My heart bleeds on paper

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

 it's been two weeks since my engagement, I'm currently filled with anxiety and it's not because of the ring sitting on my finger but because the hospital called... my mum wants us, she requested our presence and i am covered with dread.

I took an excuse from work and I'm in my car, parked at my sister's shop which thankfully isn't far from the office waiting for her to get the hell out so we can get to the hospital. I blast my horn multiple times to remind her that she is wasting my time.

I see her rushing out of the car with her stuffs in her hand, she walks up to the car and gets in

"any longer and i would have left without you" i tell her, turning the key in the ignition and starting the car

"try it and see who'll be bringing food for you at work" she threatens. I pull out to the street heading for the express way

"you have my jollof?" i ask, my smile widening the second she raises it in the air

"with crispy fried chicken and moi-moi" she adds

"this is why i love you"

"abegi - she rolls her eyes at me - anyways, did they say anything about why mummy wants us? I'm a little scared oh" she tells me

i shake my head a no "i wish i knew but what they told you is also what they told me, i just pray everything is fine" she nods slowly, shifting he gaze to the window

"i already told Med" Med, Isaac Mohammed Tusuru, my fiancee. just thinking about it brings smiles to my face

"is he coming?" Tonye asks and i nod a yes "so you'll leave this single-hood before me, very soon you'll be a Mrs" she mocks

"stop jor - i say with a shy smile -"

"i hope mummy is well" she whispers to herself but i hear it

i sigh "me too" i whisper, but loud enough for her to hear it

After like ten minutes of pure dread and anxiety filled silence my stomach breaks it, loud enough enough for the world to hear that i haven't given it food throughout today.n In my defence it's just 1pm

"you skipped breakfast shebi (right)?" my sister asks, still facing the window

"i woke up late" i answered with an excuse

"you always wake up late, even if you manage to sleep early you still wake up late, so stop using it as an excuse and please stop skipping breakfast. My eatery's name is Easy Eats for a reason, i can always bring you breakfast and it's close to your workplace" she scolds. i hear her, i know my habit is bad but the only thing that is sitting in my head right now is that she almost named her her eatery 'Quickies'. I snort a little laughter

"what's funny?, I'm telling you something important and you're laughing? am i a comedian?" she says, a little irritated

"no, it's not that - "then what is it?" she cuts me off

"It's just that, i remembered that you almost named your eatery 'quickies'" i say and start laughing at the memory. it took about 20 minutes for us to tell her that 'quickies' might not digest well with people's food.

I hear her laugh and i take a quick glance at her 'at least she isn't so tense again' i think to myself

"we're almost here" she says and i nod.

We're at a traffic stop, first one in line, waiting for the light to turn green while basking in our own thoughts. I really do hope it's something very minor, why does she want to see us?, is sh alright? i hope she's alright oh, if she wants to do last supper she should better take her time oh, better reconsider that last and do only supper, because I'm not ready to give her to heaven just yet.