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"Rita?" I heard mom call sternly.

"Yes!" I responded dryly.

    I paused and stood while slowly turning to look around. I'd completely forgotten I'd been seated in front of the corridor that connected the guests living room to the dinning.... Those useless architects who built houses like they were building maze's. I mean. The visitors room was facing the dinning- just right beside me. The kitchen was on the left just after the corridor and the balcony was just down... Where all our rooms where situated along it's corridor.

           
  Curse whosoever built this house...

 
 

   Mom was seated on the black leather couch in the room. The matching throw pillow in her hands, fully geared with make-up. She wore a wine aso-ebí with matching gele also and she shot me her death glare.

   Those deadly eyes either meant;

' Stupid girl can't you greet? Why do look like an escaped convict? Or Useless girl what took you so long? Or Stupid Useless girl didn't you notice my friend here? I could've sworn I gave birth to a more sensible child!. Fuck!!..


I fumbled with the shortness and gulped from the wetness of my kimono as I walked into the guests living room. The plump fair woman stared at me with glints in her eyes. She wore a glittering gold Caftan with gold gele to match her shoe and purse.    Her makeup was perfect and so was her face. I walked over to her, fell on my knees and greeted her. She instantly pulled me back up and gave me a hug—Same as her daughter not minding me staining her gorgeous outfit.

"Rita. She said like she'd known me for years and drew back. It's nice to finally meet you. They told me so much about you that I insisted meet you in person— Though I didn't like most of what I heard." She added dramatically her voice stained with pure british accent.


* Burst brain→ Heart attack →Death.


I looked at mom sharply. What did she tell her now???. I asked myself.

" And what's that... My friend?" Mom asked the woman in yoruba. Her voice full of unease.

"You told me you had two beautiful daughter's what you didn't tell me was how pretty rita was. Infact, if I had known you hadn't gotten her married to that london doctor you told me about... Urm!.... What was his name again?" Her voice trailed off as she tried to remember The lie.

" Mike." Mom said with her deceit-filled laughter.

" Yes... Mike. Mrs Bachor said generously. I would've gotten her married to kole since." She chuckled.

    I chuckled also. Because, these people were going to kill me. Where was this London doctor? Who was this made up Mike guy? And why the hell did they lie to everyone I was married?

" Mom?" I called looking her right in the eye.

" My dear sit." Mrs Bachor said as she pulled me closer to her side. Mom seemed to get uneasy as she constantly tapped her heels in an inpatient manner and signalled for me to get away.

" Rita! Why don't you go cook something for our guests here." She commanded glaring at me mischievously.

" Oh no. Don't bother... My son's would probably take us all for a spree....She chuckled... But in the meantime tell me how you meet your husband." She clapped excitedly.

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