Yellow Tales of a Nigerian Housemaid (completed)

Chapter Fifty Six

Aunt Oby turned around to meet the burning gaze of her sister resting angrily on her. After long seconds of staring at each other, aunt Agnes rolled her eyes before making her way into the kitchen, calmly brushing past aunt Oby who was standing by the doorway. Aunt Oby's eyes followed her sister swiftly as she made her way in, watching her keenly as she walked towards me.

Aunt Agnes stood by my right, her back resting on the cabinet near the wall. Instinctively I stopped doing the dishes, with my hands running playfully in the bowl filled with water.

I know my aunts especially Agnes would want me turn and face her, so she could study my countenance while asking the million questions in her mind, but the truth is I can't. This act never ends well for me, it's usually a trap to another undeserved punishment.

Aunt Oby would want me to say nothing to her sister lest she beats me up, while aunt Agnes would want me to say the truth lest I go hungry. Each of them possess the power to manipulate me, and they're doing a great job of it.

Who then would I go against?
Aunt Oby or aunt Agnes?

"What are you supposed to tell me Nneogo?" Aunt Agnes asked. I knew better than to back them or keep silent, so I slowly turned around to face her.

She was wearing a blue singlet on a white bum shorts, her firm nipples poking out underneath it. The shorts clung onto her body revealing every single curve. I'd be sincere, aunt Agnes had a beautiful shape, a wonderful curve that I was certain, made heads whip. She knows this and never ever forget to show it off, whether at home or in the open. To complement her look, she wore her blue fluffy footwear, which was among the stuffs her husband got her when he visited.

"Aunty nothing" I replied, lowering my eyes to avoid her gaze.

"You heard her, it's nothing. We were just discussing some stuffs that aren't so important. Isn't that true Nneogo?" Aunt Oby chipped in.

I was silent.

Aunt Agnes was silent too, listening as her sister lie through her teeth. When aunt Oby was done, aunt Agnes turned to me again, this time catching my glance. "It will do us a lot of good if you say the truth. The truth will set you free remember?"

"Ehhh... Aunty... It isn't something much really. It's eh.. " I stuttered.

"Better don't call my name there" Aunt Oby was quick to shut me up, her eyes angrily blazing into my skull. She then turned to her sister. "Why can't you just concentrate on doing what you came here for? Why interrogating and intimidating the little girl Agnes? Must you know everything?" She asked angrily.

"Once it concerns me, then yes I must know Oby." Aunt Agnes replied, her eyes still on me. "Nneogo start talking"

I lowered my head and kept it down for as long as I spoke. "It's nothing serious. Aunt Oby just expressed a desire for her son to have a baby walker, and she asked if I can beg you to assist her in getting one". I lied. The truth was I never knew how I concocted that lie or how it escaped my lips smoothly.

There was a brief silent as I waited for aunt Agnes to process what I'd just said.

"But that isn't what I heard Nneogo,  why... "

"What did you hear then?" Aunt Oby blurted out, cutting her sister off. "I know you wouldn't do it if I beg you so I asked her to do it for me, or is it now a crime?' She asked keying into my lie. I was pleased to hear her playing along, at least we now only need to find a means of convincing aunt Agnes she'd heard wrong.

"Stop ranting Oby." Aunt Agnes shot back. "I've been standing there, behind you for a while and I heard all you said." Aunt Agnes insisted pointing at the spot she'd standing.