SISTER’S AT WAR, EPISODE 15.

SISTER’S AT WAR, EPISODE 15.

SISTER’S AT WAR, EPISODE 15.

The same morning after the fight, the house was quiet but tense. Amaka woke up early, her eyes still heavy from the tears of the previous night. She took her bath quietly, dressed up neatly, and tied her scarf. Without saying a word to anyone, she picked her basket and left for the market.

Ijeoma, on the other hand, stayed back. She took her time in the bathroom, came out whistling and smiling to herself. She rubbed cream on her body, did light makeup, sprayed perfume, and admired herself in the mirror.

“Today will be sweet,” she said softly, smiling as she wore her sandals and picked her small hand bag. She headed straight to Obiora’s house.

When she got there, she saw Obiora outside, washing his clothes. His hands were wet, and water dripped from his arms. He didn’t even notice her until she walked closer.

“Obiora!” she called softly, smiling.

He turned around, and his eyes widened in shock.
“Ijeoma?” he said, staring in disbelief. “Is this really you?”

“Yes, it’s me,” she said cheerfully. “Leave that cloth, I’ll wash it for you.”

Before he could say anything, she collected the cloth from his hand and began to wash with so much energy. Obiora stood still, confused and surprised at her sudden change.

“Ijeoma… are you okay?” he asked.

She smiled and said, “Obiora, I know you’re surprised, but I’ve changed. I’m not the same person you used to know. I know I treated you badly, and I’m sorry. Please don’t take it to heart. I just want peace between us.”

Obiora blinked, still unsure of what to say.
“Have you eaten?” she asked, still washing.

“No, not yet,” he replied slowly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll cook for you. I’ll make your favorite meal,” she said with a smile.

Just then, Adaku came out from the room and was shocked to see Ijeoma.
“Ijeoma! Ah, you are here?” she said, smiling.

“Yes ooo, Adaku. I’m just helping Obiora wash. You know he can’t do it well like me,” she said playfully.

Adaku laughed. “I see. You really came early today.”

“Adaku, why haven’t you given Obim something to eat?” Ijeoma asked jokingly.

“Ehn? Obiora, what did you tell her?” Adaku asked.

“Have I eaten afternoon food, Adaku?” he replied, pretending to be serious.

Adaku smiled. “Well, I was about to go to the market to buy foodstuff. Ijeoma, you’re such a wife material so caring.”

Ijeoma smiled proudly, and Obiora just kept looking at her, still surprised at her behavior.

After she finished washing, Ijeoma went into the kitchen. The smell of delicious food soon filled the whole house fried stew, pounded yam, and vegetable soup. Obiora’s mouth watered as he waited. When she brought the food to the table, she dished it carefully and sat close to him.

“Eat, Obiora,” she said, smiling sweetly.

Obiora smiled faintly. “You really cooked all this for me?”

“Yes, for you,” she said, feeding him a spoon. They laughed together as he also fed her back. Their laughter echoed in the room.

Just then, the door opened and Amaka entered.
“Obiora!” she called.

But she froze immediately. Her heart dropped as she saw Ijeoma feeding Obiora lovingly, both of them smiling at each other. Her eyes widened, and her basket almost fell from her hand. Without a word, she turned and ran out of the house.

Obiora quickly stood up to go after her, but Ijeoma grabbed his hand.
“Let her go,” she said softly, touching his head. “Don’t worry about her. Eat, please.”

Obiora sat back down slowly. “Ijeoma… this food is so delicious,” he said, though his mind was elsewhere.

Ijeoma smiled and looked at the door sadly, pretending to care, though deep down she was happy that Amaka had seen them.

Amaka reached home in tears. She threw her basket aside and sat on the bed, her body shaking. Her heart ached deeply.
“Why is my sister doing this to me?” she whispered to herself. “Why does she hate me this much?”

She cried until she didn’t even notice when their mother returned from the market.

That night, Ijeoma returned from Obiora’s house singing loudly. Her voice filled the whole compound as she danced around.

🎵 “Some people jealousing me, some people jealousing me,
because he loves me… I no mind them ooo,
they are foolish, foolish people…” 🎵

Amaka’s heart pounded. She clenched her fists, trying to ignore her.

“And who are you singing that song to?” their father, Nduka, asked from his chair.

Ijeoma laughed loudly. “She knows herself, papa!”

Nduka frowned but said nothing.

“Papa, today was sweet ooo!” Ijeoma continued, pretending to be excited. “Obiora finished my food and even asked for more! He said, ‘Nne, please get more, get more!’ and I brought more. He even told me he loves me so much!”

Amaka’s face went pale. And who do you think you are talking to? Nduka asked.

I’m talking to you papa…ijeoma said.

You are not serious, Nduka said as he stood and headed to the room, ijeoma turned to their mother to continue the gist but their mother whose eyes were filled with silent pain quietly stood up and followed her husband into the room, without saying a word.

Amaka tried to walk to her own room, but Ijeoma started again, this time mocking her directly.

🎵 “Amaka carry your head and hit on the wall,
carry your head o, carry your head…” 🎵

Amaka turned sharply. “Don’t ever think you’ve won, Ijeoma. I have nothing to say to you for now,” she said and turned to go.

But Ijeoma laughed wickedly. “You are a loser, Amaka! What do you even have to say? You can’t compete with me. I told you I’ll deal with you! I am your elder sister and I always get what I want!”

“Ijeoma, I’m not in the mood for you today,” Amaka said weakly. “Just thank your God.”

She went inside.

Ijeoma shouted after her, “Shameless loser! Come and fight me now! That’s all you know how to do. You want to drag man with your elder sister? Nonsense girl! Id!ot!

The sun was already up when Obiora went out and sat under a mango tree by the roadside, waiting patiently. He knew Amaka would pass that way to the market. He couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking of her.

Soon, he saw her from afar, holding her basket and walking fast. He stood up immediately.

“Amaka, please wait!” he called.

Amaka sighed and tried to walk past him quickly, but he ran after her.
“Amaka, please stop, we need to talk!”

“Talk about what, Obiora?” she snapped, turning sharply. “What do you want to talk about? How you told my sister you love her so much? Or how you told her to get you more food because her food is delicious? Which one exactly?!”

“Amaka, I never said all that,” he said gently. “She’s twisting everything.”

“Then what did you tell her, Obiora? I saw both of you with my eyes! You were sitting and eating together like lovers. After everything she did to you, you still allowed her close again!” she shouted, her voice breaking.

“Amaka, please, I didn’t see it coming,” he said, trying to touch her hand.

She pulled away quickly. “You didn’t see it coming, but you enjoyed it! Obiora, please, if you love yourself, leave me alone. I want to go and sell in peace today. I don’t want bad market!”

“Amaka, please don’t talk like that,” he begged. “You know I love you.”

“Then prove it!” she said sharply. “Tell my sister to stay away from you. Tell her you love me, not her. Until you do that, don’t talk to me. And please don’t come to my shop again.”

She turned and walked away, her eyes filled with tears.

“Amaka! Amaka, I love you!” Obiora shouted, his voice echoing through the road. But Amaka didn’t look back. She just walked faster, her heart heavy with pain.

To be continued……