RUTHLESS

11. I was born with a Silver spoon.

Chapter eleven of Ruthless.
She won't join her mum to fake it.

"Mum. Is that you?" Tacha was stunned as she made her way into the extravagant sitting room. She wasn't even listening to her mum's response as her mouth gaped open at the structure of the sitting room before her. She had never seen something so beautiful as this. How can they make the sitting room look like it's in the middle of a big city. Very simple, yet luxurious. Eight seater sofa chair facing each other with a round table center sitting in the middle of the two chairs. Tacha recognised the expensive crystal chandelier ceiling light, dropping just in the middle of where the centre table was placed. What was her mum doing in here. Her mum was supposed to be at the new site working like she saw her that day. Not cross leg, laughing at the scene before her.

Ever since she saw her mum carrying a cement block, Tacha's mind was never at peace. She couldn't think better. All she wanted was to get her mum out of Nathan's house. Her mom deserved better. Not to be used as a slave. Her mum had sacrificed a lot for her and her sister, making her a priceless woman Tacha could never joke with. Becoming a graduate today had been by God's grace and her mum. That she vowed with her life to take care of her mum and sister no matter what.

Today, she was going to pay Nathan his money, and pray nothing brings them together again. Of course, only if he decided to visit his parents house. The thought of Mrs. Brown made Tacha called herself back together. No more looking like a girl that just arrived from the village. She had to finish up what she came in here to do and get her family out of here.

"Mum what are you doing here?" Tacha came forward, standing before her mum who was enjoying the luxurious sitting room all by herself. Before her was a 98 inch 4K smart tv that gave the room a bit of noise coming from the Nollywood drama playing.

"Seat." Tacha's mum placed her hand on the seat beside her.

Tacha looked around carefully, using her hand to clean any dirt on her cloth before sitting on the clean white sofa. "Mum, I really don't understand what you've been telling me. Like, you've gotten a new job. Where? We can leave now, and you can start once you've taken enough rest." Tacha sounded happy, knowing it was for the best. "So where are you going to start working now."

"Here." Tacha's mum smiled. "I work as his cook now. He was a little bit ill some days ago and there was no one to cook for him. Tito pleaded if I could cook him something to eat and to my surprise he loved it." Her mum's smile became wide. "He even paid me times two of the hundred thousand naira."

Tacha's happy face slowly faded away."What now? Mummy what's this story again!" Tacha exclaimed, finding it very hard to believe her mum. "Mum what are you saying for God sake? How can you accept a job from someone who treated you so badly to carry a cement block. Mum he even said you, like you are nothing. Nothing at all!" Tacha got up, her eyes staring at her mum unable to hide the anger building up inside her. "Mum stop wasting my effort. Do you know the kind of people I'm working for just to pay him this hundred thousand naira and get you out of here." Tacha was almost in tears, throwing the brown paper in her hand on her mum's laps. "Why are you acting like we are suffering! Are we that hungry! I beg you mum. Don't let my efforts be in vain. I'm going through the worst moment of my life just to secure a job, and it's... it's not a job I'm proud of." Tacha eventually cried, her voice shaking from the pain she had on her chest.

"I should be asking you what's the meaning of this!" Tacha's mum stood up facing her daughter. "Why would I say no when we need this money. Are you living the kind of life you want to live? Are we not suffering truly? When will you tell me you've been sacked from your work! Who will send us money? Who will pay for your sister's hospital bill? Who will buy your sister's drugs? Who will pay for her school fees? Who will pay for all these bills? You? With what job! What job I'm asking you?"