Love So Strong ( Part 2 )

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Kunle’s face contorted. "Tunji!" he called, his voice laced with revulsion. "Why are you murmuring to yourself? I can barely hear you. The last thing I heard clearly was that she was supposed to travel with her colleague, Wale, this morning. So, kilo wa sele?"

Tunji thought to himself, "If I should say what I did, I'll probably get arrested. Now that I think of it, what I did was really cruel, and nobody will believe that I didn't want to hurt her so badly. I need to cook up a lie fast."

"Ehen, sorry jare," he said to Kunle. "So, Wunmi was preparing for her intended journey today. She was boiling water to have her bath and stood close to the hot water, doing something else.

When I got into the kitchen, I realized that her cloth was stuck to the pot’s handle, and she was already in the process of leaving the spot, totally oblivious to the fact that her cloth was hooked to the handle of the boiling water.

So, I ran over to her side in a bid to protect her from getting burned by the hot water, untangled her cloth from the handle of the boiling water, and I pushed her behind me immediately and then turned off the fire.

I was still in the process of turning off the fire when I heard a loud thud, a bone crack, and Wunmi’s voice shouting 'Yehhhh.'

That was when I realized that there was spilled water on the floor, and she had lost her balance and fallen. I had to rush her to the hospital, where they diagnosed that she had hurt her leg, neck, and arm." Tunji concluded his narration.

"Oh God, please let my story be believable," he silently prayed to himself.

Kunle stared at Tunji for some time; Tunji's account felt too much like a fabricated story, and he knew there was something Tunji was not telling him, but he just couldn't figure it out.

"Kunle, say something now; why are you staring at me like that?" Tunji said.

"I'm just wondering how this story connects with your love for Wunmi and her intended travel with her colleague... Wale, or what is his name again?" Kunle replied.

"God Ahbeg, this is what I get for being friends with an extremely intelligent person," Tunji thought to himself, scared that Kunle was not believing his story.

"So, Kunle, what are you insinuating?" Tunji fired back at Kunle, feigning hurt. "Are you saying I did this to my wife?"

"It's not like that, now, Tunji; okay, I'm sorry; okay, I believe you completely," Kunle said. "What happened to Wunmi was very bad. Let's just wait and pray for her quick recovery, okay, brother?" Kunle concluded.

"My gut feeling tells me there's something this guy is hiding, but it's alright; once Wunmi recovers or wakes up, we'll get to know the truth," Kunle said to himself.

Tunji walked over to his wife's bed and held her hand. "My love, I'm really sorry things ended up like this. You know I love you; please open your eyes really soon." He said to an unconscious Wunmi.

Knock, knock. Someone knocked on the hospital door.

Tunji and Kunle turned their heads toward the door, and Tunji cursed almost immediately.

"Of course, Wale came to see my wife," Tunji thought.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Tunji," Wale said as he walked toward Tunji, concern etched on his face. "I kept calling Wunmi's line as we were meant to travel this morning.

When she didn't pick up, I went to check on her at home, and that was when I met your gateman, who told me Wunmi was rushed to the hospital early today."

"Yeah, she had a minor accident at home. Thanks," Tunji said dryly and in a dismissive tone, turning back to face Wunmi on the bed without taking Wale's handshake.

Kunle sized up the 7-foot-tall, dark, and handsome man with well-kept beards standing in the room with them. Wale was an handsome man, and Kunle could see why Tunji was feeling off about him.

In a bid to salvage the situation, Kunle walked over to Wale and took the poor guy's hand that was still stretched forward. "Hi Wale, I'm Kunle, Tunji and Wunmi's friend. Thank you for coming over; that was so thoughtful of you." Kunle flashed a smile at Wale.

Grateful for someone with a less snobbish attitude in the room, Wale smiled back at Kunle and said "Well, I just wanted to come check up on her, seeing that she’s unconscious at the moment. I’ll take my leave now and head to the office so they’ll know what’s happening."

"Take care, Mr. Tunji, and I'm really sorry this happened," Wale said, his eyes flicking toward Tunji, who remained expressionless. "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Kunle."

As Wale turned to leave, Tunji suddenly spoke up. "Wait, Wale, let me walk you to your car. After all, you went through so much trouble coming here." Wale declined the offer, but Tunji insisted.

"Alright, let's go," Wale agreed reluctantly.

"I'll be back soon, Kunle. Please take care of her for me in the meantime," Tunji said, gesturing to Wunmi.

"O, funny sha, you didn't have to tell me," Kunle replied.

As Wale and Tunji walked out, the silence was oppressive, the atmosphere weird. Wale wondered why Tunji offered to walk him out, considering his obvious dislike.

When they reached the staircase leading to the hospital basement where cars were parked, Tunji waited for Wale to step onto the first step. Then, without warning, Tunji pushed Wale down the stairs.

Wale tumbled down, his body crashing against the railings, and finally, his neck snapped with a sickening "kraa" sound when he hit the floor.

"That's what you get for checking out my wife," Tunji muttered under his breath.

Tunji looked around, ensuring no one witnessed the incident, and then shouted, "Is anyone there? Help!"

To be continued in Part Three.

📌I told you all, Tunji needed help. I still strongly believe he does. What do you think?

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