"Sir... I had no idea where you were going? I thought you'll come home hungry and it's dinner I prepared sir..." She tried to explain but a hard slap hit her across her face. It whirled so fast that she almost fell to the ground.
Flabbergasted.
"Where's the porrage? Where's the porrage you wasted?!"
It's already in the dustbin sir...
"What? You wasted all of that?!" He clamoured.
"I can't believe this! You had no food to eat and I brought you home. Now what did you do? You waste my food?"
"No.. no... Sir." She shivered to so much tears. She cried as she knelt down in front of him.
"I...I tthought no one would eat it."
"What about you? Can't you eat it?" Elijah asked, looking hurt.
He kept quiet, not knowing what to reply him with.
"Shut up, son! Am I not talking to you?! I said why can't you eat it?! Perhaps, you cooked it yourself!"
"I'm sorrry s-sir, forgive me." She begged.