Arike's POV
"Wait...Arike.." he grabbed my elbow before I reached for the door. I looked down at his hold on me.
"Bamidele.." I placed my hand on his. "You don't have to open up to me if you don't want to." I said but hoping he would just tell me everything.
He shook his head. "I will tell you everything. Please stay with me." His eyes pleaded with me.
"Okay..okay..let's seat down." I said.
He motioned towards the couch to sit down.
Bamidele heaved a sigh as he started off. "My parents died in a plane when I was 12."
"Oh..I am sorry about that..." I mumbled.
He nodded in acknowledgement. "They were out for a vacation out of the country."
"You survived the crash?" I asked without thinking. What a silly question!
Of course! Bamidele wouldn't have survived a plane crash without sustaining a permanent injury.
