Chapter 113 - It's not like that

"What the heck?" Sunday growled, the back of his head throbbing with ache.

"So... You agreed to bail on me, right?" A voice screamed out.

"Ummmrgh!" Sunday g.r.o.a.n.e.d, his head feeling very dizzy.

That voice...

That voice... 

It was so familiar. Was it someone who he knew? Sunday g.r.o.a.n.e.d again, his head hurt like hs had been hit with something heavy. He had fallen down but he had not expected the ache to still sting like the way it was at the very moment.

He shook his head, forcing the rasping pain from his mind as he rose to sit up, holding the back of his head still with the right hand and having on his face, a pained expression.

'A-ha! Your girlfriend!' Bane chuckled just as Niniola's face popped up in front of him.

"You've already gotten hurt?" Her eyes softened for the briskness of a second before turning icy cold, her glare of fury pasted on him still.

"Oh, great! what did I say? You cannot handle here alone!" Niniola throated, slamming her clenched fist on her left knee. 

She shook her head in a bid to calm herself while her mind burned furiously. Just what had gotten into the head of Sunday to make him think he could have survived the First Heaven all by himself? 

In fact, did he forget that Irunmoles themselves did not walk through this place by their lone selves? They usually did so I'm groups and those who dared to all solely were those which had so much high Agbara reserves, none of which Sunday had satisfied.

Yet, the blockhead decided to listen to Kalagar, the same Kalagar that had attacked everyone at the same time without distinguishing between friend and foe! 

The same Kalagar who had remained still and unmoving, snacking over barbeque while he watched them fight for their lives.

Was that the type of person that Sunday had to listen to? Just how stupid could he be?

"I don't get, Sunday!" Niniola slapped her b.r.e.a.s.ts with the left, still maintaining the body posture of before. "how could you do this to me? After everything we have been through? Why would you bail on me in the last minute? Was I not the one who suggested the course of journey? 

So, why would you just leave me and get going, without me!" Her eyes moistened just as Sunday hung his head down, sighing dejectedly.

Heck! Even 3rd Prime had wanted him to go alone. While he may not have known the reason why exactly but what he knew was that with Niniola around, he was not going to have the chance to get acknowledged.

To be honest, all that would happen as she was here was she babysitting him and telling him what to do and what not to do.

He was sick of it. He was sick of being treated as someone who did not know his way. He was sick and fed up of being related to as a child who needed guidance all he way and all the time.

For all that mattered, he was over 125 years old. He was old enough to prove himself, without the guidance and protection of Niniola.

"Sunday, you promised me..." Ninola sniffled, rubbing her eyes of the formed tears with the back of her left hand. "You promised that no matter how anyone treated me, you would not leave me because everyone one s.u.c.k.e.d. You promised that somehow, we will be together, side by side to brace through everything that came our way. So, how could you do this to me?" Niniola sniffed, a tear drop falling down from her eyes.

And then, another tear dropped, Sunday who just looked up suddenly at loss of what to do or say.

"I need to do this... t-this on my own!" He stammered, trying to hold firm.

"And you have to do that by following what that crazed old man said?" Niniola screamed into his face. "Tell me Sunday... Have I ever done anything you do not like? Have I ever hurt you or offended you that you have decided to do this to me?" 

"I..." Sunday shook his head, looking down to the ground. 

"I... I need you to grow, Nini!" He called her by the shortened version of her name, rising to one knee, his hand rested on the ground as he tried to rise up.

"I can help you grow. Not by you going into death..." She implored.

"Not like this!" Sunday rammed his fist into the ground. "Not like this. I need to do this on my own. I need to get strong on my own terms. With you in the picture i would..."

"That's enough!" Niniola barked, rising uprightly. She heaved, her c.h.e.s.t visibly rising and facing at the effort.

"Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I thought you were someone who would always be there for me. I... I'm sorry." She bit her lower lip. "I'm just being insecure because nobody wants to be around me. I'm sorry. I would never bother you again." She whimpered, turning around and taking flight.

Quickly, he got to his feet, an expression of shock on his face.

'Well, you finally hurt your girlfriend's feeling, boy! You should be happy!' Bane mocked.

'She is not my girlfriend!' Sunday growled at the Wolf.

'But she was your saving grace. Over and over again. If you ask me, I'd say, Get that GIRLLL!' Bane blasted a roar at Sunday.

Sunday grimaced physically. "Ouch... Fool. Don't bark at me." 

He inhaled, scratching he back of his head. Was he being ins.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e to Ninola?Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click <a href="#&apos;s-not-like-that_51131872717104870">#&apos;s-not-like-that_51131872717104870</a> for visiting.

'Stop thinking and get her!' Bane blasted him.

The result was instantaneous, he dashed forward but being that he was low classed and without the power up from Sage Mode combined with the dark atmospheric effect of the First Heaven, he was so much slow.

"Niniola.... Wait... It's not like that!" He cried out.