Situation at BlueMoon
A minute later, father and daughter remained. The younger staring at the back of her father, still with a registered look of calm spirit. While the elder stood with dropping shoulders, each arms heavy, seeming to be mere attachments to his shoulders.
After what seemed like an eternity, Folarin turned.
"You must hate me, don't you?" He asked, observing her from head to toe.
"It's not your fault,father, you just happened to be in this circumstance. Don't take it too hard on you." She replied, her voice having a slight tinge of emotions.
At that, Folarin shook his head bitterly.
"Train me father. Help me get stronger." Ibiyemi added, taking out her Saarins that were attached to her waist. So doing, she pointed both tips at her father.