Lovable Zainab

chapter 33

Chapter 33

Zainab's POV.

"Why would you turn down the invitation?" My mother asked glaring at me.

Apparently she heard from Yusuf mother that I refused to accept the invitation to spend Eid with them and now my mother is mad at me.

Why can't they understand that I don't want to go. My life has just gone back to normal after the sentence of Adam which caused a major career damage for Mr Sani because people are seeing the bad man he is for covering up for his son crimes and nobody wants him as a senator.

"Have you forgotten how to talk?" My mother angry voice snapped me back to reality.

"Mama na, you seriously want me to go to Abuja to spend time with Yusuf. A man. You used to warn me about visiting men house how come you want me to go a spend a week with one. You are contradictin......" I didn't get to finish because she threw a shoe at me and I had to duck to prevent it from hitting me but I wasn't fast enough the shoe hit my left arm.

Sometimes I wonder if my mother forgets that I'm made of flesh and not iron. Dear mother I feel physical pain too.

"You go to your room now and start packing up because I told them you are coming. What is wrong with you? This is an opportunity to know the family you are marrying into and you want to blow it. I'll forget that you are twenty two and flog you." She threatened but I didn't back down.

"Mama you always forget that I'm twenty two. You still beat me as if I'm still eight. "

"Shut up!"

"Mama na, me I don't want to go anywhere fa. If baba buy sallah ram who will feed it?"

"Stop doing things that are meant for boys. By that time your brothers would be around. They'll take care of the ram."

"Mummy I'm not going anywhere. I miss my brother I want to spend Eid with them."

My mother lunged for me and I ran from her room to my room. She followed me anyway. For a woman in her early fifties she sure knows how to run. Even faster than a young blood like me because she caught me before I could lock my door.

"Listen young lady." She grabbed my hand.  "In three days time you will leave for Abuja so start packing now. If you are having problem packing just tell me and I'll help you."  She warned.

She let go of me  and pushed me into my room.

"It's not fair wallahi." I whined almost at the verge of crying.

"Why can't you understand that this is for your own good. I thought your father would be the one to oppose this but it's you the beneficiary. What I'm I going to do with you?" She sighed frustratingly.

"You can just leave me to do my thing."

"No. I'll call Maryam to help you with packing because if I leave you to do it yourself. We won't have any wedding anymore."

I wonder why.

"I have a great fashion sense." I defended.

"No you don't. You dress like all the clothes you have were given to you as charity from a very fat woman."

It is kinda true big clothes are comfortable.

"Oh slightly sweet mother of mine. Baggy is the new trend. Loose clothing is now fashion." I said defending my fashion sense."

"Yes loose clothe is fashion but not the type you were. It's like someone dash you the clothes. I might be old-school but I know what you wear is not presentable."