Jamal and I sat on the bed as I rested my head on his chest as he played with my hair. I enjoyed him playing with my hair that sleep almost took me away before I heard a noise downstairs. Someone was yelling my name downstairs as Jamal and I went out of the room to see who it was that was yelling my name that loud like a dog.
Jamal and I went downstairs as I saw my step mum who was standing in the living breathing rapidly. If she continues shouting like that she may die.
" Ina huni hajiya ( good afternoon hajiya) " I greeted but she didn't answer me . Instead she eyed me up and down before finally hissing at me.
" Jamal are you mad or something, why would you send your wife to the boysquaters to stay. Are you ok at all " she scolded Jamal as he grumbled
" mum what do you want again, leave me alone this is my life abeg " Jamal shouted as his mum breathed a laugh
I never knew he could speak pidgin.
" because of this thing " she said pointing at me " you've now grown wings to talk to me anyhow right ?" She said
" hajiya I didn't even know he sent her to the boysquaters, I asked him to bring her back to the house immediately he told me " I said defensively
" who asked you ?" She asked
" look here mum, I won't tolerate you walking into my house to insult my wife " Jamal said as I stared at him
" are you sending me out " she questioned
" what is it self. Shebi you have your own husband, does baba's mum show up every 2 seconds of your marriage to make your life miserable? . Please mum let me be , leave me alone " Jamal yelled out as hajiya picked up her handbag on the chair.
" I would go , but be expecting me anytime soon " hajiya said.
I watched her hug zainab before walking out of the front door. What has gotten into her lately, she's been rude to me all of a sudden. Zainab must have said something to her, am sure of it.
" what did you gain now by reporting me to my mum " Jamal asked zainab as she stood still quiet
" let's go to our room " I said grabbing Jamal's arm as we both left zainab downstairs and went upstairs to our room.
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