“What do you mean, mom? ” I asked her, taking a seat on the bed, looking up at her.
“I’m just saying that you should be careful with her,” my mom said, passively. “In just how many days of knowing her, you meet that man. I wonder what other surprises lies in associating with her.”
I know my mom could be paranoid but I am usually more paranoid than she was. Juliet, however, seemed like a decent lady. I didn’t get any negative vibe from her at all. Never had she pointed out that I was lower class. In fact, she had always treated me like a sister every since the day I helped her get her stolen purse back from a thief at a particular busy bus stop.
But I could understand my mother’s reservations. We have not had good experiences with the rich folks in time past, especially her.
“Yes, mom. I will be careful, “I said.
She seemed satisfied with my response and resumed walking out of the room.
“Come out and eat. Food is ready,” she said, not turning or waiting for a reply.
As soon as she shut the door, I picked up my phone and viewed Juliet’s missed calls. I quickly type a message to her, apologizing for not answering her calls because I was in the toilet and didn’t hear it ring. I looked over the message one more time, then sent it once I was satisfied. The phone rang again barely thirty seconds of the message being delivered.
“Are you okay?” was the first thing Juliet said, or rather, asked.
“Yes. I am. Don’t worry,” I said. I hoped that not giving an immediate explanation for my attitude earlier would make her leave it. I was wrong.
“What was that about?” she asked.
“What was what about?” I replied, feigning ignorance.
“Gift,” she said sternly. “You are making me feel dumb right now.”
I sighed. I hadn’t been able to think up a lie so I probably may just tell her the truth.
“It was just… I just… That your fiancé’s friend,” I let it drag a bit.
“Yes, I noticed the change in you when he came in, ” Juliet said, her tone urging me to go on.
“Yes, well, he looked very familiar,” I said. “He looks like someone I know before that really caused my mother pain.” How come my mouth was saying something else?
“Oh dear,” Juliet said sympathetically. “I’m sorry. I knew something was definitely wrong. But I don’t think it’s Mark. He’s a sweet guy and very jovial. Mark and Kunle has been friends for a long time.”
I felt my face queeze in anger. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. Sweet? It couldn’t have been him? That face is one I could never forget in my life. But she had given me something to avoid telling her everything.
“Yes,” I said finally. “Maybe you are right.”
“Sorry dear. I wonder what that person did to your mom though,”Juliet said.
“I’ll tell you some other time,” I said, dismissively. I knew that was a lie.
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