Game Of Thorns

7

It's Friday today, also our second day here in our new apartment.

Dad has gone to officiate paperworks, concerning his transfer here and mom's also out with her best friend Mrs Nana to get stuffs for our new home.

It's disappointing I didn't get to see her before they left though, cause my ears are leaking of her praises since we got here.

Aaliyah is asleep on the old mat on the floor, the house is yet to be furnished, everything probably got cleared, out except from the plastic chair and the fairly good cupboard hanging on the kitchen wall.

Sultan keeps hopping playfully, mimicking his favourite character "Cat boy", while watching PJ mask on my tab.

"Sultan naw, be fast I also want to download films before mom comes back naa"

I ask for the phone for the numberless time, while he pretends not to hear and when I attempt to snatch it from him, he instantly jumps from where he sat on the floor and ran to the room.

If it were Aaliyah in my shoe, he'd willingly give her the tab, without her having to even ask.

I wonder where I've wronged him that he barely ever listens to me.

"Mtchew, you'd come oh, is not your fault".

I hissed and snaps my finger at his face, when he came back to the room.

If not for mom that said I should share my tab with them till we get a tv fixed, not his silly fault, Mtchew (hisses).

A firm hefty knock on the door jolts me up and I inwardly swore dad was back already.

"Arrgh, God why so soon".

I shrug, and reluctantly head to get the door, while another tap lands on it.

"I'm coming sir", I scream, and doubled my pace.

Sultan hurriedly turns of the tab, and throws himself beside Aaliyah, pretending to be asleep with his silly snore.

The door doesn't have a peephole and without hesitation, I turn the lock open.

A tall sturdy man stood at the door, probably two steps away with a smile etched on the side of his lips.

"Good morning sir"

I address, closely observing the man at my front.

"Can't deny the fact he has similar features to my dad, and smells exactly the same", I thought stylishly taking my nose closer for a sniff.

I was right, he's definitely wearing the same Hausa perfume my dad uses.

"Afternoon my dear, how're you?...

... Is your daddy at home? "

He asks, his huge body shadowing over my small frame, as he takes a brief glance inside the house.

The blaring tone of his phone, diverted his attention and he snatches it, from his joggers pocket.

"Hello, no Robert!..

.... We shouldn't be that harsh, besides they are children and definitely still think little yunno"

He whispers, even when the rage in his voice made him a little audible.

"What do they understand ehn, besides no one's usually at home with them, it's mainly cause of the freedom given to them, listen to me naw"..

He fiercely converse over the phone, his muscles flexing in rage as he tries making whoever was on the phone see his view.