Tapestry Of Lives: A Multifaceted Journey

Chapter Thirty-eight

The next morning, Rukky stormed into Ronke's office, her fury palpable and a newspaper clenched tightly in her hand.

Yemisi and Ronke were in the middle of a cheerful tea session, their laughter abruptly cut short when they spotted Rukky's stormy presence.

"What on earth is it now?" Ronke snapped, her tone laced with irritation.

"You bitch!" Rukky marched over to the couch and smacked the newspaper across Ronke's face. "I trust you can read, or did your so-called primitive husband forget to sign you up for adult education?"

Yemisi sprang up, ready to defend her friend. "Hold on a second! Let's get it straight-her so-called 'primitive' husband is a former president of the country and current senator. Plus, he owns this building. So watch your mouth, before you dig yourself into a deeper hole."

Rukky wasn't looking for a brawl, but if Yemisi kept prodding, she might just end up with a busted head.

Rukky sneered, her eyes raking over Yemisi with derision. "Oh, look at this- overcooked shrimp with nothing but complaints, a crayfish with no legs or fins, opening her rotten mouth to trash talk one of the finest creations God ever made."

Ignoring her stupidity, Rukky puff her shoulders proudly, "Anyways, I have not come here for a lunatic like you. Today is not just your day. Shameless bitch." She faced Ronke who was trying hard to hide her face after reading the newspaper. "So you're blind, hmm? You totally became dumb and can't speak anymore? Didn't you once mentioned that my daughter doesn't have the qualities of a good wife material? Or should I say bridal material? If she doesn't, then what is your miserable son doing in her life?" When the latter remained quiet, she snapped. "Ronke, I'm asking you! So after all you and your family did to my poor innocent daughter, you still had the urge to summon all courage to tell your stupid, maniac son to remarry my daughter. Isn't it? After all the humiliation you all gave her."

Ronke shot up from her seat, her eyes blazing with anger. "Hold up, Rukky! Let me set the record straight. I'm not involved in this mess you're ranting about. I'm just hearing about it myself, and frankly, your daughter doesn't have the credentials to match my son's standards. If your daughter had any sense, she'd-"

"Excuse me!" Rukky raised her hand in the air, gesturing her to keep quiet. She won't take any rubbish from her at all. What nonsense! How dare she? "My daughter is not lame neither is she like your brainless chicken son who's brain has been used to wash back of pots in your husband's mansion. Oh, you think I don't know how cheap and ratchet all of you in your family are? The worst thing is that you all don't care to hide your shame at all or cover your dirty liners. Go home and tell your brainless son--Dayo to stay away from my daughter or else I'll do to you times two of what you guys did to my daughter in her previous marriage." She said and left.

Ronke's fists tightened, her face flushed with a rage she had never known before. This was a level of humiliation she had never faced in her life, all because of her son's blunders.

"Don't you dare," she seethed, her teeth clenched as she shot a warning glare at Yemisi, who was trying to offer her comfort.

But before Ronke could fully recover, the door flung open again. It was Rukky, clearly not finished with her tirade.

"What now?" Yemisi snapped. "Haven't you caused enough damage? Just get out!"

Rukky's demeanor was icy as she surveyed the room. She wasn't looking for a fight, but if anyone dared to push her further, they might want to call for an ambulance and keep a doctor on standby.

She ignored Yemisi and diverted her eyes towards the cold and fuming Ronke. "My daughter didn't come home last night neither is she picking my calls or her sister's calls either. I believe you also told your brainless son to lure her to his bed." She scoffed, happy to see the anger in Ronke's eyes and how pained she is. "Just pray. Ronke, I said pray and fast very well, because if my daughter doesn't return before the end of today--" And in Yoruba, she added, almost swearing. "I'll roast all of you in that family like barbecue especially this dry log of wood standing beside you." She dash out, banging the door hard behind her.