Chapter Five

Chapter Five 

Angela drove slowly, her thoughts a swirl of emotion and reflection. The previous night

replayed vividly in her mind—Kunle's effortless charm, his gentle smile, and then the chilling

revelation about the robbery. She shuddered at the thought of such an ordeal befalling her.

How would her father have coped if she had been in Kunle's place? The mere idea made

her stomach tighten. Despite Kunle's calmness, there was an underlying unease that Angela

couldn't shake off.

As the gates to her father's mansion swung open, a sense of relief and comfort enveloped

her. The estate, a beautiful testament to her father's hard work and resilience, felt like a

fortress against the uncertainties of the world. The long driveway, lined with impeccably

trimmed hedges and tall palm trees, led to a grand marble fountain that gleamed in the

morning sunlight.

Angela parked the car in the spacious garage and stepped out, greeted immediately by the

ever-dutiful staff.

"Good morning, Miss Angela," James, the head butler, said as he held the car door open for

her, his voice steady and professional.

"Good morning, James," Angela replied, offering him a warm smile.

As she walked toward the house, she encountered her second brother, Olatunde, who stood

with his arms folded, a stern expression on his face.

"Why did you switch off your phone yesterday?" Olatunde demanded, his tone accusatory.

"Where were you?"

Angela sighed, already bracing herself for the interrogation. "I went out with Bella to see a

show."

Olatunde's eyes narrowed. "Didn't I warn you about her? She's a bad influence. You want to

be like her?"

"We're just friends, Olatunde. I'm not trying to live her life," Angela said, keeping her voice

even.

Olatunde shook his head disapprovingly. "You've started now. Don't let me notice any funny

behavior. Anyway, Daddy is waiting for you."

Angela continued toward the house, feeling the familiar tension of navigating family

dynamics. As she walked into the house, she saw her mother in the living room, herexpression a mix of concern and affection

"Angela, when did you start sleeping out?" her mother asked, a frown creasing her forehead.

"You know you're a lady. I don't like it."

"I'm sorry, Mum," Angela said, guilt washing over her. "I'll be more careful."

Her mother's expression softened as she sighed. "I trust you, Angela. Just be wise."

Angela walked toward the veranda, knowing her father would be there enjoying his morning

coffee. Sure enough, he was seated comfortably, a magazine in his hands. He set it down as

Angela approached, his eyes lighting up with affection.

"Daddy," Angela said warmly, leaning down to kiss his cheek before sitting beside him.

"Angela," he greeted, his voice deep and reassuring. "You're back. I was beginning to worry.

Did you have a good time?"

"Yes, Daddy," Angela said, smiling. "We had fun, and we were careful."

Her father studied her for a moment, his gaze both protective and loving. "Good. But I don't

like you staying out so late. Abuja may be safe, but it's not always predictable."

Angela nodded, appreciating the concern behind his words. "I understand. I'll be more

mindful."

A housekeeper approached with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, which Angela

accepted gratefully.

Her father cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair. "I need to inform you—I'll be

traveling to Dubai next week for business. I'll be away for two months."

Angela's heart sank a little. "Two months? That's a long time, Daddy. I'll miss you."

He reached out to pat her hand, his touch comforting. "I'll miss you too, my dear. But it's

necessary for the business. While I'm away, feel free to invite Bella over to keep you

company, as long as you don't neglect your responsibilities at work and don't stress your

mother. Is there anything you'd like to tell me before I leave?"

Angela hesitated, then a shy smile crept onto her lips. "Well, I did meet someone. His name

is Kunle."

Her father's eyes twinkled with curiosity. "Ah, so my little girl is growing up. Tell me more."

"He's kind, confident, and… different. We talked this morning, and Bella seems to think he

likes me too," Angela said, her cheeks warming.

Her father chuckled. "You're old enough now to think seriously about relationships. But let me give you some advice

Angela leaned forward, eager for the wisdom she knew would follow.

"First," her father began, his tone gentle but firm, "never rush into anything. Let him earn

your trust and respect. If he asks you out, don't agree immediately. Tell him you'll think about

it and pray for guidance. Real feelings aren't built on appearances alone."

Angela listened carefully, nodding.

"Second, observe his character. See how he treats others, especially those who can't do

anything for him. A good heart is far more valuable than charm or wealth."

His expression grew more serious as he continued. "Lastly, remember this: I want you to

have a partner who cherishes you, someone who values and respects you as much as I do."

Angela tilted her head slightly, curious. "What do you mean by that, Daddy?"

Her father held up three fingers. "Three things matter when choosing a partner. First, beauty.

It's natural to be drawn to someone attractive, but remember that beauty fades. A good soul

endures forever.

"Second, money. Financial stability is important, but it's not everything. A man who earns his

money honestly and values integrity will bring peace, not stress.

"And third, respect. A man who respects you will honor you in everything he does. Respect

should be mutual, the foundation of a strong relationship."

Angela's eyes filled with appreciation. "Thank you, Daddy. I'll remember everything you've

said."

He smiled, his love for his daughter shining through. "Good. Now, let's have breakfast. You

must be hungry."

They walked together to the grand dining room, where a lavish breakfast spread awaited

them. Angela's two brothers, Olatunde and Olakunle, joined them along with their mother. As

they ate, the conversation shifted to lighter topics—memories, work, and family plans—but

Angela couldn't help reflecting on her father's advice.

His words felt like a guide, a map she knew she would carry with her through the complex

journey of relationships and life.