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repogirl: Great, finally! Good job as usual, just that this last
update was done in present tense. It shlda been in past.
SOunded a bit hurried but nowahala sha, later you can read through again and fleshen it up.
And don't say u aren't good, as long as your story can hold our
interests, you are definitely gud enough.
Are u a nurse/ nursing student?

present tense? my bad, it shoulda being in past, that noted.

rushed...i must confess, that's true, its not as lengthy like my trademark chapters, hopefully next chapter would be better.

nurse not me oh, i can't even nurse a cat much less .c. Am a Communicator for life
catch my drift?


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this Ozor don vex well well oh
abeg na, biko, jó......cut me some slack

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I don't believe am so good, noone is pointing my flaws na

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When she wasn't into bickering and girls stuff with Brenda or running around and taking care of Mama, keeping up with her studies or trying to make
her relationship work with Peter, she was busy building up fantasies of
Jide and her. Even though Daisy was matured enough to know that at her
age, she should be able to tell the difference between love and
infatuation, she cared not neither did she try piece the difference when
it concerns Jide.

It was years later, that Brenda caught on to her friends secret
admiration and she very well didn't approve of it, to her, it was so
pointless that a pretty and matured girl like Daisy should waste her
precious time pinning over a guy that wasn't aware of her affections nor
was guaranteed to return them if he ever knew. But Daisy always got defensive when she tried to set her straight and since it became a bone of contention in their friendship, Brenda just allowed the matter slide. It wasn't worth it for it was Daisy's life and most definitely her heart which would receive the heartbreak when the time comes. She reasoned.

However, Brenda let go of the issue only too late after mama got wind of the situation, it had first amused her and she had hoped Daisy would snap out of the illusion. But when reports of Jide's bachelor behaviour filtered in. Her diagnosis was to get Jide settled down and the most appropriate candidate was her very own Daisy. She counted on Daisy easy acceptance but hadn't anticipated that strong opposition would come from her dear favourite grandson, Jide.

********
end of chapter 6

However, all her efforts proved futile, Daisy lost her mum some months later,
she felt her world crumble.

She was a little fortunate that she had completed her registration at
Boston University and was a fresher reading Nursing there before her
mum's death, now she worried about her chance of ever completing her
education, considering the fact that most of the money for her schooling
had gone down the drain. Daisy considered herself an orphan, she held
no grudge anymore against her mum but transferred it to her father,
reasoning that he and his people caused her mum to come live far away
from home thereby making her prey to death.

If Daisy thought her nightmare was over, she was mistaken 'cos months
after the death of her mother, her mother's husband started making
advances towards, his excuse was that he'd always have a thing for
African beauties and Daisy looked so much like her mother, therefore she
could continue where she stopped while he would provide for her always.
Daisy could not be more angry and repulsed at his offers and one day,
she quietly packed all her things out of his house to go see what the
future holds for her.

********
Daisy, now living more like a destitute was switching between two jobs,
working as a part time cook and a waiter at an African restaurant there
in Boston, due to the nature of her job, she changed over to part time
in her school in other to meet up with the demands of her job and her
education. It was while working at the restaurant oneday that she met
Mrs Bimpe Olukoya.

Mama took a liking to the young African lady who had a sadness about her
inspite of her open cheerfulness and she was curious to know what her
story was. Experience had taught her that most Africans who found their
way to America had a story or two to tell.

When they finally got talking, Daisy intrigued her the more, she found
out the sorrow that trailed her and her attempts at surviving, she also
loved that Daisy was technically yoruba and spoke the language fluently
too and she was moved to compassion for her.

One thing led to another and they became good friends, the elderly woman
decided to strike a deal with the younger: she wanted Daisy to resume
full time at the College, to drop her job with the restaurant and come
work for her part time as a 'practicing' nurse. While she contributed to
Daisy's education and Daisy could pay her in the future when she
graduated and was working.

