TWENTY-SIX

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“You are homely, that’s one attribute I look forward to see in my woman.” Wale compliments, spreading himself comfortably on the couch.

And instead of being happy, I only get more confused. “Your woman!” I repeat quite ridiculously.

He sniggers “You still haven’t given me an answer to my question.” Wale says. This time, adjusting himself on the couch and facing me fully with his eyes hooded eyes locking me strongly in my position.

“What question?” I ask, baffle. Pretending not to recall. But I remember vividly of the night in his car, in front of my house when he asked me if he was my type of man. But the question I failed to ask him was, if he wasn't my type, will he be willing to change for me?

He exhales deeply “Eno, I know you know what I mean. Is that why you ignore my calls?” I hear is question come out with an air of depression.

“You are getting me more confused here.” I tell him instead.

“The last time you said you are not my type of woman but then, and even now I’m ask