FED UP [Xxxvi]

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Her mother got up, locked the door and went towards the room.
  “Are you going to sleep?” Mabel asked her.
  “No,” her mother replied. “Let me check on Cynthia.”
  “We have not finished discussing o.”
  “About?”
  “About finding a solution to the issue at hand.”
  “Ok. I am coming out immediately.”
                She checked Cynthia who was still fast asleep, killed a mosquito on her body as softly as she could so as not to wake her up, and then went to the kitchen. She dished food and went back to the sitting room to eat.
  “You have not yet eaten?” Mabel asked her.
  “No,” she replied.
  “So you are still doing this thing you always do.”
  “What is it?”
  “You don’t eat until we have eaten.”
  “Yes o. You girls come first.”
  “When you checked Cynthia, did you touch her body?”
  “Yes.”
  “Is her body hot?”
  “Like fever hot?”
  “Yes.”
  “I don’t think so but I am not very sure.”
  “Let me check.”
                Mabel went into the room, touched Cynthia’s body and came back.
  “Her body temperature is normal,” she told her mum. “She is not having fever.”
  “She can’t have fever after taking the drugs,” her mother said.
  “She was sweating. I just opened the window a bit.”
  “Ok. Hope the net is still intact?”
  “Yes I made sure of that.”
                Mabel checked her phone. It had charged enough to be put on, so she put it on. As soon as the phone came on, she received several text messages. Most of them were unsolicited bulk messages.
  “All these messages from these four and five digit numbers sef,” she said still standing. “Who told them I am interested in what they are saying?”
  “My dear I thought it was just me that receives those messages o,” her mother said.
  “It’s not only you.”
  “How did they get our numbers?”
  “I don’t know for them o.”
  “It is annoying.”
  “When you are expecting text messages like credit alerts, you will be getting messages to subscribe for one thing or the other.”
  “I heard there is a way to stop them.”
  “I heard too but I have not tried it yet.”
                Mabel deleted them and then read the messages from people she knew. She stood for a while replying the messages.
  “You will not allow the phone to charge now there is light,” her mother said.
  “Let me reply the messages now I have the time,” Mabel replied.
  “Then sit down and do it.”
  “I am almost done.”
                When Mabel was through, she sat beside her mother.
  “You have not yet finished your food.” she said.
  “What am I rushing it for?” her mother replied. “Is there any competition going on?”
                They laughed.
  “No competition, but it is not good to eat late at night.”
  “I am not looking for slim tummy o. That one is for young ladies like you. At my age, nobody is looking at me.”
  “Is not about slim tummy o,” Mabel said laughing. “It is not healthy to eat late. You eat early so your body system can digest it so as you are sleeping, your body is also resting from all the work.”
  “I know about that but I can’t help it sometimes. Sometimes I don’t have appetite for food. I just eat so I won’t eat in the dream.”
  “Too much thinking causes loss of appetite.”
  “Is not thinking o. I resolved long ago to live a joyful life. Especially, after the last blood pressure attack.”
  “You are right.”
  “And you girls are not living lives that will make me think. You make me proud.”
  “Awww.”
                Mabel hugged her mother.
  “So it has nothing to do with thinking at all,” her mother said.
  “Ok.”
                Her mother ate the last spoon of rice remaining in the plate and dropped the plate on the center table.
  “So, about the issue we were discussing yesterday,” Her mother said.
  “Hold on,” Mabel said. “Let me return the plate in the kitchen.”
  “Help me get some fruits from the fridge first.”
                Mabel went to the fridge and brought out two peeled oranges. She also poured drinking water in a cup for her mother.
  “Let me get knife for you in the kitchen,” she said.
  “For what?” her mother asked.
  “To cut the orange.”
  “What happened to my teeth? Don’t worry, I will use my teeth.”
  “Mummy, you have refused to upgrade o.”
  “Old school is the main school.”
                They laughed. Her mother cut the orange with her teeth, sucked the juice and ate the flesh. When she was done, she dropped the waste in the plate and drank the cup of water Mabel had poured for her.
  “Back to what we were discussing,” she said Mabel, relaxing on the couch.

                They suddenly heard noise in the room.

(...to be continued...)
Nedu Isaac

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