AMAL: hope

CHAPTER SIX ❤️❤️

* The secret of success is to do things uncommonly well.*

AMAL.

   

    The next day, mama was roughly dragged out of her cell. Goggo tried to come out but a police hit the barton on the iron door creating a sheering sound. Goggo eyed him and am sure she is inwardly cursing them like I am.

  After a couple of hours have passed, we saw aunty Basma and a police officer coming towards us.

" What are you doing here." Goggo voiced out my question. The evil woman smirked and looked at the police man who was fumbling to open our door.

  " You better be grateful for this lady here that helped you people, nonsense." The officer of yesterday said rudely.

" Ina is not dead, and your mother did it all because of self-defense. Ina wanted to kill your mama." Aunty Basma said.

Ina wanted to kill mama, but it was aunty Basma who was holding the knife according to Jummai, then the knife was seen on mama's hand, something is missing. Something doesn't add up.

Aunty Basma held my hand tight even her artificial nails started digging into my flesh. I wince in pain but she held me tighter.

  After all the procedure, we met mama sitting on a bench outside, looking so rough, we were actually looking rough. Spending two nights in a cell is worse than you can imagine.

  A tricycle stopped and Aunty Basma said what she wants to say before we entered. I looked at Mama, tears came to my eyes. Marriage is not a do or die affair. If you can't find your happiness, you should leave. Mama has broken down beyond recognition, her torn lips her deep dead eyes. Mama was suffering in silence,the pain was too much for her alone. I felt like crying. I felt fustrated. I couldn't help my own mother. Maybe I should agree to this marriage so mama will be free. I slowly wept.

  Jummai was waiting for us in front of our house. As soon as she saw us she ran not caring our dirty clothes, she hugged us so tight. I noticed a burn wound on her hand, but I kept quiet. I heard sniffles only to look down and see Jummai crying. Mama didn't say anything, she just moved Jummai aside and entered the house. Mama was acting like she was possessed.

  " If you people are through with your madness, go and fill the whole rubbers in this house." Aunty Basma said and left majestically.
  I saw Hindatu looking at me with tears and pity. I know she has her own problem. she couldn't even come out to see me, cause her stepmother was outside. I couldn't bear half of her pain cause at least I still have a mother to run to.

  I took a white paint bucket from the corridor, and gave Jummai a smaller pale blue bucket and we head down to a new site were we used to fetch water now. It's a new comprehensive school. We waited in line for our turn, admist of all the fighting and argument between people who came first, we were able to manova our way and we fetched ours.
Considering the line at the tap stand, we were a bit earlier due to how we squeezed our way there.

  When we arrived home, I drop the bucket, hoping to go and rest only for Aunt Basma to send us five more trips down to fetch water, why. Who are we to refute. I jejely took my weak, tired and skeletal looking legs towards the tap to fetch them. I was as tired as anything else. When I was done I began to feel serious headache from the back of my head like I was about to die. I head straight to my room and take my medication, as my head was about to touch the mat, my name was called out again, I hurriedly rushed out to met her.