I got to Tunde’s place and sighted my fiancé’s Range Rover parked in front of the gate. “Did he fly?” I wondered. He came out of his car when he sighted me. He gave me a side hug and we went inside, no gateman. The gate was not locked.
We met Tunde lying on the floor, drunk to stupor. When did he start taking alcohol?
He had already packed his personal belongings. Daniel and I helped him up and made him sit on the sofa. He was crying like a baby, reeling of alcohol.
“You need to man up guy! This is not the end of the world,” Daniel said.
I picked one of the empty beer bottles on the floor.
“Now that you’ve resorted to alcohol, how has it solved your problems! Tunde, is this the solution?” I raised the bottle to his face.
“Tunde, you are a disappointment. Take a look at you, you are a mess right now.” I added.
He buried his face in his palms, sobbing.
“You need to take your bath and change. We need to get you out of here since you’ve been ejected,” I said and pulled him up.
Daniel led him upstairs to the bathroom and returned shortly.
“Daniella! What are you trying to do? Where will you take him?” he asked anxiously.
“Don’t worry, he’s not coming to the mansion; I can’t allow him stay with you.” I replied
“Hope you are not thinking of taking him to your house either?”
“No! He still has a friend who can help him out. Remember the guy from his former house?”
I put a call through to Francis and explained the issue on ground.
“What are friends for? You can bring him,” he said.
“Thanks Francis, we’ll bring him right away.”
He came downstairs few minutes later. He looked a bit better this time around. We helped him pack his things into the car. Daniel turned on the ignition, and just as we were about to leave, Tunde asked, “Where are you taking me to?”
“To Francis’ place,” I said.
“Back to square one?” he blurted out, tears streaming down his face.
I really felt for me; drops of tears fell from my eyes. Daniel saw me crying. He held my left hand and squeezed it gently.
I gave Daniel directions to the house. Francis opened the gate as soon as he saw us. Daniel drove into the compound and parked the car.
We exchanged greetings. I introduced Daniel and Francis. He helped us move Tunde’s things into his room.
We all took turns to encourage Tunde.
“You don’t have to wallow in self pity. Pick up the pieces of your life and start all over again. I hope you’ll make the right call next time,” Francis said.
“You warned me but I never listened. You told me it’s my loss if I leave Pamilerin, now I’ve loss not only her but everything. I’ve learnt my lesson,” Tunde said calmly.
“I heard you are very brilliant. There are so many companies out there who are interested in people like you. I think your next move is to get another promising job and I wish you all the best,” Daniel adviced.
“Pamilerin was right when she said your kind of a man is rare. I now understand why. Thank you so much Daniel for your help,” Tunde said.
“You are welcome.”
“Send your CV to my mail. I still have some people who can help,” I said.
“I will, thank you.” He said, looking into my eyes.
I wanted to cry but I held it.
“Promise me you won’t drink again.”
“I promise,” he said assuredly.
“We have to leave now,” I informed them.
Francis followed us outside. He really appreciated what we did for Tunde. We also thank him for his kind gesture.
Daniel offered to drop me off. I accepted the offer wholeheartedly because I was so tired.
He dropped me off and left. I called Tunde later in the evening to find out how he was doing.
“Are you still using your old bank account?” I asked.
“You don’t need to send me money, I’ll be fine.”
"You want to live off your friend? Housing you is enough, I don’t want you to be a burden on him."
“Pamilerin, you’ve already done enough.”
“Is the account still active!?” I asked bluntly.
“Yes!” he said and sighed heavily.
“OK. Good night and sleep well.”
“I will, thanks. Good night.”
I ended the call and made the transfer immediately. I had enough cash in my bank account because I usually don’t spend my salary, I never needed to, thanks to Daniel.
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Oo my god! I really love this novel i feel like hugging danielle
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i love this story.I need more interesting story for this writer.
Interesting. I love the introduction
Next episode please...
This is the first story I read on this side and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I really loved the happy ending
Best story ever!
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