The Reunion recounts the narrative of Ibukun Soetan, a lady who is pushed into genuine money related inconveniences by a man she adored and who now looks for assistance from a man who was once infatuated with her however who she never thought about.
Presently, Yemi Edwards the man who once adored her boldly, sits on a multi million naira domain and his high school dreams about regardless her remain. But now, he doesn't need her heart, he needs her body; something she is not willing to give but rather that he plans to be persistent about.
Since Yemi Edwards did not get no for an answer and in light of the fact that he needed to get her years after she let him know she was slicker than his normal.
***
Escape from all appearances of wickedness.
That verse of the sacred text was one of her mom's most loved verses and she recollected the various times the more seasoned lady had rehashed it amid family holy place and family talks like a CD with a scratched surface.
Also, as much as she deep down feigned exacerbation when she began, Oyin really wanted to serenade the verse in her intuitive when she woke up that morning.
Fiendishness was attractive, smooth, witty. Underhandedness was her pompous companion. Wickedness was sweeter than chocolate bars and Evil was calling her at this moment on her wireless.
She overlooked the call, slipped her feet into her restroom shoes and made for the washroom.
It was marginally nippy that morning; the Harmattan climate was harsher than a vexed Rapper in a Rap fight and despite the fact that she had woken up amidst the night to kill the Air Conditioner, so far it had done nothing.
She had likewise tunneled under her overwhelming zebra striped duvet, covering herself from her head to her feet in an offer to be far from the unkind climate.
Furthermore, despite the fact that the overwhelming fabric had offered her warmth, it had ended up being transient since now as she opened the lavatory entryway, she shuddered marginally as a consequence of the frosty breeze that respected her.
"Ugh" She said unmoved, she didn't care for Harmattan season. It was dependably excessively brutal when it was icy and excessively unforgiving when it was hot.
The prior night, she had wound up in Kolapo's two room condo after supper. The lovely little house which remained solitary in a compound some place after Ajah had offered her solace and chuckling and great nourishment.
Be that as it may, she'd just possessed the capacity to take the solace and the chuckling on the grounds that she had eaten a considerable measure at the Bucknor's. Yet, Kolapo had not been irate, rather, he had poured her a glass of water and they had talked late into the night.
His affections for her had been revealed like Kim Kardashian for Paper Magazine, his feelings uncovered and the validity of his heart played out like a film on the extra large screen.
Also, she knew she trusted him, she knew she completely trusted him.
He had dropped her off at around 3am in the morning, both depleted from the profound discussion and reinforced from the learning of seeing one another plainly.
She had learnt about his Parents, his grandma, his adolescence, his relentless affection for broiled corn and coconut.
He had learnt about her Father's demise; the most exceedingly awful agony she ever felt, her affection for singed fish and garri absorbed frosty water and with bounty sugar, her adoration for Amber Rose despite the fact that the entire world saw just the sexual lady all things considered.
They had talked about stimulation, governmental issues, nollywood and design. She killed the shower and made for her Kitchen, there was no chance she was washing with the chilly water impacting from the thing. She was going to bubble water with her pot and have her shower with it.
Her day at the Hospital would have been brief, it was an open occasion and Kolapo and she had plans after her ward rounds. So it was certainly one of those days she was anticipating; sluggish, calm and highlighting a great deal of TV appears.
She turned on her gas, filled her pot with water and put it on the blue fire blazing from the gas cooker.
Her mom had dependably chided her for turning the cooker on before getting prepared for it yet some way or another, she had kept that unfortunate propensity.
She didn't cook much at any rate, so it was not something she did over and over again. What's more, for her, the less she did it, the less the danger was prone to happen. Furthermore, water was the one thing she bubbled regularly on the gas and that was on account of her Electric Kettle chose to pack up.
What's more, she was not prepared to purchase another at any point in the near future. Really, she was trusting somebody would host a get-together and convey Electric Kettles as keepsake.
