"You sey wetin?" Omote asked with a disgustful countenance.
"He is a taxi driver. He does airport shuttle."
"I heard you right Tega. you mean of all the well to do men in this world, it is a cab guy that you love? you have not considered Mama even? A cab guy will finish paying his house rent, buy food, take care of your needs and send money home to mama?"
She lowered her head for a moment, while she composed herself.
"We are just starting life."
"We? who and who are we Tega? you and the cab guy?"
Tega caught the gruffness in her tone, and raised her head.
"See, I am not as lucky as you are with rich guys. Chetachukwu and I will get married soon. We will work hard together and make a family."
"so" Omote said crossing her legs, "He is Igbo. And he is really a taxi driver for real?"
"Airport shuttle." Tega repeated.
"Airport shuttle or no airport shuttle, he is a taxi driver! And you are a first class graduate of history and international relations! or is he a graduate?" Omote yelled.
"He is not a graduate, does that mean he is not going to make it in life?
He loves me!"
"And you love him too?"
Tega stared down at her, her jaw muscle tightened, she refused to answer the question, and then angrily walked away.
A frown ceased Omote's brow. She took the remote control of the air condition and pressed a button. She began to close the windows so as to let the air condition go round the sitting room.
She sat down and admired the beautiful color of her brick wallpaper, the brown lamp that was kept by the large TV and the texture of her new lemon color couch Chief had ordered for her from America.
She walked slowly towards a large wall photo of her and Tega. Hugging themselves so tight and smiling wide.
She wiped her eyes with her palm, although there was no tears. She ran her hands through a small portable frame that had their mother's Photo; she was wearing catholic women's organization uniform.
She admired the blue pearl necklace on her mother's neck. It was the gift she had bought for her on mothering Sunday some years back, with the money her former boss gave to her.
"I made banga soup and starch." Tega said. She had walked in without Omote's awareness.
Omote turned and looked at her sister in an irritating manner.
She shook her head and said nothing for a while.
"Leave me alone." she said in a soft tone and walked into her bedroom.
The thoughts of Roland ran through her mind, and she remembered that he had not called her to inform that he had gotten home.
Since the time she switch off of her phone, she had not touched it again.
She hurriedly went through her handbag, and searched through the wallets. She turned the handbag Upsidedown, but couldn't find it.
She felt a sudden chill as she remembered that she didn't pick it from Roland's car.
She became weak instantly.
Story written by VickyBon
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