Daisy was elated, it seemed fate wasn't really cruel to her again, she
accepted the offer and promised to pay back the money as soon as she
could. She however secretly kept the cooking job because cooking was one
of her passions, though she bargained for lesser days and shorter time.
Mama later got to know of it, but she didn't seem to mind.

And so, their relationship went beyond nurse and patient affair, Daisy
was family and like a daughter to mama and soon she became her
unofficial assistant, helping her run errands for the company. Mama was
the over seas representative of the Family company down in Nigeria, she
took care of the purchase and exportation of the household items in
which the Olukoyas company deal on and Daisy naturally offered
assistance wherever she could, but still maintaining her job as mama
fussy nurse.

Since Daisy practically was family, Mama introduced her to her son and
his children down in Nigeria, it wasn't a physical introduction per se,
just through conversations, anecdotes and photographs, Daisy gathered
that Jide was the stubborn and favourite grandchild of mama and that had
intrigued her young heart.

When she eventually set her sights on a picture of Jide amongst the album mama kept and showed her, he caught her fancy the more and unconsciously held her heart, she never knew she had fallen blindly for him, until when years later he had visited Boston for official reasons, Daisy who was 22 then, saw her Picture idol come to life and that had cemented and strengthened the feeling, she knew then that she was sold out completely to the handsome, stubborn, arrogant man who was so sure of himself.

Jide on his part, wasn't any particular about Mama's little assistant, he was simply civil to her the very few times they met in mama's house, but then he only stayed a week before traveling back to Nigeria, America and its fancy wild girls held no allure for him and he was glad to be done and off with.

Daisy however felt more, Jide was the perfect man she felt could rescue her and give her the fulfilment she had long craved, she let her young heart dream on and on about him. She became mildly absorbed with fantasies of him, so much so that she had secretly stolen that picture of Jide and stashed it away for keeps.

Chapter 6
Any outsider who examined how the marriage of Jide and Daisy came about
might come to the conclusion that Daisy is a gold digger or was paying back a debt to Mama or at worst a confused girl who allowed her emotions
direct her blindly. But Daisy might probably not be that because, for as
much as anyone cares to listen, she truly loves Jide, hers is a love
that budded and flourished for over 6 years that even sometimes she
wonders if such a love could ever exist.

It all started with her sojourn to America and her later acquaintance
with Mrs. Bimpe Olukoya, preferably called Mama by all, a meeting whose
history was both eventful and tragic.

Daisy Chinwe Adelade (for that was her maiden name) was born to Laide
Adelade and John Okoye, she was however a product of a love affair gone
sour, born out of wedlock and raised without the love of any of her
parents, She grew up with her grandmother.

John's parent had bluntly refused his marriage to Laide when he had
intimated them with her pregnancy, they told him to concentrate on his
studies and leave the Yoruba girl who might just be deceiving him
afterall. John, regardless of how his parents wanted and eventually made
him deny the pregnancy knew he was responsible, but wasn't courageous
enough to stand up against them or rather it was more about his
cowardice and fright that controlled his choice to finally deny his
responsibility to the distraught and heartbroken Laide.

Iife continued. Someway, somehow through America Green card winnings,
Laide left for America, happy for the chance to pick up her life again
she left behind barely one year old Daisy in the care of her grandmother
in Ibefun, Ijebu-ode. She however, didn't relent in making sure that
Daisy had all she needed Financially, but she could not give her the
love of a mother that every child so craved.

And so Daisy lived her early life wishing for the acceptance of her
father and the love of a mother after she learnt of the circumstances
surrounding her birth, but when that didn't happen, she gradually
relapsed into hatred for her father and anything that had to do with the
Ibos, she felt that it was some unnamed customs of her father's tribe
that had somehow influenced his decision to not marry her mother, she
grew up with a grudge against him. Although he much later pushed to be
associated with her and even invited her over during those years she was
living in Boston.

