MINA THE SIDE CHICK
CHAPTER THREE
I also spotted Madam Marble. As soon as my son saw me, he rushed and jumped into my arms, and I lifted him up.
“Mum! You left me at school and…” he said, looking so sad.
“I am so sorry, baby. Mummy got a little distracted today with work,” I said, turning to the teacher. “Thank you so much, Marble. I was already so worried. I hope it didn’t affect your schedule.”
“It’s no big deal, Ma’am. Actually, I live around this neighborhood, so I thought of bringing him along.”
I pressed a 5000 banknote into her palm. “Here’s for your trouble. And thank you again.”
“Oh no, Ma’am! Emmanuel is a good boy and a nice kid too. I just wanted to help him get home.”
She waved at my son and left. I ignored the fact that my husband had come and decided to concentrate on my son. It was because of him that I forgot Emma at school.
I took out Emma’s uniform and was about to take him to the room when I heard a voice from behind.
“And where exactly did you leave my children and go to?”
“Good day to you too, George!” I ignored his question and proceeded to the room.
“Mina! Am I not talking to you?” He became agitated.
“Oh, are we doing a question and answer session now, huh?”
“Where did you…”
“From his school, George! From Emmanuel’s school,” I said in a loud voice, before realizing my son was still there. I asked my son to go to the room, ease himself, and take off his shoes so that I could come and bathe him. When he was finally gone, I proceeded.
“I was occupied with Nuella that I forgot about his closing time. By the time I rushed there, his teacher had brought him home already.”
“And you left Nuella alone at home, crying and all messed up?”
“Okay, since we’re up for questions and answers today, how about you tell me where you’ve been? Why has your phone been off all this while?”
“And what do you mean by that? I told you I was going…”
“To Uganda for a trip, right?! But what I don’t understand is why my friend, who in fact doesn’t live in Uganda, saw you at her cousin’s wedding with another woman, whom she thought was me.”
“Excuse me! I… I am just coming back from a long journey which happens to have been so stressful, and all you have to do is attack me with a made-up story?” I knew he would obviously deny it, so I showed him the picture.
“George, look at this. Isn’t that you?”
“Yeah! But…”
“But what, George? Or do you mean to tell me it’s someone who looks like you?” I asked.
“Of course, it coul…”
“Wow, what a coincidence, huh? Because it looks to me like he’s also wearing the robe I got you for your birthday.”
He took out his phone, scrolling through it, and then showed me some pictures he had taken with a certain organization.
“Does this prove that I was at work? Can I have peace in my own house now?” He asked and walked away, leaving me puzzled. As much as I knew he was still lying to me, I couldn’t keep up with the argument. He would just look for more lies and try to convince me or make me look bad.
I suddenly remembered I had asked Emma to go ease himself and quickly rushed because I knew how mischievous he was. Just like I had expected, Oga had finished easing himself and brought out his colors from his backpack. He took them to the bath and soaked them in water. He had opened the shower and drawn with his colors on the wall.
I was already so exhausted that I had no energy to scold him. I rushed in, scolded, and spanked him. When I was done, I dressed him, took him downstairs, and made supper for everyone. While they were eating, I went upstairs to clear the mess Emma had made before heading to my room to clean myself up.
I had just undressed and was ready to head to the bathroom when suddenly a message popped up on my husband’s phone, which was on the bedside cupboard. It was in my nature to be nosy, but I got curious and wanted to really know where my husband had gone. I rushed over to where the phone was and tapped on it.
His notifications could be read even without opening the phone, so I saw a message that read, “Hey! Thanks for coming. I really enjoyed our time together. Hope we can spend time like this as…” I could not read all because I needed to open his phone. I didn’t know his password, and at the same time, I heard his footsteps coming to our room.
TO BE CONTINUED
