Adebola was irritated by the grim look on Zara’s face when she went back to the house at about 3p.m, just after Kunle was called to the office.
“Wakawaka, I will see where all these your sneakiness will take you to,” Zara said to her.
Dangia walked stylishly out of her bedroom and stared meanly at Adebola. “So, you know that it will soon be time for Alhaji to come back home from work, you now had to come back abi?” Dangia asked, looking at her sternly.
Adebola was mute, she didn’t bother responding to them as usual.
“If I slap you now, they will say you’re an orphan. Orphan my foot!” Dangia added.
“You won’t dare lay those filthy hands on me. I dare you to try it, and watch Alhaji and I throw you out of here,” Adebola said insolently.
Dangia and Zara placed their two hands on their heads, bewildered.
“Allah! You?” Zara asked.
Adebola savored the openly hostile glare Zara shot at her. Before she could fashion a tart retort, the two women gathered around her.
“If you lay your hands on me ehn, I will tell Alhaji o, I will tell him to send you two packing from this mansion, that you want to beat up his yarinya.”
Zara and Dangia laughed in unison. “Ah! Adebola, you now threaten your co-wives. If not for the respect I have for Mijina, the kind of beatings I would have given you now ehn, it is hospital bed that it would have landed you.” Zara said.
“But before then, when Alhaji comes back, you will explain to him, where you went to again,” Dangia said.
“He will believe me when I tell him,” Adebola said girlishly.
“Why won’t he believe you? When you have used your Yoruba ojuju on him. He doesn’t recognize us anymore. I wonder what will become of him when he finally marries you. That means he won’t recognize us anymore,” Zara said.
” Na you sabi!” Adebola said, rolling her eyes disgustingly.
“Adebola am I your mate?” Zara asked, raising her shoulders dramatically.
“Bura Ubarka!” Dangia yelled.
“And who is cursing someone in my house? Who?” Alhaji’s voice came in as he walked into the house with his driver carrying his briefcase. “I am asking a question!” he yelled thunderously and then turned to the driver, “Ahmed, drop my briefcase and go,” he said gently.
“Good afternoon Hajias,” Ahmed greeted as he dropped the briefcase on a couch. But the women ignored him.
“Alhaji, is it not this your yarinya, this small girl that is talking to Dangia and I anyhow.”
“And so? Is that why you had to insult her? If she talked to you and Dangia anyhow, then why didn’t you two talk back at her? Why do you people hate this innocent girl? She is an orphan, leave her alone!” Alhaji yelled thunderously.
“Em…my dear Bola, come and help me check the business records for the month,” he said, “Dangia and Zara, the two of you should get out of my sight,” he ordered rudely.
The two women walked away hastily, leaving Adebola and Alhaji in the sitting room.
Alhaji turned gently to her and said, “I’m sorry. These women keep stressing you. As soon as we get married, we will leave them and go for a vacation in America, where nobody will bother you. Come and sit by my side, let me show you the company’s sales records. And what we have done so far for this month.”
Adebola walked towards him, and settled by his side. He handed the papers to her and said, “You can use my laptop to calculate later. But just go through it.”
She looked at him, and wondered why he trusted her so much.
She’d just given out her virginity to another man her heart beats for, and here he was, dying for her and trusting her with the most important thing in his life–his business. She was the only one who was aware of how much the biscuit, the juice, and the flour company made in a month.
She pulled away as she leaned on the couch and concentrated on the files he gave to her.
“Your father would be proud now,” he sighed and stared at her, “You know how old you were when he and your mother died at the Sosoliso air crash?”
“Nine,” she yawned. “You’ve told me this a lot of times. And I never forget how you cried so bad before my very own eyes.”
“Yes, he was my most trusted friend. And one day, I will tell you why I give you the company’s account records.”
He cleared his throat.
“Adebisi your father was my best friend and business partner. I know how much people wished our friendship wouldn’t last because he was a Christian and I was Muslim,” he said.
Adebola licked her lips as she concentrated on the papers. Alhaji had told her these things uncountable times. He repeats stories now.
Next Chapter: |Chapter 7|