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opened her eyes, it was three hours later. She reached
for her phone and, to her dismay, saw several missed calls from
Akeem. He had also sent her a text saying that he would call her
back later.
    As she
padded into the bathroom to wash her face, she heard her parents'
voices coming from the direction of the sitting room. She wiped her
face and went to join them.
    "Welcome
back, darling." Her mother beamed as she enveloped her in a hug.
"Good to have you back. This house has just been too
quiet!"
    "Good to
be back, Mum!" Yemi hugged her back and then went over to hug her
father. "Good to see you again, Dad. Thanks so much for super
hols!"
    "You 're
welcome, dear. I can see you enjoyed yourself."
    "Very
much so, Dad." She chatted with them about her holidays and how
much fun she'd had in the UK.
    "Go and
get some food," her mother said a few minutes later. "Bose says you
have not eaten anything since you got back."
    "Better
still, bring your food out here and come sit with us," her father
added.
    Just
then, her phone rang. It was Akeem. She smiled and went into the
kitchen to take the call, but they did not speak for long. After he
realized she had only just seen her parents, Akeem promised to call
her back.
    She took
her food back to the sitting room and joined her
parents.
    "Your
holiday has done wonders for you. You' re practically
glowing!" her mother said, looking at Yemi's smiling face
fondly. "It's a good thing the weather was nice all
throughout,"
    Yemi smiled at the compliment. If
only you knew, Mum. This glow is due to a certain attractive man
and has nothing to do with the English spring
weather .
    ∞∞∞
    Yemi
attended her cousin's wedding that weekend. She had been asked to
make the bridesmaids' dresses and felt very pleased to see how good
they looked in them. She knew that her cousin had been trying to
cut costs by asking her to make the clothes, but that hadn't
dampened her enthusiasm, and she had completed the outfits before
she travelled to the UK.
    Designing and sewing was something she enjoyed. It was more
of a natural talent, but she had also done a few courses over the
years when her mother had noticed her interest in it. Her friends
often teased her about why she hadn't taken up fashion designing as
her course of study rather than accounting. But to her, sewing and
designing was just a hobby she enjoyed, and accounting
was serious stuff—something everyone would expect
from the daughter of Professor Delano.
    She was
very excited when Akeem came in on Sunday. They were not going to
be able to meet that day because she still had to attend her
cousin's wedding thanksgiving service along with the rest of her
family, but nevertheless it felt good to know that he was now
only a few miles away.
    School
resumed the next day. She and her classmates at the University of
Lagos, or Unilag as it was popularly called, swapped stories about
their holidays and what they had done. Lectures were not that
serious yet, so she had only a couple scheduled for that morning.
She was planning to start studying almost right away, though. So
far, she was on a 4.5 GP aggregate, and she didn't want to take any
chances with her last semester at school.
    "Aren't
you just looking good, girl!" A voice interrupted her thoughts as
she hurried out after her last class. Akeem had already called to
let her know that he had sent his driver to pick her up. He
had a few things he needed to do in the office but assured her he
would be back home when she got there.
    "Hello,
Ada." She smiled on seeing her course mate behind her. "You're
looking good yourself. How were your hols?"
    "Good,"
Ada replied, admiring Yemi's top. "How was yours? I learnt you went
to England."
    "Yes,
and it was lovely. Had a really swell time." 
    "So what
goodies did you bring back?" 
    "Hugs
and kisses."
    "Thanks,
but you can keep those," Ada retorted. "I'll pop by your house
later in the week, so have my real goodies ready."
    Yemi
laughed and continued on her