CHAPTER 70

I WOKE UP VERY LATE THE NEXT DAY WHICH WAS A SATURDAY.

I was still so tired from yesterday that I wished to go back to sleep. I wished that I could sleep till the next day, but I still needed to go to work.

I checked for the small phone my mum had given to me when I came home from the hospital, but it was nowhere to be found on my bed.

"Daniel where is my phone!" I yelled.

David sneaked into the room and threw the phone on my bed laughing mischievously.

"Stop playing games with my phone, I am warning you and Daniel now!" I hissed.

He ran out of the room to my mums room.  I watched him through narrowed sleepy eyes not knowing whether to be angry at him or not.

I checked my phone for the time and it was already 9am.

"Jesus!" I gasped, jumping out of the bed.

I feared that my boss had already come to the shop and met it locked. He was surely going to sack me now and I was going to join the already unbelievable high number of unemployed youths In Nigeria. I didn't want to loose my job yet, it helped my family a great deal and kept me busy. Busy me did not feel the need to die or to hurt herself.

I ran to the parlour in a state of frenzy. "Mummy, why didn't you wake me up!" I Shouted.

She was making tea when I met her and her eyes were focused on the milk as if she was counting every particle of it.

I knew that my mischievous brothers had tampered with the milk again and she was mad about it. But I didn't ask her for fear that she would start one of her endless complains and I still needed to see the landlady.

I took the only sachet water left on the table and tore it open with my teeth. Then I gulped down its entire content. It was always best to start your day with a glass of water or in my case a sachet of water.

"Your boss called__"

"Omg! What did he say?" I panicked. My hands flew instinctively to my chest.

"That he was giving you the day off. He heard about what happened yesterday night." She said, finally bringing the cup of tea to her lips. I could see even from where I stood that it was very hot. The smoke coming from it could kill a new born.

I could not tell why she fancied boiling tea as I deemed fit to call the tea she makes.

Didn't it burn her?

But on a second thought she brings a hot pot down with her hand, something I won't dare to do. I heard it was common with African mothers, I mean the hot pot stuff.

"That's nice, I didn't think he cared about my well being." I said, my heartbeat finally returning to normal. The panic I was feeling ended momentarily

"I don't know for him honestly, well he is your boss and should care. That aside, Chisom came to check on you this morning to remind you of your meeting with the landlady."

"Oh I remember. I should probably start getting ready now before she comes again. Maybe I will sleep when I come back."

"Be nice you know we have not paid our rent yet, and she has been good to us. Partially." My mum paused then she seemed to think about something. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, no." I blurted out. Secrets could be revealed in the meeting. Secrets I didn't want her knowing. "I can handle it myself trust me." With that I turned to leave.

"Mira!" My mum called me immediately I entered the room. And to think that I was just there with her and she didn't tell me what she wanted to say now. Mothers just really enjoyed shouting the name of their kids especially their daughters.

"Yes mum!" I shouted back.

"Eat before you leave!"

"Yes mum!"

I tried looking for something decent to wear without making a lot of noise so I won't wake Daniel up, who I just discovered was genuinely now asleep.

My brothers were really enjoying the weekend unlike me.

I thought about Scar and a smile involuntarily crept up my face, then I remembered what he said and exhaled, frowning.

I couldn't start taking down my box from the hanger so I picked up a simple black gown with flowery designs that was just within my reach.

The gown was a little above my knees, with a short hand and It was V neck shaped. It looked really nice on me. Black was my color thanks to my rather light complexion.

I didn't know why I suddenly felt the need to look beautiful today.

It wasn't exactly my thing, caring about how I looked, but, today just seemed to be different.  I told myself that it wasn't because of Scar. Besides I loved that the gown made me look more mature. Thank God! I was getting tired of being called a child.