There was silence. Aunty Lizzy remained unmoved, she just sat there with her arms folded across her chest. She was not saying anything. MD turned to her. “You heard the young lady, she has apologised to you. You have to say something,” he urged her to speak.

“Look, I don’t know what you want me to say,” she’d snapped at her husband, her eyes laced with anger. “She came into my house, insulted me and was even ready to beat me up….”

“But she just apologised to you, my dear…she just told you she is sorry..” MD interjected, trying to get her pacified. 

‘Okay, so now, you say she has apologised to me, am I supposed to get up and start dancing because your favourite bride has apologised to me?” And right in front of MD, she hissed very loudly, muttered the word, ‘Rubbish,’ and stormed out of the room!            

MD glared at her as she stormed out of the room. “Elizabeth! Elizabeth!” he called her but she ignored him, not even looking back for a moment to acknowledge him. 

I could tell MD was pained that she could disrespect him the way she did, storming out from his presence and worse still she could not even show him some respect when she called her to return to the room. 

He turned to me. “Why is she behaving like this? What has come over her?”

I shook my head slowly, mildly shocked by her action. “Is she always like this?” I asked quietly, genuinely surprised she acted the way she did.

“No, not really, I am surprised myself,” he answered. Then, he gazed at me for a few seconds and then said, “I think you also deliberately got under her skin and I must tell you that I don’t like that one bit,” he said almost in whispers in a cold, firm voice. Then, he got up and went inside to meet his wife. 

I got under her skin? Of course, I did. She got undermine first. There was no way she would behave the way she did towards me and I will let her get away with it. She couldn’t just treat me whichever she wanted because I was in her home. It was also my home because the father of my child owned it. 

Few minutes after, MD emerged without his dear wife. His face was expressionless. I couldn’t tell from the look on his face what had transpired. But it didn’t look good either. And I wondered if this was how they both lived together, with Aunty Lizzy always getting upset and storming out of the room and MD always going after her to beg her.

MD sat down in the chair opposite me without saying a word. He looked pensive. He looked like a man with a heavy burden on his mind. He had something to say, I waited patiently for him to say what he had to say. 

“Anita, it’s so unfortunate that things took off badly between you and Lizzy,” he’d begun, looking slightly away from my gaze. “I didn’t expect things to turn out this way especially with the fact that both of you had got along fine together before now.” He cleared his throat and continued. “Elizabeth is not happy at the moment, she is heartbroken…I will need you and Junior to leave in the morning!”  

I swear, I could not believe MD was actually standing in front of me saying the nonsense he was saying. Did he just say I should leave him in the morning with Junior?

“Excuse me?” I’d fired back, staring at him with a snarl on my face. “MD, what did you just say?
Are you throwing me and my child, your son out of your house?”

He couldn’t look at me in the eye. He knew I was mad. He knew I was boiling inside. And he knew too that he had just started a battle he probably won’t be able to finish. 

“I’m sorry, Anita but I must not let things get out of hand here,” he started to explain. “It’s unfortunate things really got off on a bad note tonight, the whole idea was for all of us to come together and bond like a family. Unfortunately, things didn’t work out that way. But I promise you I will sort things out and then you and Junior can come back here again and we can then work things out….”

I was no longer listening to him, I started packing Junior’s things on the couch beside me.

“Junior!” I called out. One of the maids had taken him inside to play with him. “Junior!” I called again. And the maid appeared with Junior in her hands. “Come Junior, it’s time to go home!”

“What! Jesus! You can’t be serious, Anita!” MD exclaimed, gazing at me with shock on his face. “How can you even think of leaving the house at this time of the day?” MD asked. 

I was not even paying him any attention. I packed the bag, zipped it and picked it up with one hand, and carrying Junior with the other.

“No, Anita, I won’t allow that. I won’t let you leave here with Junior at this time of the day, it’s too dangerous,” MD pleaded.

“And I would rather take that risk than spend a minute longer in the house of a man who doesn’t want me around! At least, I have a home where my son and I can lay our heads even if his father hates him so much he can’t bear to have him under the same roof with him for one minute!”

MD shook his head in response. But you know that’s not true, I love my son, he’s the only one I’ve got, remember? But I’ve also got to respect the woman who has been with me all these years when things were rough for me.”

“So, because of her and what she has done for you, my own son has no place in your life, right?” I threw at him. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it.
“You have nothing to say?” I asked him. When he didn’t say anything, I made to leave but he jumped right in front of me, blocking my way and stopping me from leaving. 

“MD, please, let me leave your house, I want to leave this minute!”

I say it’s too risky, I can’t let you leave the house at this time of the night with this boy in your hand!”

I was still trying to find a way to get past him when a voice shouted from behind me, “Let her leave if she wants to leave, you cannot force her to stay the night if she doesn’t want to!” I didn’t need to turn to know who it was, Aunty Elizabeth had come out to finish what she started!

…To Be Continued