Arike’s POV
“Mom meet Mr Bamidele and his son, Adebanjo.” Iteoluwa introduced
And it was kind of funny because of the way she pronounced their names due to her New York accent. I would have laughed but it wasn’t a good time to joke. All I did was stare at the man standing in front of me.
“Arike...” he called out.
“Do you know my mom?” Iteoluwa asked.
“Yes..Yes..” he closed the gap between us.
“Mom is that true?” She asked.
My voice failed me as I stared dumbfounded. “Oh my God! Arike it is you.” Bamidele exclaimed.
I didn’t think Bamidele was going to be this happy seeing me. I thought he was going to pretend to not know me being that we didn’t end up together the way he had wanted things to go between us.
And to crown it all, I had used him and ended up breaking his heart. I contemplated what to say to him. I started to say something but I stopped.
“It is nice to see you again.” He said and then did what I never expected him to do. Bamidele embraced me.