But Daisy couldn't totally erase her ill feeling towards the ibos and
had subconsciously craved for a means where she could detach herself
from every trace of her paternity, that was one of the reason she had
taken the chance with Jide, for he represented amongst others, the life
that would align her with the yoruba people she was more at home with
and whose blood ran through her veins nevertheless her half relation
with them.

Her father however, wanted otherwise, that being the reason he had
opposed her marriage with Jide wanting her to marry an Igbo suitor of
his instead.

**************
Daisy was invited over to Boston by her mother when she was about 17
years and just through with her Secondary school. Excitedly she bade her
friends and family goodbye, it was a dream come true for her because it
afforded her the opportunity to be closer to the mother who had loved
her from afar in years past, and in addition, she would live in America
where everyone craved to be, she was going to live a beautiful life and
get the best of education.

It was a rare opportunity and she welcomed it with open arms, whatever
grudge or fault she ever had against her mother forgiven and forgotten
and she also found herself letting go of some of the hurt caused by her
father. She was all ready to experience that bond that she had always
envied in other girls and their mother and she reasoned that it was better to concentrate all her energy there. her Life wasn't so unfortunate afterall.

Laide didn't disappoint one bit, it was all too obvious that she ached and had been waiting for the reunion all her life, she wasted no time and grabbed every opportunity she could to make up for the loss and the years she had missed in the life of her only child and daughter for she was married to a white there in America, but had no child to that effect.

Just a year after her sojourn and reunion, catastrophe struck, Daisy's mum was diagnosed with cancer with the doctors predicting that she had just few months to live. Daisy got busy, Most of her educational trust fund went into the treatment in the hope that something could still be done to save her mum from dying. Laide however did not buy the idea of tampering with the money she had stashed away for her daughter's education but Daisy was obstinate and cared more about saving her mum whom she was still getting to know. Since she was a co-signatory to the trust fund, she spared nothing atall.

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Goodmorning everybody,
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'is that all?' he asked and resumed his writing.

'uhm...no...I also...need...no...not me...just that there isnt any
food...'

'food and pictures brought you here, which automatically means money...'
he was saying.

'not exactly like that...' Daisy wanted to protest but jide's raised
hand signalled her to stop.

'I have heard you' he said with finality.

More like 'I have heard all your stammering' he thought amusingly but
his face held no smile. He wasn't even looking at the pitiful sight of
Daisy at the door.

Daisy curtised mentally and left his presence closing the door softly
behind her. Once out, she relaxed her back on the wall, she realised she
was shaking inwardly, she raised her hand to her forehead and felt she
was sweating too, She became angry with herself. What was it about his
presence that
turned her into Jelly butter, she thought.

'I bet Grace would be bolder in his presence' she said angrily as she
walked to her room now.

'such a chicken livered Daisy!' she continued and banged the door of her
room like it had been the one who upset her.

Grace had been the caller of the afternoon, Daisy recognized her
immediately as the 'lady on red' from the picture and wedding. She
became a trifle jealous, because Grace was a stunner and she was as
nasty as she was pretty too.

She had gone on about how Daisy appeared from nowhere to steal her man
and how she was not gonna give up without a fight, how she would wait
for the day Jide would definitely push Daisy away with the messiest
divorce she (Daisy) had ever known and how the pain would be greater
than the scandalous wedding she had...bla bla bla...

Daisy was all calm throughout the exchange, she was only grateful that
her emotions didn't give up on her, the worst she could have done was to
whimper and give up a tear in front of that woman! She wished she was
all bitchty like Brenda her friend. She would have given her a piece of
her mind too. But she wasn't and all she had done was to tell the irate
Grace to kindly leave her home when she was done, then she had left her
standing in the parlour.

She didn't know when Grace left cursing fire and brimstone. She just
went to her room to sulk, but bounced back to her cheerful self hours
later and started preparing for the confrontation with Jide.

Jide however, had not been aware of Grace's visit to his home, he had
last seen her at the wedding.