Her ringtone made her advance over into the room, she was verging on certain it was Segun however once more, experience had taught her that he may be a normal guest yet he was by all account not the only guest.
Furthermore after the prior night, she knew Kolapo would be a consistent.
Furthermore, it was he calling her.
"KP, hey"
"Hey, Oyin" His voice was low, as though something wasn't right with him and immediately, she got to be concerned.
"It is safe to say that you are alright?"
"No" He answered, affirming her reasons for alarm.
"Gracious good lord, what's off-base?"
"My Grandmother"
Oyin's heart avoided a beat, the prior night, she had come to comprehend the profound bond Kolapo imparted to his grandma; she was the focal point of his universe and saying he cherished her enormously was understating the obvious.
Mumbling a quiet request to God, she trusted that the lady was alright.
"What's the matter with her?"
"I don't have a clue. The Doctors can't say yet I stress it may be terrible"
"Amazing"
"I am going to Ife in 60 minutes. Could I ask you some help?"
She knew she would give it before he even asked, "Beyond any doubt"
"Could you accompany me? I guarantee we would be back this evening"
"Beyond any doubt"
***
Segun was furious at Oyin yet with her, he had learnt to put his annoyance under control. The reality of the situation was no other individual could do that to him and previously, he had trusted that was completely taking into account the way that they were close and he needed to figure out how to move beyond her irritating demeanor for the purpose of companionship.
In any case, as he played another round of PES on his PlayStation, his indignation started to debilitate to surface.
She could have at any rate sent him a message or gave back his three missed calls.
He didn't call anybody that way however he had in light of the fact that it was her and on the grounds that he knew she was out late with that Kolapo fella.
It dislike he had anything against the fellow but rather he likewise did not believe any gentleman with Oyin that late. Additionally companions kept an eye on companions, isn't that right?
His telephone rang, half eased and half irritated that it may be her, he hurled his cushion aside and went after it.
It was Ola.
Somewhat disillusioned he picked it, "Hi"
"Wassup Segun how are you?"
"Fine jare. How body?"
"We dey o. We just dey push am"
"The twins dey collaborate?"
"Dem conceived their Papa well make dem no collaborate?"
Segun grinned, that was Ola's method for reacting to his inquiry regarding her welfare. She was not the same as a large portion of the ladies he knew, even Oyin.
"Abeg, have you identified with Oyin today? I have been calling her however she has not been picking. I'm concerned on the grounds that that dislike her. Not even on days we're battling"
Segun abruptly came back to the stressed mode, he knew Ola was correct. Oyin never truly disregarded calls for so long regardless of the circumstance. What's more, it had been four hours since he had been attempting to contact her.
"I don't have a clue about what's going on myself. I have called in any event thrice today"
Ola murmured, "Alright na. I was simply calling to get some information about something we both put in a request for. I'd continue attempting her sha" and after that she included, "How far with you individuals' supper the previous evening? Trust you folks are reinforcing the bond?"
Segun declined to be enticed to ask Ola what "fortifying the bond" implied. He knew her all around ok to know she was naughty and he was not giving into her evil this time around.
So as opposed to reacting, he snickered and said "Ola, you're not genuine. Abeg welcome Kayode for me"
She laughed, "Okay. Bye" then hung up.
Inquisitive, Segun dialed Oyin's number once more, this time she picked.
"Segun, express gratitude toward God you called. Please I urgently require your assistance"
"Are you affirm?" He asked, in a split second sitting up, stressed that something may have transpired.
"No, well, definitely, kinda"
"Please which is the situation?" He could hear autos zooming past and sounding from the flip side of the line. Where the hell would she say she was?
"I have a tremendous issue. I am on Lagos Ibadan interstate and our auto simply built up an issue. My technician's number is not experiencing and… please would you be able to accompany your auto? Like at this moment?"
She was starting to see him from an alternate perspective, sincerely.She turned off the shower and made for her Kitchen, there was no way she was bathing with the cold water blasting from the thing. She was going to boil water with her kettle and have her bath with it.
