FED UP [XL]

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  “What!” Mabel shouted and sat up on the bed.
                Cynthia stirred and opened her eyes.
  “Mummy good morning,” she greeted.
  “Morning,” her mother replied. “How are you feeling?”
  “I am fine.”
                Mabel got her phone and confirmed the time her mother had told her.
  “We slept too long,” she said.
  “You need the rest,” their mother said. “I have done all the morning chores.”
  “Why did you bother yourself doing everything when I am here?”
  “I came in severally to check if you are awake but you were sleeping peacefully. I didn’t want to bother you.”
  “You mean you washed the plates I forgot to wash last night?”
  “Yes.”
  “You swept everywhere?”
  “Yes. I also mopped the kitchen and toilet.”
  “You wouldn’t have bothered yourself. I would have done them whenever I wake up.”
  “Who does them when two of you are not around?”
  “But we are around.”
  “Don’t worry yourself. Your breakfast is on the kitchen table.”
  “Breakfast too?” Cynthia asked.
  “Yes,” their mother replied. “And it’s your favorite.”
  “You are the best mummy in the whole world,” Cynthia said.
  “Thank you.”
                Mabel yawned and said to her mother, “You need to start going so you won’t get to the office late.”
  “I am leaving now,” her mother said going towards the door. “Take care of Cynthia.”
  “I will.”
                As their mother got to the room door, she turned and asked Mabel, “Are you going out today?”
  “I don’t have plans to go out unless something comes up,” Mabel said getting up from the bed and following her.
  “Ok.”
                Cynthia followed Mabel to see their mother off to the door. They said goodbye as she left. Chuka was outside and heard them biding their mother good bye so he left what he was doing and came to them.
  “Your love is coming,” Mabel told Cynthia and smiled.
  “Who even told me to come out this morning?” Cynthia asked rhetorically. “I will just go inside now.”
  “You will do no such thing. He has seen you already. So wait and see him.”
                Chuka came close and exchanged pleasantries with Mabel. Then he asked Cynthia how she was faring. She answered him as casually as she could. Mabel went inside and left them standing at the door. When Chuka had exhausted all he wanted to ask, he still stood there thinking what next to ask to keep the conversation going. Cynthia on her part kept wondering how to dismiss him without appearing rude.
  “Should I come in?” Chuka blurted out.  
                Cynthia was taken aback. She didn’t expect that question.
  “Huh?” she said. “I thought you were busy with something?”
  “It can wait,” Chuka said. “You are more important to me than any other thing.”
  “I need to do some things now, take my drugs and rest.”
  “I will come later then.”
  “Ok oo.”
                Chuka left shyly. Cynthia went back in and met Mabel eavesdropping.
  “What were you listening to?” she asked Mabel, laughing.
  “Love nwantinti,” Mabel said laughing.
  “I don’t like him. Period.”
  “Then let him know so he will stop trying.”
  “That will be cruel of me to just shatter his hopes like that.”
  “It will not. Every man deserves to know the truth about how a lady feels about him.”
  “Even if I like him, what will I be doing with him now? He is not ready for marriage any time soon and I don’t want any boyfriend.”
  “Yea yea…”
  “Leave me joor.”
                They laughed and went to the kitchen.
  “Won’t you brush before eating?” Mabel asked Cynthia.
  “Who said I am eating now?” Cynthia asked. “Let me see the breakfast mummy kept for us.”
                They saw two plates of food already covered. Cynthia was the first to open hers.
  “Yam and sauce,” she said. “Nice.”
  “Mum is such a darling,” Mabel said “As if she knew what I wanted to eat.”
  “Me too.”
  “But you are not feeling fine and you are on drugs. You are not supposed to have appetite for food like this. I can help you”
  “Story for simbi. Even if I have to eat it through my nose, I must eat this yam and sauce.”
                Mabel covered her own plate and turned to leave.
  “Let me freshen up,” she said. “I counted my yam o. Don’t even remove anything from it.”

                They laughed.

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

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