The next morning he dropped a considerable amount of money for Daisy on
the Dining and that became his routine, dropping money weekly for Daisy
on the dining to buy whatever things she needed for the home or her personal effects. she should well know that his love and attention wasn't hers, but she could eat and fatten up for all he cared.

He however, never ate the food Daisy unrelentingly prepared and left on the dining daily for him, until weeks later, he reconsidered and started eating the breakfast and dinner that was readily and steadily available for him.

He reasoned that since it was his money she used in preparing the food and couldn't possibly poison him, they was no reason skipping it and waste money eating out.

But that was where the contact ended, he didn't go any further. They lived like familiar strangers up on till...

Chapter 5 ends.

********
Daisy walked unsteadily towards Jide's study, it had taken all the
strength she could, to actually make this move. The photographer had to
be paid, he would be coming on Saturday; there was practically nothing in the house to eat and She couldn't possibly starve!

Her resolution firmer, she got to the door but hesitated some seconds before knocking softly, like the door would bite if she knocked any louder.

No response from inside.

She was about knocking again when she heard Jide's voice.

She opened the door gently and stepped in standing an inch from door, she however made no move to go further.

Jide had been writing when he heard the knock, he was surprised 'cos he knew there was only one person in the house who would be knocking & he was curious to know what she wanted.

Now she was standing at the door and didn't seem to want to come any further, she was holding something like a parcel, he wasn't sure what it
was, she didn't say anything either, she just stood lost in thought and glancing round his room.

He considered the woman that stood before him, she was pretty, though not any prettier than his girlfriend. Grace qualified now as an ex, he thought drily, they should be of the same height he guessed, she was 26, he remembered his grandmother had said when he had inquired of her age, then he had accused her of wanting to get him hooked with an immature girl, but now as he examined her in that shirt of his she had annoyingly
decided to turn into her nightwear, she wasn't immatured in any way,
she had the curves at the right places with that bossom of hers that was guaranteed to drive him mad if he ever let his guards down, she was all feminine and any man would appreciate that she was their wife, but that
man wasn't him, she wasn't his hand picked choice, she was forced on him through treachery and manipulation of his family and that grandmother of his whom he had loved dearly but obviously not anymore,
she had betrayed his love and trust in the most unforgivable way.

Jide anger rose automatically when he considered all this, he turned now to the document on his table, if Daisy was going to stand there
forever, he would gladly watch her do so.

Daisy stood lost in her perusal of the study now turned Jide's bedroom.
It didn't look homely to her, it had a bed jammed to the wall at one
side and a shelf stacked with books at the other, jide was perched on a
chair and an adjoining desk, writing 'who knows what'. Daisy wondered
why a warm blooded handsome hunk would decide to camp in this unromantic crib, when a sexy willing damsel waited with open arms just a room
away, eager to fulfill his fantasies. She smiled at her silly thoughts
and caught herself, realizing only then that she had been standing at the door without uttering a word. She looked at Jide now, he had
continued writing and the expression on his face made all her earlier
thought and strength shrivel and in place was an unexplainable fright.

'hi' she said softly.

Jide continued writing, without a glance her way.

His coldness got to her and she looked down at the picture album she was
holding.

Another painful silence.

'Daisy, what do you f.ucking want?' Jide asked angrily, he wasn't sure
he could ignore her forever again, her presence was making him
uncomfortable to his chagrin and he just wanted her miles away, if he
didn't want to lose concentration or let his guards fall!

Daisy flinched at his tone and her face became all sober and sulky like
she would break down in tears the next minute.

Jide noticed her facial expression and even though he wasn't sure if it
was real or faked, it affected his anger, he found it melting down that
he couldn't keep it up, this scared him more and now he really wanted
her to be off and done with.

'I don't think you set out to come showcase yourself to me this evening,
so say what you want and be off from my presence' he said, his tone
however held not the trace of anger it had before.

