CHAPTER 4
He prepared the rice and veggie with the help of my little
sister, olaedo, who was around at that time. The sweet aroma of the food alone
could pacify my hungry stomach. Damian is the best white rice and veggie cook I
have ever met in my life, as his rice is usually singular and not clustered and
gummy like the one olaedo cooks at home. I watched my parents as they sniff in
the food aroma; it is so painful to say but my man is a real man, just like my
dad…, I will say. They two handsome guys know how to treat their woman. We
usually called my dad a woman wrapper because he listens and followed my mom
all around when we were younger.
His wife, my mother soon became the most important part of
him. Their love was sacred and my mom soon became the envy of every other woman
who desire the type love my dad showers on my mom. When I clocked 12 I vowed
that my husband will love and treasure me just like my dad does to my mom, and
that prayer God is really granting me.
I was caught up with the thought of how perfect my man and
dad is when I heard my sister announce that breakfast is ready.
I looked up and saw Damian approaching my sitting place; he
jerked me up and walked to the dining table, with me still resting comfortably
on his arms. My family hardly eats without saying a general before meal prayer.
The prayer was led by Damian, whose prayer we appreciated. He acted just like
family. The meal was too delicious that people like my dad and olaedo desired
for more.
That day was Saturday so my dad didn’t bother going to work
as usual. Damian paid his respect to my parents by not sharing the same bed
with me, and then bathing the same time with me. I believe my dad left his eyes
open to make sure that we were never in the room all alone. I guess he doesn’t
trust me nor him; his only reason for allowing Damian to come in and go out of
our house being so that I can heal perfectly well.
I understand him because he is a man of integrity and the
villagers respected him, so he won’t wish to be disgraced by his daughter whom
he bragged about. He never ceases to brag to his friends about me whenever they
come visiting. All of his friends called me nnem meaning my mother. They always claim me as their daughter in-law
because I am beautiful, brilliant, smart and obedient, speaking their thoughts
and believe.
Two weeks later, I was
lying on my bed, probably waiting for when manner will fall from heaven so that
I will eat. My baby was requesting for food and there was nothing at home.
Damian always brought good for me and my family, but that day he travelled and
my dad haven’t been paid yet. I tried to endure hunger by reading an interesting
novel, titled daziella. The story was written by a dope author, Anointing
Azuoma; I love the characters of the novel so much.
Soon enough I couldn’t endure the hunger any longer, as my
stomach started rumbling and my tongue started to taste salty. I felt like
vomiting so much.
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