MAD WOMAN

16. SCARED LITTLE BUNNY.

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ELOKA'S P.O.V:

"Are you aware you're undeniably scary?" My baby sister rhetorically asked me as she continued to feed her chubby little son. It was a bit of a hassle considering he focused his big brown eyes on the television as didn't really care of opening his mouth for the bottle feeder. He was just two months old or is it three, but this little man seemed to already be obsessed with cartoons.

And of course, it was Cocomelon.

Why was I not surprised?

"Are you aware that you're a law student?"

"What does that have to do with what I'm asking you?" Zikora was beyond irritated with me.

"The fact that you're asking stupid questions, obviously. Aren't you Zebras supposed to be smart?" I focused back my attention on the demonic cartoon.

"First of all, we are not Zebras!" She shrieked and I chuckled. Law students were always emotional towards that name. "Secondly, if you weren't my brother and I didn't love and respect you, I would have—"

"You can't survive without me, a fact you and I know."

"And vice versa." She hmphed and I just shook my head.

I definitely wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of verbally agreeing. "Point is, I am not going to be 'nice' when your kindness is taken for granted."

"HOW?!" She was getting beyond frustrated with the claims everyone had of her newest bestie. "You don't even know her!"

"Exactly." I finally sat up straight and gazed at my naïve little sister. "I don't know her. None of us know her, including you."

"BU—"

"But nothing. What I do know is how gullible you can be at times. Or should I say ALL the time." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not gullible for crying out loud. I'm literally twenty years old, and I'm a mother in fact." She gestured towards her son.

"Yeah, and that was due to me turning a blind eye on that God forsaken bastard. You accused me of babying you and never trusting you. Remember how much you cried? So I decided to trust you and your gullible brain, just so you would stop yapping and allow you to be independent. Only for you to fuck Pere IN MY HOUSE for that matter. And you expect me to trust your judgement again when you got yourself pregnant after telling me you and Pere were just friends? Tell me Zikora, what do you expect of me after him Papa..." {Pidgin To English Tramslation: "...his Father..."} I pointed to Obiora. "...run when you tell am say him give you belle? {"...ran when you told him he impregnated you?"} The same nice guy you vouched for when I first laid eyes on him? No na tell me. Shebi you know say your Papa dey put the blame on me. {"No, please tell me. You do know your Father is putting the blame on me, right?"}. You created a problem for the family, and yet your parents put the blame on me. Just because I let you be since you complained I was smothering you. So tell me na, Zikora. Stop being quiet, what do you want me to do?"