14:39
Wakama finally walked into the living room, bags were clutched in both hands – the left hand held more than three polythene bags, while her right carried her office purse. Her eyes narrowed at her man immediately, he was restlessly yawning out from the passageway. Jeffery kept his gaze on her too, hoping that everything he was communicating to her would be completely comprehended without verbal expressions.
‘What?’ She asked sharply, deliberately ignoring his bulging phallus, ‘Honey, how many times would I have to tell you not to leave the back door open. Three rats were almost trudging in through it when I came in; it was my interruption that stopped them. Heavens know how many might have entered before I got there.’
There was silence at first, it was difficult to tell either Wakama was oblivious of Jef’s advances or she was deliberately ignoring him, but Jeffery soon broke the silence, “You’ve been away since morning” he said almost in a hungry man whisper.
“Of course I know. But that still doesn’t have anything to do with this. Those rats could be poisonous, they could cause serious medical tension if they get to enter the kids’ room, you know how much I hate rats.” Her oral pipe seemed to have lost control as she kept on talking, scolding and condemning her hubby. “My children… – our childrens’ health is…- should be – paramount to us, if anything happens to them, you know what chaos we are going to be in.” She said as she clumsily dropped some of the items on the dining table. Her mind was hardly focused on anything she was doing.
“You are right Dear. I’m sorry… the -”
“There is no need to be sorry.” She said brusquely, the first bag she was now emptying on the table had some new provisions for her kids, she arranged it all neatly, unwrapping some from the packs. “You are always sorry, this is getting out of hand, you should consider not making use of that back door for some time. I think, with that you should be able to adjust perfectly. Rats and other dangerous animals creep in easily when doors are open.” She hissed as she started heading towards her room.
“Well, I’m sorry, I went to carry out some things from the booth of my car, and both hands were busy when I came in, that was why I actually forgot to close the door. How was your day? Bolatito has . . .”