Her day at the Hospital was going to be brief, it was a public holiday and Kolapo and she had plans after her ward rounds. So it was definitely one of those days she was looking forward to; lazy, quiet and featuring a lot of TV shows.
She turned on her gas, filled her kettle with water and placed it on the blue flame burning from the gas cooker.
Her mother had always scolded her for turning the cooker on before getting ready for it but somehow, she had kept that bad habit.
She did not cook much anyway, so it was not something she did too often. And for her, the less she did it, the less the risk was likely to occur. Besides, water was the one thing she boiled often on the gas and that was because her Electric Kettle decided to pack up.
And she was not ready to buy another one anytime soon. Actually, she was hoping someone would have a party and distribute Electric Kettles as souvenir.
Her ringtone caused her to make her way back into the room, she was almost certain it was Segun but again, experience had taught her that he might be a regular caller but he was not the only caller.
Plus after the night before, she knew Kolapo would be a constant.
And it was he calling her.
“KP, hey”
“Hey, Oyin” His voice was low, as if something was wrong with him and instantly, she became worried.
“Are you okay?”
“No” He replied, confirming her fears.
“Oh my goodness, what’s wrong?”
“My Grandmother”
Oyin’s heart skipped a beat, the night before, she had come to understand the deep bond Kolapo shared with his grandmother; she was the center of his universe and saying he loved her greatly was putting it mildly.
Muttering a silent prayer, she hoped that the woman was okay.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“I don’t know. The Doctors can’t say but I worry it might be bad”
“Wow”
“I am going to Ife in an hour. Can I ask you a favour?”
She knew she would give it before he even asked, “Sure”
“Can you come with me? I promise we would be back tonight”
“Sure”
***
Segun was angry at Oyin but with her, he had learnt to put his anger under control. The truth was no other person could do that to him and in the past, he had chosen to believe that was entirely based on the fact that they were very close and he had to find a way to get past her annoying attitude for the sake of friendship.
But as he played another round of PES on his PlayStation, his anger began to threaten to surface.
She could have at least sent him a message or returned his three missed calls.
He did not call anyone that way but he had because it was her and because he knew she was out late with that Kolapo dude.
It was not like he had anything against the guy but he also did not trust any guy with Oyin that late. Plus friends checked on friends, didn’t they?
His phone rang, half relieved and half annoyed that it might be her, he tossed his pad aside and reached for it.
It was Ola.
Slightly disappointed he picked it, “Hello”
“Wassup Segun how are you?”
“Fine jare. How body?”
“We dey o. We just dey push am”
“The twins dey cooperate?”
“Dem born their Papa well make dem no cooperate?”
Segun smiled, that was Ola’s way of responding to his question about her welfare. She was different from half the women he knew, even Oyin.
“Abeg, have you spoken to Oyin today? I have been calling her but she has not been picking. I’m worried because that is not like her. Not even on days we’re fighting”
Segun suddenly returned to the worried mode, he knew Ola was right. Oyin never really ignored calls for so long no matter the situation. And it had been four hours since he had been trying to reach her.
“I don’t know what’s going on myself. I have called at least thrice today”
Ola sighed, “Okay na. I was just calling to ask her about something we both placed an order for. I’d keep trying her sha” and then she added, “How far with you people’s dinner last night? Hope you guys are strengthening the bond?”
Segun refused to be tempted to ask Ola what “strengthening the bond” meant. He knew her well enough to know she was mischievous and he was not giving into her mischief this time around.
So instead of responding, he laughed and said “Ola, you’re not serious. Abeg greet Kayode for me”
She chuckled, “Alright. Bye” then hung up.
Curious, Segun dialed Oyin’s number again, this time she picked.
“Segun, thank God you called. Please I desperately need your help”
“Are you okay?” He asked, instantly sitting up, worried that something might have happened to her.
“No, well, yeah, kinda”
“Please which is the case?” He could hear cars zooming past and honking from the other end of the line. Where the heck was she?
