Just Like Romeo

She reluctantly walked into her mother's room with her head bowed down to the ground, All she wanted was to get free from her mother's Cage called a room. her mother was a fierce woman, a no nonsense lady, a talkative and a very troublesome lady in her Early Fifties.

"Come here" her mother ushered her using her hand.

"mum, I swear ibrahim is lying" habiba defended the minute her mother spoke.

"Are you trying to say your elder brother is a lier?" Her mother's voice Echoed with Anger lynched In it.

"No not that, but I swear I didn't Use his car. It was Afnan that used it" Habiba defended, placing the blame on her little Seventeen years old sister, Afanan.

"habiba, Habiba, habiba." Her mother Called her name repeatedly.

"Yes mum" she Answered.

"Stay away from ibrahims things, I'm warning you" her mother said,

"Ok" she said, she wanted to close the page of the discussion.

"Better, Now, go to the kitchen and make sure The maids make the food Properly, And I'm putting you in charge of inspecting the food" her mother commanded and she nodded.

"How many times have I warned you about nodding your turkey neck, Don't you dare ever do that In my presence ever again" her mother warned, giving her a piercing glare that could wreck a persons Ego in a Flash.

"I'm sorry" she mumbled.

"Kwogba mi (leave my front)" her mother spoke in her local dialect, which habiba did not know how to speak properly, though she understood it very well.

She did as told and left her mother's room and headed towards the kitchen where she found her twin brother, habib, standing and munching on A red Apple.

"You do know that you are Allergic to that right?" habiba said the minute she spotted her twin seated on the chair at the End of their Huge kitchen, Where the maid were busy making a whole lot of dishes.

"Yes, I know" habib said with his mouth full.

"Why are you eating it then?, Do you peherps love pimples?" She questioned which earned her a hiss.

"Why are the maids cooking so much food?, Are we expecting Guests?" He asked, throwing the remaining apple Into the waste bin.

"Go and ask mum. I am also As lost as you are" she said, making her way towards where the cooking was being done.

"Hmm..." Habib hummed, walking out of the kitchen and heading towards his big brother, Imran's room.

"Justina, Are you done with the shawarma?" Habiba asked, Looking through the book where her mother had written all she wanted them to make.

"Yes" Justina said and she checked it on the paper with a red ink pen.

"Aisha, how about the ice creams, Are you done?" She asked and Aisha nodded, she kept asking everyone if they were done with their part of the cooking and all responded in Affirmation.

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"Sadiq, Next time I'm Never listening to your Advice" she said to her boyfriend, who laughed as she spoke, for he found it funny whenever Habiba tells him About how her mother scolds her.

"Habibty, I am sorry. But you know I did It for your own Good. I didn't want you sharing a car with strangers, that's why darling, I would have come pick you up personally but I'm very far away" He said.

"I know, But mum scolded me so badly" she said, as she sprayed her lailah perfume on her clothes, which she had already worn.

"Habiba the Guest are here!" Afnan yelled from Downstairs, though they guest were not inside yet.

"Okay" she responded, though she knew nothing about a guest coming over.

"Sadiq, I'll talk to you later, it's seems like my mum has a guest" she said irritatingly, She knew her mothers friends were typically like her, Rude and annoying.

She ran towards the stairs in a pace, Not wanting her mothers scoldings on coming late to greet her friends.

On Arriving at the living room, she saw her father, seated on The three seater along An elderly man who came along with his family, They were Eleven strangers seated in the living room.

"Asalamualaikum, Meh Awuya (Welcome)" she greeted which made the Elderly lady who looked in her Fifties just like her mother, Chuckle.

"My dear, It's really nice seeing that you are able to Speak Igala" The lady commented, her accent was to die for in the ears of Habiba.

"Thank You mum" habiba said, She was suprissed by her own words, she had never addressed another woman as mum, except her own mother.

"Awwwnn you are so Adorable darling, What is your name?" The elderly lady asked.

"Habiba" She said.

"Masha Allah, What a beautiful name" the woman said.

"Thank you" she mumbled "I'll be right back" she said, staring at her dad who had a broad smile on his face.

She left the leaving room and headed to the Dinning hall where she found Asiya, her elder sister, seated and Munching on Some Shawarma.

"Are The coolers ready?" She asked, Not sparing her sister a second glance.

"Yes, Habiba. They are ready" The eldest maid said.

"Okay Aunty" she said, while crosschecking The Arrangements of the buffet which were placed on the huge dinning table.

"Where are the Napkins?" She questioned A maid.

"They are finished, I actually forgot about them" the other maid said.

"You mean there's not even a single Napkin?" Asiya finally spoke.

"yes" The maid said.

" Take, Go and Buy it from the kiosk" Asiya handed the maid Three thousand naira.

" I am very sorry Ma'am, But hajiya has ordered us not to leave the house" The maid said.

"the kiosk Is not that far, she won't mind" Asiya said.

"Ma'am there's nothing we can do. Hajiya has warned us not to dare leave here untill the Guest are Gone" Another maid said which made Asiya hiss loudly.

"Ya Asiya, don't worry, Give me the money, I'll buy it" habiba said and Asiya passed the money over to her.

"Use the Back Door, Don't Allow That Woman to see you" Asiya said, Referring to her mother, whom she hated because of what her mother had caused her.

"The person you refer to as that Woman, is your mother" Habiba said earning her a hiss from Asiya, habiba on the other hand went through the back door and headed to the kiosk.

"Hey Malam Bablu, please give me Napkins" She requested.

"Habi the habi" he hailed "You have been scarce this days" he said.

"Yes, Malam Bablu just give me the Napkins Abeg" she said, feeling quit impatient.

Malam bablu handed her Three napkins which she paid for and ran home.

"Ha..." She stood, trying her best to catch her breath.

She continued running until she was almost home, But a huge Generation G-wagon Almost came in contact with her, which led to the driver Making a rough contact with a bamboo tree.

Still in shock of almost getting ran over by a car, She stood still in her position, trying her best to breath in and out.

"Are you okay?" The voice of a masculine, who came from behind her startled her.