Arike’s POV
"Is he gone?" Dayo asked.
I grabbed a throw pillow and slapped his head from behind.
"Ouch! Why did you do that?!"
"That's for being too hard on Bamidele!"
"Oh now..you're taking sides."
"No!"
"Trying to defend your boyfriend?!"
I eyed him. "You were too harsh on him!"
"Like I care.."
"One day you'll kill someone with your words."
"I wish he had died."
"Dayo!"
"What?!"
I shook my head. "You should have allowed him have dinner before talking about him being gay. Now my food is going to waste." I hissed.
"I will have dinner with you. And if we can't finish it, I'll pay you for the waste." He stood up.
"And I'm throwing the groceries away."
I grabbed the bags on the table before he reached for it.
"You'll keep it?"
"Yes.."
"Whatever..just stay away from him."
"Don't tell me what to do!" I snapped at him.
"Okay." He raised his hands up. "I am hungry." He motioned towards the dinning area.
