Nothing to say so.....
Asma
Cramps... deadass cramps were killing me, it was just six am in the morning, and here I was rolling in bed, I had seven filled doughnuts two days ago, ice-cream and a sorbet that was too sweet, yesterday on my way to school despite the warning cramps I was having I got some bubble tea, when coming back I got Maya and I slush which she liked and even said thank you, she told her father 'Asma'u got it for me' we're improving just to say, from nanny, to not calling my name then Asma'u, I have to teach her Asma now, that's if I survive this
I got off the bed to go and make cinnamon and cloves tea, I noticed Maya's light on, she must be getting ready for school, I tiptoed through the pain downstairs, pushing the door to the kitchen I was met with a scary sight, this boy with a man's body was by the stove making something and to mention he was shirtless, from the looks of it, it was for Maya's lunch, I said a soft salam, he turned to look at me without acknowledging me or answering my Salam, he picked up a black shirt from one of the islands and threw it on though the only difference was I wasn't seeing his skin again but it clung like a second skin
I've not been in the kitchen a lot, I didn't know where most things were and I need the spices "is there cinnamon in the house" he took off his AirPod before answering, typical Nigerian right there "check the pantry, the-" he stopped and opted to pick it up by himself, he saved himself the stress, I would have asked again if I didn't see it which has a ninety percent possibility of happening, he came back with a jar that had giant cinnamon sticks, he handed it over to me and I collected it but I need cloves
"Cloves?" I asked, he sighed, he's fond of doing that, he took his time finish and turn off the stove before getting what I asked for, next he brought out two apples, a cucumber, lime, carrots he peeled them and juiced them as I brewed my tea, he transferred it to grey Stanley cup before gulping it down in one go, my eyes shut in pain, it would go in 3, 2, 1.... "Fuck" I said out loud hitting the island behind me thrice with my clenched fist, you know when you expect the pain to subside but it worsens, yup, that happened, I held the edge of the island, I'm in labor, I'm giving birth, no my fucking uterus is shedding the hell out "stop cussing" bitch, he's a bitch, I'm in pain and all he cares is that I'm cussing, fuck him then
It took it another ten seconds to stop, I released a shaky breath and got a mug out and started adding some sugar "Reduce the sugar" he spoke, I hate this man I really do, why was he being stingy with sugar, there's a whole lot, I put only four spoons instead of my normal five and a half and he's saying reduce
When he saw I had no intention of doing so he came to me and took the mug, reduced three spoons leaving me with one, it wasn't even up to one, I looked at the sugar in the mug me zanyi da sinane sugan da ya bari? I felt like punching him, my whole life I've never seen someone like this man before, he picked the jar and placed it in the top cupboard making sure he kept in on the top layer so I can't reach, I glared at his back, stingy bitch
I poured in my tea and stirred it, it wasn't purposely but as I took the first sip my eyes twitched like when you take something disgusting and sour, it was bland with the strong taste of cinnamon and cloves "can I have the sugar, it's too bland" it wasn't a request and he knew it "given your situation, no. I won't have you throwing cuss words everywhere it's just six in the morning" and he walked out, he walked out without giving me the sugar, he should eat it, I don't want, I took another sip, Wallahi I'm lying I need that sugar
I pulled a bar stool and easily got the sugar, after adding four spoons I left it there for him to see it when he comes back, it's my body right, I'm the one feeling the pain, he should mind his business
After finishing my cup, I put on my heat pad and went back to sleep till the wrenching pain woke me up around nine o'clock, I tried to get up but it had me screaming, I couldn't move, my back, it hurt badly then a whole new wave of stomach cramps, curse the sugar i took, I should have listened, tears flowed out of my eyes, I tried to reach my phone but it was too far, I decided to do the only thing possible, shout
