As they got close to Mrs Biodun’s house, Mabel’s
phone rang. It was her mother. She picked but she wasn’t hearing well.
“Hello…hello,” she kept
saying.
Then she heard her mother calling her “Mabel Mabel”,
with a worried tone. Her heart jumped
into her stomach.
“This one my mum is sounding
like this,” she said “Who knows what happened?”
“It could be network,” Margret
said. “Try calling her back.”
Mabel tried
severally but her mother’s number was not going through. Her palms were getting
wet with sweat and a bit shaky.
“Oh God what is this na?” she
said.
“It may not be something
serious,” Margret reassured her.
“I hope so o.”
“Should I turn back?”
“Lemme try calling Cynthia first
and know.”
“Ok.”
Mabel dialed
Cynthia’s line and she picked.
“Is everything ok?” Mabel
asked in a hurry.
“Yes,” Cynthia replied. “Why
are you asking?”
“Mummy just called me now and
she was sounding somehow.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Is she there with you?”
“No she is outside. Let me call
her.”
Cynthia called
her mother who answered from the backyard. She came and took the phone from
Cynthia.
“Mummy is there any problem?”
Mabel asked.
“There is no problem o,” her
mother replied.
Mabel heaved a sigh of relief.
“Then why were you sounding as
if something happened?” she asked.
“I wanted to ask you whether
you have the balm with you so I can massage Cynthia.”
“And I was thinking something
happened?”
“Why will you think so?”
“The way your voice sounded
when you called me.”
“The network has been bad. I
wasn’t even hearing you.”
“You just need to change your
network provider.”
“The thing is tiring. Are you
with the balm?”
“Yes I have the balm here with
me. I will bring it back when I come. Is Cynthia complaining of pain?”
“Not seriously.”
“No problem then. I will not
waste time.”
“Ok.”
“Don’t forget my yoghurt o,”
Cynthia shouted from the background.
Mabel hung up.
“You see,” Margret said to
her. “You would have given yourself high BP for nothing.
“My dear,” Mabel said and
sighed. “These past few days have not been easy at all.”
“I understand. It will get
better with time.”
Margret got to
the entrance of Mrs. Biodun’s house and parked.
“You can find your way from
here right?” she asked Mabel.
“Yes,” Mabel replied. “Thanks
a lot dear.”
“Make sure you don’t stay too
long. Cynthia needs to start her drug as soon as possible, and she may have
needs only you can solve.”
“I know. Thanks.”
“I will talk to Segun.”
“Whatever.”
They side-hugged
and Mabel stepped out of the car. She stood for a while and waved as Margret
drove off. When Margret’s car was out of sight, Mabel went to the gate of Mrs
Biodun’s house. It was a self contain apartment with a big gate. She pressed
the door bell and waited. No response. After pressing for a while and no one came
to open the gate, she called Mrs Biodun on phone. Mrs. Biodun wondered where
the gateman was and said she was coming to open the gate herself. Moments
later, the pedestrian gate opened.
“Good evening ma,” Mabel
greeted Mrs Biodun.
“Evening my dear,” Mrs Biodun
replied. “Come in.”
“Thank you ma.”
Mabel went in and
she locked the gate behind her.
“How are you?” she asked
Mabel.
“I am fine ma,” Mabel replied.
Mrs Biodun noticed the customized take-away drug pack
she was holding.
“Are you the one taking all
those drugs?” she asked.
“No ma,” Mabel replied. “My younger sister.”
“Ah ah. What is the matter?”
“We have been in the hospital
all day.”
“What is wrong with her?”
“She is not too strong.”
“Eiyaa. How is she now?”
“She is fine though she has
not yet started taking the drugs. At least we know what the problem is.”
“You should have informed me
so we can reschedule.”
“It’s not a problem ma. I am
here already.”
“Ok. Come with me.”
She led the way
as they went towards the entrance of the building.
(...to be continued...)
Nedu Isaac
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