The next morning was a Sunday morning and it was the noise from our living room that got me out of sleep. I couldn’t remember what had remained of the drama of last night but as I moved downwards the stairs, I could hear my mum was still on her stand of Shola leaving the house.
The poor girl was begging her and my dad was on the phone talking with God knows who. I joined them and watched for a while then my mum stopped her venting as she saw me. My dad turned too and ended the call he was making. I looked at everyone including shola who was on her knees.
‘’So what is this all about?’’ I asked without a greeting. ‘’It’s just to six in the morning and what we have to do is drama?’’
‘‘Omolola, maybe you need to talk to your mother. She is getting on my nerves already. I told her Shola is going nowhere but she insists. This girl is not at fault in this matter, Arike will not hear.’’ My dad was obviously angry. He doesn’t call my mum by her first name but he’s been doing that since yesterday and it didn’t look like the whole thing was going to end well. I looked at my mum and tried to see beyond the veil. She was sitting now, her face turned to the wall and her legs shaking in the behavioural manner of a angry woman.
‘’Mummy, why do you want Shola to leave the house?’’ I asked her gently.
‘‘Omolola, just stay out of this OK? I hired her and can as well fire her.’’
‘‘On what offense mum?’’ I asked.
‘‘Eleyi le pa yan’’. She pointed at Shola who was now weeping. ‘‘If she can keep this a secret from us as kind as we have been to her, then she can kill us.’’
‘‘Really mum? Is that what you think? But it’s her secret and not ours. And it has not affected her service to the family in any way. What’s exactly are you not saying mum?’’
‘’Ask her.’” My dad chipped in. ‘‘Ask her, because it seems to me that there’s something between her and Iya Mayowa that she is not telling us.’’
I looked at my mum as my dad said that because he had just expressed my suspicions. She was angry the more but she hid it and said nothing. Nobody spoke for a long time and so my dad broke the silence.
‘‘Well this is my verdict, Shola remains in this house and does her duties. If there’s anything anyone has against that, they should settle it in their on.’’
That was how the whole thing died down. It’s a month’s now and I still haven’t heard from Mayowa making it about seven weeks altogether. My mind was off him though. The relationship between us and the Coles had also gone somewhat sour and bad like that beef, because my dad feels they had betrayed his trust for thinking their son and his daughter could get married. And my mum, well, she had decided not to mention the event anymore but she had been cold towards Shola since then.