"Can we come in?" Olumide asked.

"Why not? The flat belongs to Romola as well." Yetunde's face relaxed to its normal oval face and thin lips. Her hands rested on her hips an she stared at them. " I just wonder why you two are here though."

Romola stared at Yetunde wondering how on earth she had made such a friend. "I came to get some clothes."

"Really?" Yetunde gasped. "Moving out already? And I wasn't invited to the wedding."

"Stop it. Let us in." Olumide held the door post.

"Right right. Be my guest." Yetunde moved aside, allowing them to walk into the room.

Romola glanced at the yellow carpet, white walls, dark blue couches, the home theater, the maps on the wall and the television on the screen. She stared at them all and none of them gave that sense of history that she had interacted with them.

"Are you thirsty or hungry? I can order something and I have drinks in the fridge."

Olumide answered fast. "We're fine."

Romola stomach's choose that time to growl. She stared at the carpet as heat flooded her face.

"Are you sure? Your wife seems hungry oh." Yetunde said with a smile.

"I'm fine. I just want to get my clothes and leave." Romola replied, walking towards the open doorway at the end of the room.

"Romy baby, that's the way to the kitchen. You obviously need my help." Yetunde gripped Romola's hand and pulled her towards the door at the other end of the room. She pushed open the door to reveal a neatly arranged room.

"So what does she need to pack? And how long will she be staying with you?" Yetunde asked Olumide over her shoulder.

"You aren't supposed to be here yet." Olumide narrowed his gaze at Yetunde.

Romola freed herself from Yetunde's grip and folded her hand.

"I have school during the week and mummy is staying with me." Yetunde explained. "That's why I don't understand why you want Romola to stay with you. She has to go to school. That's why her parents sent her to do."

Olumide leaned against the door staring at Romola "She needs to rest. The last thing she needs is to be thrust into the chaotic world of school."

"Fine. She needs to rest but does she have to stay with you? Mummy is here. I'm here. We can take care of her." Yetunde turned towards Romola. "I'm your best friend so I can take of you best."

"Take care of yourself first." Romola retorted.

Yetunde scowled and she mirrored Yetunde's face.

Olumide voice broke the facial war. "She needs enough clothes for a week."

"Fine," Yetunde turned around. "Give us a minute."

"Wait-" He started but Yetunde shut the door in his face and turned to Romola smiling. "I really wish you could remember everything."

Romola avoided Yetunde's gaze and stared at the wardrobe and the shoe rack. Her eyes fell on a dark carry all bag beside the wooden wardrobe. She bent down and opened the zip.

"What do you think you're doing? You can't take that bag to Olumide's house. It is so old and dirty." Yetunde sunk her nails in Romola's shoulder and pulled the bag away, raising it in the air.

"Give me that. It's my bag,"

Yetunde held it higher, walking away. "I just want to help you."

"I don't need your help."

"You do."

Romola smirked, twisting her fingers then pinching Yetunde's sides. The bag fell out of Yetunde's hand as she fell on the mattress Screaming. "Stop. Stop."

Romola grabbed the bag and dashed away from her friend.

"Seriously Romy, I'm sorry." Yetunde sat up holding her sides. "I didn't mean for all of this happen. I know you must hate me right now."

"Hate? No,"

"I understand why you think that I would try to hurt you."

"And why is that?" Romola unzipped the bag and stared at its content.

An old ankara print cloth covered its other concern. She pulled out the contents and stared at it. There were two more ankara print wrappers, a blouse, a gown, two black shirts and one jean.

"Jeez, is this what you take home every week?"

Romola turned to Yetunde, studying her friend's face. Yetunde's face was marked with a pinched nose, raised brows and narrow eyes. She was more concerned about Yetunde's words than her look.

"Home? Asin, my parent's house?" Romola sat on the carpeted floor.

"Yeah," Yetunde crossed her leg, smiling, "Your mother demands that you be home every weekend. Speaking of which, your mother's number just happens to not exist."

Romola mused on Yetunde's words as she stared into the bag. There was a dark purple cloth folded in a circle stuck one side. Underneath this, she found a torch light button Nokia phone and its charger. She picked it up, wondering why she had stuck this phone so deep in the bag.

"Whose phone is that?" Yetunde's voice boomed in her ear.

Romola inched away from Yetunde and tried to power her phone. It refused to come on. She grabbed the charger and plugged it in the socket close to the cupboard. The phone screen lit up and a charging icon flashed on the screen.

"Whose phone is that?"

"If it's in my bag, doesn't that make it mine?"

Yetunde's look of disgust returned. "How can you be using that?"

"Is it not a phone that people use?"

"Aren't you girls done yet?" Olumide asked, from beyond the door.

Romola got to her feet, shook all the dirt from her bag and then walked to the wardrobe, picking clothes off hangers in the organized wardrobe.

"Listen Romola." Yetunde moved closer to her, picking out some fancy clothes and stuffing them into the bag. "Isn't it a bit funny that your mom, the one you call overbearing, didn't even care that her precious daughter didn't make it home this weekend. She didn't even care that you didn't call."

"What are you saying?" Romola paused, holding up the clothes halfway up her body.

UPDATE:

I'm sorry for the long time between updates and all. I hope you enjoy this chapter. By God's grace, the next update should be next week Friday/Saturday WAT