Serendipity

Chapter 11 : Incest

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It had been a week since Ify left, yet her phone was not going through. Derin and Lola where worried. Derin tried calling again but to no avail.

The smell of burnt eggs circled her nostrils as she walked into her mother's home. Derin had decided to visit her mother, since they hadn't seen each other in a very long time.

Derin walked in freely. Her step brother was lounged on the couch nearby and barely acknowledged her. She ignored him and walked to the kitchen. Derin and Micheal often had an awkward air between them. It happened since he had made moves on her. Michael was a year younger and was Dele's child. A result of his first marriage. Derin however, did not feel attracted to Micheal and she saw it as incest. They were related in a way (sort of) and it would be wrong to let his childish antics ruin her.

Her mother was putting out the fire that had caught the eggs. Derin chuckled "really mom?"

Her mother looked up abruptly. For a minute she forgot her burnt eggs.

"Aderinsola!" She gasped.

Derin cringed at her full name. Her mother often said it with so much force, as if to stress out the meaning of the name.

The crown walks in wealth.

At times she wondered if her mother had named her that because she was screwing the rich politician or if she had named her that because she taught it was befitting. Perhaps her mother was a firm believer in that crap about names being the definition of ones future.

The crispy burnt smell of eggs waft across the air. Shola gasped and turned back to the stove. She grabbed the frying pan carefully and carried it to the back yard.

Derin leaned on the refrigerator. Her bum relaxed comfortably on the side and she dropped her hand bag on the surface. Her mom walked back into the kitchen with an empty frying pan. She dropped it in the sink and smiled up at Derin.

"Let's go to the living room. Michael will wash this later" Shola smiled.

Derin's brows creased "why? Just wash it off now na"

"When Michael is in the house?"

"If he isn't here nko?"

Shola clapped her hands together and stared at Derin. "Why are you defending him. Michael does all this things oh. He is such a good kid"

"Is he working" Derin whispered. She didn't want Micheal hearing his name. It would seem as though she cared. Which she really didn't, she was only being inquisitive.

"Well... He got called for an interview last week. I don't know if he has gotten the job. Micheal and I don't talk like that." Shola wiped her hand at the back of her jean trouser. She grabbed Derin's arm and pulled her out of the kitchen.

Micheal was still in the same position Derin had met him earlier. Shola cleared her throat.

"Dide. Stand up."

Michael briefly lifted his head. He glanced from Derin to Shola before he stood up and sat properly. His singlet was raised to his chest. His flat stomach was set on display. Derin sat down opposite him while her mother sat beside him.

"Derinsola. What will you take? This one you came by?" Her mother let out a toothy grin.

"Funmi Juice." She relaxed into the couch. "What of Uncle Dele?"