“I have a huge problem. I am on Lagos Ibadan expressway and our car just developed a fault. My mechanic’s number is not going through and… please can you come with your car? Like right now?”
Presently, Yemi Edwards the man who once adored her boldly, sits on a multi million naira domain and his high school dreams about regardless her remain. But now, he doesn't need her heart, he needs her body; something she is not willing to give but rather that he plans to be persistent about.
Since Yemi Edwards did not get no for an answer and in light of the fact that he needed to get her years after she let him know she was slicker than his normal.
***
Escape from all appearances of wickedness.
That verse of the sacred text was one of her mom's most loved verses and she recollected the various times the more seasoned lady had rehashed it amid family holy place and family talks like a CD with a scratched surface.
Also, as much as she deep down feigned exacerbation when she began, Oyin really wanted to serenade the verse in her intuitive when she woke up that morning.
Fiendishness was attractive, smooth, witty. Underhandedness was her pompous companion. Wickedness was sweeter than chocolate bars and Evil was calling her at this moment on her wireless.
She overlooked the call, slipped her feet into her restroom shoes and made for the washroom.
It was marginally nippy that morning; the Harmattan climate was harsher than a vexed Rapper in a Rap fight and despite the fact that she had woken up amidst the night to kill the Air Conditioner, so far it had done nothing.
She had likewise tunneled under her overwhelming zebra striped duvet, covering herself from her head to her feet in an offer to be far from the unkind climate.
Furthermore, despite the fact that the overwhelming fabric had offered her warmth, it had ended up being transient since now as she opened the lavatory entryway, she shuddered marginally as a consequence of the frosty breeze that respected her.
"Ugh" She said unmoved, she didn't care for Harmattan season. It was dependably excessively brutal when it was icy and excessively unforgiving when it was hot.
The prior night, she had wound up in Kolapo's two room condo after supper. The lovely little house which remained solitary in a compound some place after Ajah had offered her solace and chuckling and great nourishment.
Be that as it may, she'd just possessed the capacity to take the solace and the chuckling on the grounds that she had eaten a considerable measure at the Bucknor's. Yet, Kolapo had not been irate, rather, he had poured her a glass of water and they had talked late into the night.
His affections for her had been revealed like Kim Kardashian for Paper Magazine, his feelings uncovered and the validity of his heart played out like a film on the extra large screen.
Also, she knew she trusted him, she knew she completely trusted him.
He had dropped her off at around 3am in the morning, both depleted from the profound discussion and reinforced from the learning of seeing one another plainly.
She had learnt about his Parents, his grandma, his adolescence, his relentless affection for broiled corn and coconut.
He had learnt about her Father's demise; the most exceedingly awful agony she ever felt, her affection for singed fish and garri absorbed frosty water and with bounty sugar, her adoration for Amber Rose despite the fact that the entire world saw just the sexual lady all things considered.
They had talked about stimulation, governmental issues, nollywood and design. She killed the shower and made for her Kitchen, there was no chance she was washing with the chilly water impacting from the thing. She was going to bubble water with her pot and have her shower with it.
Her day at the Hospital would have been brief, it was an open occasion and Kolapo and she had plans after her ward rounds. So it was certainly one of those days she was anticipating; sluggish, calm and highlighting a great deal of TV appears.
She turned on her gas, filled her pot with water and put it on the blue fire blazing from the gas cooker.
Her mom had dependably chided her for turning the cooker on before getting prepared for it yet some way or another, she had kept that unfortunate propensity.
She didn't cook much at any rate, so it was not something she did over and over again. What's more, for her, the less she did it, the less the danger was prone to happen. Furthermore, water was the one thing she bubbled regularly on the gas and that was on account of her Electric Kettle chose to pack up.
What's more, she was not prepared to purchase another at any point in the near future. Really, she was trusting somebody would host a get-together and convey Electric Kettles as keepsake.
Her ringtone made her advance over into the room, she was verging on certain it was Segun however once more, experience had taught her that he may be a normal guest yet he was by all account not the only guest.
