Sharp Tongue

Episode 22

Edidiong and Sheila got into the car.
“Is this how you will continue to allow
people to walk all over you?”

Sheila smiled, “I will choose my battles
wisely.”

She eyed her, “Really?”
“Yes, and for the record, Zidani and her
friends do not worth a drop my spittle.”
Edidiong giggled.

“What would Jesus have done? I have
decided to follow his example.”

“Hmmm… ” She nodded and started the car, she backed out of the parking area and headed back to the campus. She was glad her cousin had truely changed. One can respond to insultive people in different ways. Sheila choosed to ignore their insults and walked the path of peace.

That was something she needed to learn.

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The door bell rang. Eureka groaned. Who
could that be? It was seven in the morning. Don’t people sleep anymore? Her husband turned on his side and faced her. His eyes were still closed.

“Honey… ”
“I am not leaving this bed. Whoever is at
the door should go and sleep?”

John chuckled and opened his eyes, “You
are wicked.”

“Whatever… ” She turned away and pulled
the heavy brown blanket over her head.

The door bell rang again.

“Honey… ” He shook her lightly but she
refused to respond.

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Sheila opened her eyes, yawned, stretched
her hands and legs and pulled the blanket over her head.

The door bell had woken her. She
wondered who was at the door. Who could
be visiting her parents at this hour on a
Saturday?

She heard the door bell again. Why was no
one answering it? She groaned and hurled
herself off the bed. Why did she bother to come home?

She could have remained in the hostel and no
one would have disturbed her sleep with door
bells.

She scratched her hand and neck and
staggered out of her bedroom in her pyjamas.

The bell rang again. She hissed and
quickened her step.

She yawned again and stretched her hands. Her eyes felt watery a bit. All she
wanted to do was sleep. Who was at the door?

She unlocked the front door and opened it. She
narrowed her eyes due to the rays of sun
streaming into the house. She adjusted her
gaze and noticed a couple standing three feet
away.

“Good morning Sheila.”
“Morning Sheila.”

Sheila frozed when she saw her aunt, Martha and her husband.

“Are your parents in?”
She tried to speak, but her throat felt
parched all of a sudden. She moved away from the doorway, giving them room to walk into the house.

She closed the door and watched them heading for the sitting room.

Why were they here? What do
they want? She had not seen them since
she was discharged from the hospital. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind, but none could decify her aunt and her husband’s visit.

Sheila left for the master bedroom. She
knocked and walked in.

“Mum… Dad… Aunt Martha and her husband
are here.”

No response. Where they still sleeping? She
approached the bed.

“Mum… Dad… You have… We have visitors.”
No response. She frowned and moved
closer,
“Mum! Dad!”
“We heard you young woman,” her father
sat up.

“For the love of God can’t someone sleep
anymore in this house!” Her mother got down from the bed and marched out of the room in her nightwear. She watched her leave and turned to look at her father.

“Mrs. Cranky slept late. She will be fine
once she gets enough rest as soon as possible.”

She bit her lower lip, “Why is Aunt Martha
and her husband here?”

John smiled, “Let us go and find out.”

They both left the room and headed for the
sitting room.