Daisy, finding strength in his renewed tone spoke:

'uhm, sorry to disturb, but i uhm...the wedding photographer came today
and he...uhm, you know wanted...uhm, money for the pictures he brought
in today and i don't...' she was stammering, her face down all the
while, she did so whenever she was nervous.

Jide was amused by the way she was speaking, it showed she wasn't all
that strong and resilient as she had shown, he resolved to make it
harder for her.

'don't you feel silly, standing there and talking to me about pictures
of a wedding you know i don't care about?'

Daisy stared at him now 'I...I...well...the man said on Saturday...I
told him..uhm...promised him that his money...but my bank...'


Jide was trying hard to stifle a laugh, that was surprising. Daisy was amusing him silly with all her stammering, he didn't remember her to have speech problems, and he thought that the faster she was gone, the better for him.

My sincerest apologies for the break in transmission.
I had other issues needing my time, my notes needed updating, my assignment craved my attention and then i said before that i dint have an unlimited access to the internet. That was also a hindrance, plus writing this story takes most of my day and time

so here goes chapter 5 completion
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happy Sunday to you too......
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but this is where am gonna halt this chapter, tomorrow i would update all of it, you know its me and my love for voluminous chapters, maybe because i can be a big talker some times and this chapter took all of my Sunday, yet i couldn't write it all

so bear with me....thanks
goodnight

'hello!' the voice at the other end
screamed, Daisy pushed the phone away from her ear to curtail the
noise. She definitely knew who it was.

'Jeez Bren, you don't wanna bust my ear drums now, do you?' Daisy
replied smiling while she sat down on one of the dining chairs.

'Spare me that Bullshit! 'ave been searching your number for days now' came the reply.

'And who let the cat out of the bag?'

'It was quite a search, i had to call Mama's house and the housekeeper gave me her Nigeria number and then i called there, then she gave me your number, jeez Dee, why didn't you call me Since you left?'

'Maybe cos i was pissed at you' Daisy replied.

'oh Dee, you know i wouldn't miss your wedding for anything in the
world, but my exams...'

'got you!' Daisy screamed 'how i love every chance i get to make you whine like a dog'

'oh you! You know i would squeeze your neck for this if i get you' the other said playfully.

'you gotta catch me first then' Daisy giggled. She really loved
Brenda,they were the very best of friends infact they were 'BFFs'. It
was indeed her Master exams which coincidentally fell on her wedding day that stopped her from coming, she understood.

'So how was the wedding?' Brenda asked.

'so and so' Daisy replied, that question changed her countenance.

'And what's that supposed to mean?'

'lets just say it would have been bearable if you had been there with
me' Daisy said, her tone laced with sadness, her eyes instinctively
travelled to the album on the chair.

'oh Dee, like i knew that dude ain't worth the sacrifice, but you were
so bent on your shortsighted perspective of love and affection, it beats
me to know how...'

'really Brenda, i don't think you called to tell lash an 'i told you so'
did you?' Daisy cut in angrily

'Chilax girlfriend, i don't wanna fight with you over the phone, i
missed you that's why i called'

'well okay, forgive me, i missed you too'.

Silence on both sides.

'that reminds me i saw Peter the other day...' Brenda was saying.

'Am a married chick now!' Daisy cut in. Peter was her Ex-boyfriend

'oh puleaseee, spare me' Brenda replied stressing the 'please'

They both laughed.

'Talking about marriages, have you and your hubby done the deal, you
know what i mean' Brenda said

'yeah right' she scoffed 'that dude would rather beat me into a pulp
than make sweet love to...'

'oh no he didn't!' cut in Brenda with an alarmed tone.

'jeez sister, i was trying to make an expression here' Daisy replied
exasperated.

'that better be, cos i know that man ain't tripping if he don't want me
to be all over his face'

This made Daisy smile, she knew Brenda was capable of all that drama,
she was, as Mama referred to her 'agaracha ibo', she could really cos a
drama when she set her mind to it unlike the calm and docile Daisy.

'He wouldn't dare' Daisy said 'not when you are there'

They both laughed.