Furthermore after the prior night, she knew Kolapo would be a consistent.
Furthermore, it was he calling her.
"KP, hey"
"Hey, Oyin" His voice was low, as though something wasn't right with him and immediately, she got to be concerned.
"It is safe to say that you are alright?"
"No" He answered, affirming her reasons for alarm.
"Gracious good lord, what's off-base?"
"My Grandmother"
Oyin's heart avoided a beat, the prior night, she had come to comprehend the profound bond Kolapo imparted to his grandma; she was the focal point of his universe and saying he cherished her enormously was understating the obvious.
Mumbling a quiet request to God, she trusted that the lady was alright.
"What's the matter with her?"
"I don't have a clue. The Doctors can't say yet I stress it may be terrible"
"Amazing"
"I am going to Ife in 60 minutes. Could I ask you some help?"
She knew she would give it before he even asked, "Beyond any doubt"
"Could you accompany me? I guarantee we would be back this evening"
"Beyond any doubt"
***
Segun was furious at Oyin yet with her, he had learnt to put his annoyance under control. The reality of the situation was no other individual could do that to him and previously, he had trusted that was completely taking into account the way that they were close and he needed to figure out how to move beyond her irritating demeanor for the purpose of companionship.
In any case, as he played another round of PES on his PlayStation, his indignation started to debilitate to surface.
She could have at any rate sent him a message or gave back his three missed calls.
He didn't call anybody that way however he had in light of the fact that it was her and on the grounds that he knew she was out late with that Kolapo fella.
It dislike he had anything against the fellow but rather he likewise did not believe any gentleman with Oyin that late. Additionally companions kept an eye on companions, isn't that right?
His telephone rang, half eased and half irritated that it may be her, he hurled his cushion aside and went after it.
It was Ola.
Somewhat disillusioned he picked it, "Hi"
"Wassup Segun how are you?"
"Fine jare. How body?"
"We dey o. We just dey push am"
"The twins dey collaborate?"
"Dem conceived their Papa well make dem no collaborate?"
Segun grinned, that was Ola's method for reacting to his inquiry regarding her welfare. She was not the same as a large portion of the ladies he knew, even Oyin.
"Abeg, have you identified with Oyin today? I have been calling her however she has not been picking. I'm concerned on the grounds that that dislike her. Not even on days we're battling"
Segun abruptly came back to the stressed mode, he knew Ola was correct. Oyin never truly disregarded calls for so long regardless of the circumstance. What's more, it had been four hours since he had been attempting to contact her.
"I don't have a clue about what's going on myself. I have called in any event thrice today"
Ola murmured, "Alright na. I was simply calling to get some information about something we both put in a request for. I'd continue attempting her sha" and after that she included, "How far with you individuals' supper the previous evening? Trust you folks are reinforcing the bond?"
Segun declined to be enticed to ask Ola what "fortifying the bond" implied. He knew her all around ok to know she was naughty and he was not giving into her evil this time around.
So as opposed to reacting, he snickered and said "Ola, you're not genuine. Abeg welcome Kayode for me"
She laughed, "Okay. Bye" then hung up.
Inquisitive, Segun dialed Oyin's number once more, this time she picked.
"Segun, express gratitude toward God you called. Please I urgently require your assistance"
"Are you affirm?" He asked, in a split second sitting up, stressed that something may have transpired.
"No, well, definitely, kinda"
"Please which is the situation?" He could hear autos zooming past and sounding from the flip side of the line. Where the hell would she say she was?
"I have a tremendous issue. I am on Lagos Ibadan interstate and our auto simply built up an issue. My technician's number is not experiencing and… please would you be able to accompany your auto? Like at this moment?"
She was starting to see him from an alternate perspective, sincerely.She turned off the shower and made for her Kitchen, there was no way she was bathing with the cold water blasting from the thing. She was going to boil water with her kettle and have her bath with it.
Her day at the Hospital was going to be brief, it was a public holiday and Kolapo and she had plans after her ward rounds. So it was definitely one of those days she was looking forward to; lazy, quiet and featuring a lot of TV shows.
