My Life in Pieces✔️:#projectNigeria

Chapter Thirty- five

Zoeya's POV
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Six months later

I sigh as I turned into our street. Its snowing this period and all the houses and streets have a similar look. I parked the car and walked into the house briskly.

As I got in i took off my coat, my boot and scarf. Filippo came to lick my feet. Eem named her cat Filippo BTW..

"Hey boy". I rubbed his ears while he meowed with satisfaction.

"I'm home!". I said to no-one in particular but at least there was always someone to respond.

Then Mrs Haroon limped slightly out of the kitchen. She had an apron on as if she was making dinner. Her white hair is getting pronounced daily, stress was badly written on her forehead.

"Ina inyi ma"( good evening ma). I made my way to her as I squatted lightly and placing her right hand on my forehead as a sign of respect.

"Lafiya. Ya yau"(how was your day?). She asked making her way back to the kitchen while I followed.

Me being the sucker at Hausa and didn't want her to go further continued the conversation in English "It was fine. How was yours?". I picked an apple in the fruit basket and proceeded to the sink to wash it.

"It was okay. That woman just left here. Mai sunan ta ma? (what's her name again) ". She turned of the heat on the gas. I knew it was madam Serena she was referring to.

She tends to forget alot of things these days. I even wonder how she doesn't forget her name. She claims not to be ill, yeah we all know she's emotionally ill. Several pleas have been made for her to go back to the Country but she turned deaf ears. She wants to stay till Aaryan recovers.

"Madam Serena?". I inquired even though I knew it was her. "How was the day with her?". I threw the remnants of the apple in the trash can, washed my hands and gulped down a glass of water.

"Yeah, she was okay. Iman is asleep". She took of her apron. That's Mrs Haroon, always preparing a delicacy she wouldn't eat and then force you too. She only eats the next day and a small portion.

"Hmm... She played alot today right? With Filippo". She cleaned the counter.

"Uhum. She did". Then she walked out of the kitchen. I exhaled heavily and looked at the fried rice with turkey she prepared but I wasn't hungry. For the past few months I shoved food right through me cause I was a bag of bones.

I scooped a spoon of it on a plate and took a turkey leg after which I added a glass of water. Water was the only thing that kept me going all these while. I walked to the dining and ate in silence and washed the dishes. Then I headed to my room and found Eem sprwaling on the bed. I adjusted her form and covered her with blankets.

I showered, prayed and jumped into my bed. After spending fruitless trying to get some sleep I brought out my phone and two messages came in. One from Greta and the other Fariyah. The two people I am grateful for. I tapped on Greta.

Greta 😍
Hey. Have you gotten home?.

Me
Yeah. A while ago. You?

Greta 😍
Yeah. Finished eating. Kinda 😴. Later 💝.

I sighed and then tapped on Fariyah's message. It was a prayer point. I replied her but she was offline. She seemed to be sending me prayer points nowadays.

Eem stirred on the bed as I viewed statuses. She looked tired as if she played alot today, I took notice of her features and saw how beautiful she was. I was lucky to have her.