Sunday
BUKKY POV
Meeting Akanni's Family
Walking into Akanni's family house as his fiancée felt surreal.
Not intimidating—just… significant.
His mother was the first to hug me.
Tight. Warm. No hesitation.
"So this is the woman who finally captured you," she said, smiling. "Welcome."
His father was calmer. Observant.
He asked me questions—not invasive, but intentional.
About my work. My values. My plans.
Then he nodded.
"You fit," he said simply.
And that meant more than applause ever could.
Busayo
Busayo was the only one who didn't smile fully.
She was polite. Warm enough.
But cautious.
I understood it quickly—it wasn't about me.
It was about Mira.
Mira had been part of their structure for so long. Even knowing the engagement had been a pretense, Busayo had grown attached to the idea of her being permanent.
Change unsettles people differently.
But one person surprised me.
The One Who Knew
Akanni's Brother - Charles.
Later that evening, he pulled me aside.
"You know," he said softly, "I always knew Mira was never meant to stay."
I looked at him, startled.
"She fit into the house—but never tried to own it. That's how I knew."
He squeezed my hand.
"You are different. You belong without trying."
And in that moment, I felt something settle. Then Akanni joined us outside with a scrutinizing look "were you planing to snatch my fiance from me" he said. The way he said it only made me blush more, I unnow understand what love is. He don't want me away from his graps, even when his own blood brother meant no harm.
Mira congratulated me quietly.
No forced smiles. No bitterness.
Just sincerity.
"I'm happy for you," she said. "Truly."
I believed her.
And in her eyes, I saw not loss—but release.
That Night
When Akanni and I were finally alone, I leaned against him and whispered, "Do you know what you've done?"
He smiled. "I asked you to marry me."
"No," I said. "You chose peace."
He kissed my forehead.
"And so did you."
Acceptance Is Not Loud
Busayo didn't reject me.
That was the truth Busayo would later come to understand.
She simply mourned a version of the future she had already lived with in her head.
Mira had been steady. Predictable. Present. For years, Busayo had introduced her—carefully, subtly—as "almost family." Letting go of that image felt like losing something solid.
So acceptance came slowly.
It came in the form of observation.
AKANNI POV
Busayo watched how Bukky listened more than she spoke. How she never tried to replace Mira's memory in the house. How she greeted elders properly, knelt without being prompted, and carried herself without arrogance.
She noticed how Bukky never competed.
And that was what softened her.
One evening, while everyone was in the sitting room, Busayo asked casually, "Bukky, can you help me in the kitchen?"
It wasn't a command.
It was an invitation.
From that day, things shifted.