Chapter 5: Dress and Regret

For my house, I change, bath. I no dey like dirt, so that sticky cream dey vex me.

I take my time scrub body. Naija sun no dey help matter, sweat dey everywhere.

As I waka enter parlour, Tunde Okoye hand me one shopping bag.

I look am, confused.

E raise eyebrow. "Open am."

Inside, na the same dress wey spoil.

The way e fold the dress sef, e gentle, like person wey dey try beg for forgiveness.

I look am, surprise. "Why you buy this one for me?"

Before e fit answer, comments rush:

[He buy the dress so she no go disturb main babe again, na clear eye!]

[See as main guy dey protect main babe since. I dey ship them die!]

The comments dey run for my mind, but I just focus on Tunde face.

Tunde Okoye look me, the light for him eye dey shine like say e wan blind person.

"No be say you like that dress?"

Him voice soft, like person wey dey try make peace. My heart cool small.

Comments still dey. I smile. "Thanks."

I collect the dress, my chest soft. No be every day person dey get second chance for small things.