Meenah writes ✍️
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.
“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.
“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.
To Be Continued…. . . .