'I really miss Boston, you, the Hospital... everything ...even Peter'
Daisy was sober now.


'I know, you don't know how i feel too, you are married now and can't come back...'

'Don't be too sure about that'

'It still wont feel the same, you know, am thinking of coming back finally to Nigeria, mother Africa calls'

'Not you too!'

'America holds no more splendor for me, i wanna be close to my friend and family'

'I can't wait for then, it will be just like old times'

'keep your fingers crossed girlfriend'

'they are most definitely' Daisy said. The two friends were really nostalgic.

Daisy heard a knock just then. She cursed silently, when would this people stop springing up on her?

'A knock Bren, I'd just go get it then...'
'Oh no, i gotta go too, will call you tomorrow'.

'okay Bren, don't forget to. I'll Miss you'.

'I'll miss you too, byeee' Brenda said and cut the call.

Daisy felt so alone now and wasn't curious to know who was knocking, the drama of today was overwhelming and she didn't need more.

She slowly stood up to go see who it was that was knocking louder now.
****************

Was she trying to show him how resilient she could be? Jide thought angrily as he marched out of the house banging the door after him.

The sound jolted Daisy, her gaze travelled to the door, then to the
dining before it settled back on the television.

She had said 'hi' to him then and had wanted to say more but the scowl on his face stopped her, she just feigned to be engrossed in the Tele instead.

So much for her brave resolution then, for she knew now that it wouldn't
be as easy as she had thought. She was far too weak, emotionally to keep up the game. She slowly lay on the settee, her mind blank.

************
Daisy opened the door to see a man in front of her, he looked very
familiar but her brain was finding it hard to firmly piece him together. The man smiled now and extended a hand to her, she put out her hand to
receive the handshake, but she still wasn't clear who he was or where she had seen him before.

'Mrs. Olukoya right?' the man asked as he cut the handshake.

Daisy merely shook her head to his question, she wasn't sure if she
should invite him in, he was also holding a large brown envelope that looked heavy.

'Good' the man said bringing out the content of the envelope '...I came here to deliver the wedding pictures, mama gave...'he was saying but Daisy had lost attention, the word picture had jolted her memories and
now she remembered who the man was, she felt so silly for how hard she tried to recollect who he was. Her wedding photographer!

'The photographer!' she nearly screamed.

'Yes' the man said an amused streak on his face

'Do come in' she said

'okay' he replied and Daisy gave way for him to pass.

Towards the settee, he brought out the picture album and gave it to her.

Daisy got busy immediately flipping through the pages, she was visibly
excited and forgot about the man or the fact that they were still
standing.

'I will also collect the remaining payment for the picture'

'oh' she replied, that had definitely gotten her attention.'how much is
it' she asked closing the album, her face didn't hold the initial
excitement.

'5K' the man said simply.

'I... I am sorry but...I don't have...i mean, the money is not ready,
uhm...Jide...i mean my husband had no idea that...'

'I understand quite alright' the man interrupted. He thought the woman
before him to be really amusing with the way she stammered with that
American accent of hers, he honestly understood her plight. It would be
best for him to come back and since the family was well off, his money
should be ready then.

'Am sorry' Daisy calmly said.

'Its okay, I will come back... lets say Saturday...'

'It would be ready then i promise' Daisy cut in, the color now returning
to her face.

'let me be on my way then...' he replied and started for the door.

'Is there anything i can offer you?' she called.

'Thanks but am in a hurry' he replied without looking back, soon he was
out and walking down to the gate.

Daisy heaved a sign of relief, then reopened the picture album and went
to seat down. She had taken her bath and had been watching television
before she heard the knock. She was over the trauma of the morning
incident with Jide, that was one good thing about her, she hardly sulk
for long or allowed her emotions weigh her down completely, except
offcourse, in some instances.