She turned on her gas, filled her kettle with water and placed it on the blue flame burning from the gas cooker.
Her mother had always scolded her for turning the cooker on before getting ready for it but somehow, she had kept that bad habit.
She did not cook much anyway, so it was not something she did too often. And for her, the less she did it, the less the risk was likely to occur. Besides, water was the one thing she boiled often on the gas and that was because her Electric Kettle decided to pack up.
And she was not ready to buy another one anytime soon. Actually, she was hoping someone would have a party and distribute Electric Kettles as souvenir.
Her ringtone caused her to make her way back into the room, she was almost certain it was Segun but again, experience had taught her that he might be a regular caller but he was not the only caller.
Plus after the night before, she knew Kolapo would be a constant.
And it was he calling her.
“KP, hey”
“Hey, Oyin” His voice was low, as if something was wrong with him and instantly, she became worried.
“Are you okay?”
“No” He replied, confirming her fears.
“Oh my goodness, what’s wrong?”
“My Grandmother”
Oyin’s heart skipped a beat, the night before, she had come to understand the deep bond Kolapo shared with his grandmother; she was the center of his universe and saying he loved her greatly was putting it mildly.
Muttering a silent prayer, she hoped that the woman was okay.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“I don’t know. The Doctors can’t say but I worry it might be bad”
“Wow”
“I am going to Ife in an hour. Can I ask you a favour?”
She knew she would give it before he even asked, “Sure”
“Can you come with me? I promise we would be back tonight”
“Sure”
***
Segun was angry at Oyin but with her, he had learnt to put his anger under control. The truth was no other person could do that to him and in the past, he had chosen to believe that was entirely based on the fact that they were very close and he had to find a way to get past her annoying attitude for the sake of friendship.
But as he played another round of PES on his PlayStation, his anger began to threaten to surface.
She could have at least sent him a message or returned his three missed calls.
He did not call anyone that way but he had because it was her and because he knew she was out late with that Kolapo dude.
It was not like he had anything against the guy but he also did not trust any guy with Oyin that late. Plus friends checked on friends, didn’t they?
His phone rang, half relieved and half annoyed that it might be her, he tossed his pad aside and reached for it.
It was Ola.
Slightly disappointed he picked it, “Hello”
“Wassup Segun how are you?”
“Fine jare. How body?”
“We dey o. We just dey push am”
“The twins dey cooperate?”
“Dem born their Papa well make dem no cooperate?”
Segun smiled, that was Ola’s way of responding to his question about her welfare. She was different from half the women he knew, even Oyin.
“Abeg, have you spoken to Oyin today? I have been calling her but she has not been picking. I’m worried because that is not like her. Not even on days we’re fighting”
Segun suddenly returned to the worried mode, he knew Ola was right. Oyin never really ignored calls for so long no matter the situation. And it had been four hours since he had been trying to reach her.
“I don’t know what’s going on myself. I have called at least thrice today”
Ola sighed, “Okay na. I was just calling to ask her about something we both placed an order for. I’d keep trying her sha” and then she added, “How far with you people’s dinner last night? Hope you guys are strengthening the bond?”
Segun refused to be tempted to ask Ola what “strengthening the bond” meant. He knew her well enough to know she was mischievous and he was not giving into her mischief this time around.
So instead of responding, he laughed and said “Ola, you’re not serious. Abeg greet Kayode for me”
She chuckled, “Alright. Bye” then hung up.
Curious, Segun dialed Oyin’s number again, this time she picked.
“Segun, thank God you called. Please I desperately need your help”
“Are you okay?” He asked, instantly sitting up, worried that something might have happened to her.
“No, well, yeah, kinda”
“Please which is the case?” He could hear cars zooming past and honking from the other end of the line. Where the heck was she?
“I have a huge problem. I am on Lagos Ibadan expressway and our car just developed a fault. My mechanic’s number is not going through and… please can you come with your car? Like right now?”
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