“Clement was at my house early this morning.” Stephanie’s mum had begun during lunch break at her office and Stephanie was taken aback.
“Listen, I truly understand how you feel but I still maintain that if you really want to have a blissful, peaceful relationship with anyone, you must be ready to pay a price. That’s called sacrifices.
Stephanie went dead silent as her eyes moistened while her mum continued. “And you know something about sacrifice? It pains! It pains to give it out. Please go home today and do what he’s asking of you”
But she remained adamant and Clement passed the evening in silent aloofness and as she stepped into the bedroom after her bath, one of the pillows had disappeared as well as the spare duvet.
He had gone to the visitors’ room to pass the night and she later stood before the dining table for a while mopping at the food he refused to eat.
“It’s the normal thing. Don’t worry. He will get over it. Everything will be fine in the end” she told herself.
But when Clem left in the morning again without the usual teasing and laughing section with her, she wondered what next.
What would she do? Give in?
Talk to someone?
Definitely! But, neither her mother nor Amaka should serve that purpose.
Someone else should.
Someone wiser, more exposed and more educated.
She stood in the balcony, her knuckles firm on her hips as she daydreamed away the 45 minutes in her hand before leaving for work. Her eyes were fixed absent-mindedly on Mrs Gelu’s golden brown house when it hit her,
“She’s that someone I could talk to. Why didn’t I think about her before now?” She said to her self, nodding her head thoughtfully
Mrs Gelu was Stephanie’s neighbour, her house was behind hers. She was a strong-willed pretty widow in her late 60’s. Some did not like how bossy she was and how she used her husband as her handbag when he was alive and some said she should stop having anything to do with politics and the army.
She was one of the neighbours Clem asked her to be careful with. Reason; she had a bad past. But Stephanie was not the type to look down on people because of their past. She kept her distance anyway, she needed to please him.
But now that she had broken one useless rule, she was ready to break another.
She looked at her wristwatch, adjusted her shoulder bag from the left to right, a little nervous and walked towards Mrs Gelu’s gate.
She knocked on the gate and two dogs responded with continuous barking and after a strong rattle of the door bolt and chains, the door opened and the chatter began during which Stephanie was more of a listener. Mrs Gelu was such a talkative.
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