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Lara sat on the tiled floor, she
pulled a bowl of hot water
towards her, added some dettol,
before dipping a face towel into
the bowl.
“Easy girlie…” she soothed
herself as she massaged her
body. It had ached her all night.
“Ouch! Eeish!” she exclaimed as
she pressed her swollen eye a
little.
Her door squeaked open, she
didn’t bother to look up, she
knew it was Tony.
Tony stood for while watching
her massage and press her body
in pains. He felt his heart melt! So
he was now a ‘wife beater’ ?
“Good morning Lara.” He said
gently.
“ouch!” Lara exclaimed pressing
a swollen part of her arm.
“Errm….sorry…” Tony said
squatting beside her.
She didn’t reply, she continued
her work.
“Errm..Lara, I’m very sorry for
what happened yesterday…” he
began
“Hmph! Did you brush your teeth
this morning?” Lara covered her
nose with her free hand.
He felt offended, he exhaled
sharply
“I shouldn’t have done what I did
yesterday…my anger took better
part of me…” he was trying his
best to sound gentle.
Lara laughed quitely.
He peered at her face, he
wondered if she heard him.
She applied some balm to her
wounds before looking up at
him.
“So what now? You came to kill
me?” she asked.
“No…Lara I’m truly sorry for…”
“Abegi! Spare those thrash talk!
Go and meet your Igbo sister and
leave me alone! Who are you
trying to decieve?” she
interrupted him.
“Lara..” he tried to hold her but
she pushed him away. Her hands
moved to the bowl of water and
Swoosh! She threw it at him-
towel and all.
Tony looked suprised, he
surveyed his drenched office
clothes with his eyes.
“how dare you!” he shot at her.
“Oh yea! I just dared you!
Rubbish! Because I’m not an
Igbo that’s why you are treating
me this way shebi?” Lara rose to
her feet.
Don’t you ever try that on me
again!” Tony’s anger let loose.
“So what if I do? You’ll flog me?
Ehn? Answer me! Oshi buruku!”
she clapped her hands.
“You’ll pay for this!” he told her
walking towards the door.
“Mr Tony?” she called after him.
He stoped holding the door
knob.
Lara walked slowly towards him,
a smile playing on her lips.
“Tony, I just felt I should remind
you, that, the law of karma still
reigns!” she chuckled before
walking into her bathroom.
“Hello? Mummy?” Lara placed her
phone on her ears. She knew
what to expect. Tony has taken
her report to her mother again.
“Hello Lara? What’s this I’m
hearing about you?” her mother
began.
Lara grimaced
“So what did you hear?”
“Lara! I want you to come over
to my place now!” her mother
ordered cutting the call.
“Sure…just a few minutes, and
you’l see your beautiful daughter
with a swollen face and wounds
all over her body!” Lara said to
the phone, though she knew her
mother won’t hear.
She walked into her mother’s
sitting room without bothering
to knock. She looked around, the
room was re-furnished. Even her
mother looked furnished.
“Good day mum!” Lara threw her
bag at an armchair.
“Lara? What happened to your
eyes-your face?” her funke asked
with concern.
“Need to see some more?” Lara
chuckled showing her wounds
to her mother.
“Who did this to you?” Funke
asked again.
“of course my loving, sweet,
adorable husband!” Lara said
sarcastically.
“What?!” Funke was shocked.
“Which one is ‘what’ again?
Shebi this is what you want?
Ehn? Are you suprised?, better
save your suprised look till when
they bring …” Lara said
carefreely.
“How could he do such to you?
I’m sure something went wrong!
Was it after you poured hot
water on him?” funke said
ignoring her daughter’s sarcasm.
Lara laughed.
“my daughter, its well, you
should just go back home, I’ll call
Tony…” Funke began to say.
“not yet! I’m staying here for
atleast two weeks! I need to rest,
before going back to that
dungeon!” Lara protested,
before taking her bag inside.
Funke watched her daughter
walk inside. She picked her
phone and dailled Tony.
“Hello? My in law?”
she listened for a while
“yes! Please do me a favour, let
Lara stay with me for like a week,
please..” she lowered voice.
“Okay thanks, God bless you!”
she ended the call.
....Watch out for part 7..
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