his fiancee supposedly nowhere to be found, everyone began leaving one after the other, as they were all busy in one way or another. The mood downstairs had changed completely from a somewhat exciting programme to an empty house, for some reason Ezekiel remained at the venue while Shola, again, was nowhere to be found.

Even though the livingroom was quiet with no one around but Ezekiel, the opposite was the case upstairs, though it wasn't exciting in the sense of pleasure or joy.

Shola sat in the bathroom of Seun's bedroom, leaving the door ajar, probably hoping Seun would come in anytime soon. She sat on the floor with her head bowed a little, and her back crouched as she buried herself in tears and memories of her and Samuel.

"I hope you are good?" Samuel asked, holding her hand with care as she sat on his bike.

"Yup! Ready to go!"