Come out here you couples! You have a guest" Hajia hajara said sitting down on the sofa. The maids she came with kept the food flasks and excused themselves
Abdullah and his wife came downstairs. They went to the sitting room and greeted her. Her lips tilted into a smile as Abdullah greeted her and she answered Abdullah's greeting but acted as if Maryam was invisible
"Mama she's greeting you fah" Abdullah said looking at Maryam. Hajia Hajara hissed
"Tell me that I don't have ear Abdullah" She said glaring at him. He sat down on the sofa while Maryam also sat close to him
"Sorry. So, how's everyone, how's Baba? "
"Do you care about him ne? After this-" she glared at Maryam "-thing had stopped you from coming" Maryam blinked back the tears that sting her eyes. She knows his mother and her mother are not in good terms but never knew that it would affect her. Now look at what she's doing to her and even calling her 'thing'
He sighed resting his two hands on his laps "Mama please,-" she raised her hand interrupting him " Shh It's okay don't insult me more because of your wife"
He sighed knowing that she won't stop. She pointed at the food flasks of food she came with which they all didn't even notice it till now
"I brought this for you so you would stop eating the poison of this thing" She said to Abdullah but looking at Maryam with distaste. Maryam stood up to take the food to the kitchen but Hajia Hajara stood up in a hurry and went to where the food was hitting Maryam's hand "Don't touch this food with your dirty hand. This is my son's food because he would not eat your poison" Maryam this time around tried so hard to stop herself from saying what is at the tip of her tongue. She knows none of them would go well with what she'll say
"Mama!" Abdullah said standing up and approaching the duo. She glared at him
"What? are you going to revenge for her? And you-" She turned to look at Maryam "-I am his mother and there's nothing you can do about it Ehe !" She said clapping her hands together like the Typical Nigerian Mom she is
He shook his head sideways then talked "How am I supposed to finish all this food?"
He can never be used to his mother's dramatic nature. How can he finish all this varieties of food all alone?
She rolled her eyes slightly hitting the nape of his neck but she had to jump before she could reach it. If not Maryam was angry at her she would have laughed her ass off at the woman because of the way she's shorter than her son
"Ouch!. What was that for?" He asked caressing the place she hit him
"For being silly. This food- put it in fridge and whenever you are hungry bring it out and warm it. That is why they are in varieties "
He puffed out some measured air sitting down.
Hajia hajara scoffed going back to seat at the seat she occupied earlier. Then glanced at Maryam with disgust "This animated object you call your wife cannot even bring water for me. Do I have to ask?"
Maryam mumbled a sorry and went to the kitchen. She came out with a tray on her hand. She kept the tray on the coffee table and turned around to go upstairs tired of the woman's drama
"Ke come here" Mama said gesturing her with her hand "Naam" she answered and went to where she was sitting. Mama uncapped the non alcoholic wine and poured it into a tumbler totally acting as if she wasn't the one that called Maryam. But the woman was planning something. The next Maryam felt was a liquid going down her body. The woman kept the tumbler after pouring down the drink she filled the tumbler with
"I asked for water you village lass"
Maryam huffed as she shifted her gaze from the woman to the water on the tray. It wasn't like she didn't bring water at all. She brought the two to avoid problem only if she knew that the woman herself is a problem. She bit her lips to avoid what was at the peak of her tongue. Abdullah approached where mother stood and his lips parted which showed he wanted to say something but the woman hissed picking up her designer hand bag. She stormed out of the house leaving the duo. Abdullah's lips parted to talk but Maryam didn't stay to listen to him. She shook the liquid off her dress and stormed upstairs. Abdullah sighed and went after her calling her name
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FantasyEvery man has the right to make decisions. However, Maryam doesn't seem to enjoy that right for one bit. Her parents are always the one's to make decisions for her according to their wish not minding if it did or did not go well with her Her opinio...
