Editi rang the doorbell several times, but no one came to the door. She knew someone was in there, she could tell from the sound of the TV. She made an instantaneous promise to herself never to visit her again. She probably saw her through the window and refused to open the door, she thought.
She was about to leave when the door clicked open, “Hi?” Nneoma said, attempting to force a smile, but Editi had already seen the tears and the sadness in her eyes.
Editi replied with a faint smile, “I am sorry to disturb, I brought you cake.”
Nneoma wiped the remnants of the tears in her eyes and tried to comport herself, “This is so sweet of you, thank you.” She collected the cake slowly from her, and then said, “Please come in.”
Editi stared at her pitifully, wondering what was going on with her. “I am so sorry, some other time dear,” she said sharply.
“Of course, not now, come, let me show you something,” she said childishly as she took Editi’s hands and led her to her large, exclusive sitting room. There was a half-bottle of Hennessy on couch. “Sit,” she said.
Editi calmly lowered herself on the couch, still staring at Nneoma with questions in her eyes.
“Is anyone home with you?” Editi asked worriedly.
Nneoma shook her head, “Nobody. I have been in this house alone for three months!” she exclaimed as she began to cut the cake.
“Yummy! This cake is just too delicious! You made this?”
Editi nodded delightedly. “Thank you,” she said with a soft smile.
“What do you do?” she asked Nneoma.
“Me?” Nneoma asked, as if there was someone else with them.
“Nothing. All I want is a child. I want to be a stay-at-home mom before I could find a job.”
“You have to be busy, get busy, so that you won’t be anxious.”
“I can’t,” she began to sob.
“Don’t do this, don’t cry…”
“My mother-in-law has sent over three women to my husband. Everyone talks about me being barren. Some people are even saying that I did so many abortions. I am ashamed, I am so ashamed.”
“But your husband isn’t complaining.”
“Yes he loves me so much. He chases away those women his mother brings, and even warned his mother never to come here anymore. See what my fertility issue has caused.”
“Stop being negative. you don’t have any fertility issues. You really need to start up a business to get all these off your mind.”
“What business can I do?” she asked, wiping the tears from her eyes like she was ready to listen to Editi.
“I am an Igbo girl, I can sell anything at all.”
“What in particular?”
Nneoma shrugged and kept eating the cake mutely.
“Give me options, but I don’t need something I will be traveling and stressing myself o.”
“Okay then, get an online mall. Get to meet people who will shop from you online. Which means, you won’t have to leave your house. All you need is a delivery guy,” Editi said thoughtfully.
Nneoma snapped her fingers; “You have given me a hint now. I will sell homemade food in bulk for people who don’t have the time to cook.”
“Can you cook well? Editi asked, looking directly at her mouth like she was expecting something to drop out of it.
“You have to taste my ofe nsala and my oha soup. I make them with love,” Nneoma boasted.
Editi laughed. “Oh well, love is the best recipe!”
The two women talked about more business ideas, then Editi suddenly popped the question. ” Where is your husband? What does he do that he isn’t always with you?”
Nneoma threw small pieces of cakes into her mouth, chewed them for a few seconds before she replied, “My husband works with Chevron. He is not always home, and anytime he is home, he spends just a few weeks. Sometimes he comes home when my ovulation has passed, and his mom keeps blaming me,” her voice quivered.
“Does he complain?” Editi asked.
“About you not getting pregnant.”
“He isn’t even bothered. He just tells me that everything will be fine and that a baby will come, it’s been five years of marriage!”
“My husband tells me those lies too, but I don’t believe these men are not bothered about us getting pregnant.”
“They are bothered. It’s just that they are men,” Nneoma yawned. “I haven’t slept well for days now.”
“Tarry night in church.”
“Why do you tarry?”
“Editi” she rolled her eyes, “I can’t believe you’re asking that question. Of course I am currently looking for a child.”
“Then have sex!” Editi exclaimed.
Next Chapter: |Chapter 6|
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