Oyinda stood sheepishly at the door, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. She was mad. He could tell. Was she going to let him in?
“What do you want?” she asked, brazenly.
“I want to come in.”
“You have some nerve showing up at my door after lying to my face about being in Port Harcourt! You have some nerve even thinking you stand a chance with me again! Go home to your wife!”
Oyinda quickly used his boot to prevent the door from slamming in his face. He grimaced to hide the pain of the impact as the door wedged against his foot. She kept pushing it to close it shut, hurting him more.
“I’m sorry I lied to you. I need to talk to you… Please, Kemi. Just listen to me.”
“I have nothing to say to you! Whatever you have to say, the answer is NO! Get lost!!!”
“I deserve that. I’m not even going to argue with you. But I’m going to cause a scene out in front of your doorway, if you don’t let me in. I only want to explain myself… I deserve that…”
She flung the door open, after being frustrated with her inability to shut it…