The picture before her now was the one where Jide had been dancing with
the 'lady on red' during their couples dance, the picture brought back
memories of the wedding celebration she had succeeded in blanking out,
anger burned in her, just below that was the 'cake-stuffing' picture,
she wondered if the photographer had intentionally arranged the 'ugly'
pictures together because the previous pictures had been lovely, Jide
seemed to be in his best behaviour then.

It didn't get any better As she flipped through the next pictures, they showed how desperate Jide had been to create a scandal, just then, the movie scene of Julia Roberts in 'Runaway Bride' running away from her wedding on a horse flashed through her mind, she imagined herself in the same situation but this time in a Nigeria busy road as the horse galloped away through traffic, she smiled, that would be scandal enough for Jide and the nosy media she thought. Another thought struck her then: she hasn't browsed the internet to see if there was anything about their wedding, the Olukoya's might just be prominent enough to attract media attention.

Her phone rang then interrupting her flow of thought, it was crying helplessly on the dining table. She dropped the offensive picture album and started for the Dining.

The number that showed on her phone looked familiar, it bore the international code of Boston, Daisy had a feeling that she knew who it was.

'Hello' she said.

Chapter 5
Daisy was feeling much better than she had these past few days, for two days after the 'mattress' incidence, Daisy had hardly seen the exterior of her room, even when Okon came yesterday for his cleaning rounds, she
had totally ignored his knocks on her door. But today, after much
thought and resolution, she was out & in the kitchen.

She had somehow consciously come to grasp with her situation, and told
herself that getting so down-beaten with any cold shoulder act that Jide sprang up would only give him pleasure if she kept showing that it
affected her badly. She resolved to try play along his 'game of
shoulders' and show him that if he was trying to pass across a message, she wasn't decoding! She would show him also that she was the least
afraid of all his tantrums, his arrogance, his impulsiveness, his bad temperament, his ego and whatever package came with the man now her husband.

However, she was going to make sure she didn't pay him back in his own coin, she would show him that two wrongs don't make a right and that 'evil' can be bought with good, though she knew it was going to be an
uphill task.

She would try her best to condone, comply and give him the much space he was trying to tell her he craved. Didn't the Bible admonish wives to
respect and submit to their husbands with all the patience they could
muster? Even though she wasn't really a 'Bible person' she remembered
that the Pastor had said something like that during their wedding service, also, every book on marriage issues she had read or glanced
through revolved around the same virtues; But she wasn't going to
sacrifice her comfort and emotions on the altar, if it eventually came
to that.

This was the reason why she was up early and busy in the kitchen trying
to fix breakfast for him again, even though there was little to work with today.

She made a mental note to ask him for money to buy food items for the kitchen, for it was his damn responsibility, even if he was gonna go all smokes on her, she wont care. The jollof rice she had cooked on Monday
had served her hunger needs yesterday evening when she emerged from her
room to eat, for she had practically been surviving on juice before then. Bless Okon for heating it on Wednesday morning else they wouldn't have been
any left to salvage. But now, she couldn't keep mute and starve to
death, her Bank at the states told her it would take time for them to
complete the money transfer to her new bank here in Nigeria, she didn't
even know how far they've gone with it, due to the recent activities
that demanded her time.

After much deliberation, Daisy decided to boil water and fill the flask, then she arranged the tea items close to the down-turned tea cup.
She surveyed her work and shaking her shoulders in resignation, she went to seat in the parlour, they was plainly nothing in the house, maybe that would give him an idea of it she thought.

The time was 6:20 & since she didn't feel sleepy, she decided to watch Television.

When Jide surfaced at about seven all dressed for work, Daisy who was engrossed in the musical video she was watching on Trace TV, didn't notice the surprise that appeared on Jide's face for a flint second.

He was surprised to see Daisy in the parlour and the dining, set. For the past two days, she had locked herself in and now she re-appeared and was acting as if nothing had ever happened.

He quietly picked his key from a side stool, a scowl played up on his face, then he thought he heard someone say 'hi' but when he cast a glance at Daisy, she looked deeply engrossed with the television.

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