Must Read: Razor Tongue - Season 1 - Episode 4

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Must Read: Razor Tongue - Season 1 - Episode 4

Sheila and her parents walked into the party
hall. They scanned the room and sighted
Martha at a table conversing with her friends.

Her parents approached her while she followed
them in slow deliberate steps.
“Happy birthday big sis,” John gave her a peck
on the cheek. She chuckled and leaped to her
feet.

“Oh John… Thank you,” they hugged briefly.
“How does it feel to be forty?” He winked at her.
“Well… I feel great.”
Eureka pulled her into a warm embrace, “So
happy for you.”
“Thank you.”
Sheila watched them at a fair distance. She felt
like walking away, she had not forgotten being
slapped by her aunt. The witch must pay!
Although God said one should forgive as He has
forgiven, she cannot let go of the fact that her
aunt had raised her hand against her.

Her parents had never hit her, no matter how
angry they were. May be she will just turn
around and walk away. She will probably find
somewhere to sit and wait till her parents were
ready to go home.
“Sheila…” Her mother’s call interrupted her
thoughts. She blinked and noticed that her
aunt and her parents were all looking at her.

But it wasn’t just them, everyone at the table
were also watching her.

She noticed that her grandparents were at the
table, her aunt, Dorcas and her husband,
Imabong, with their children, Boma and
Edidiong, were seated together with a few close
friends and relatives.

What? Why were they staring at her? Did they
want her to wish her aunt a happy birthday?
Lord God! This is pure torture. Why should she?
Was it compulsory? But she knew that if she
didn’t, her parents would fry her alive.
She cleared her throat and looked up at her
aunt. The woman looked fabulous in her short
white and black body hugging sleeveless dress.

She cleared her throat again, “Happy birthday,”
she met Martha’s expressionless gaze. ” I… I…
your dress is … nice.”

Martha turned away and pulled her brother and
Eureka closer to the table.

Sheila bit at her lower lip. Can you imagine? The
witch ignored her. Why in the world did her
parents bring her here? She would have been
contented if they had allowed her to stay back
at home.

Her aunt reached out for the hand of a man
seated beside her grandparents. He was clad in
a white and black long sleeve shirt and black
glittering pants. When he stood, someone
gasped. He was not just tall, his broad
shoulders and muscled chest were quite
obvious.
“I will like you all to meet Daniel
Oluwadamilere.” He pulled her closer, “He is the
man I am getting married to at the end of the
year.”

Despite the loud music coming from the
speakers and the murmurings of the guests
seated at different tables, a still like calm settled
around Martha and her family.

Sheila took a good look at her aunt’s fiance. He
was easy on the eyes and he looked like he was
in his early-forties. Her grand parents will be so
happy for their first child. Finally, she would be
getting married.

Charles grasped Daniel’s right hand, “Welcome
to the family son.”
“Thank you, sir.”

As if on cue, everyone at the table got up and
started congratulating Martha and Daniel.

Dorcas and Nnese were in tears, John pulled
Daniel close and introduced him to everyone.

Boma and Edidiong hover around their aunt,
scheming how to get on the groom’s men and
bride’s maids list.

Sheila watched them all, a plan was brewing in
her mind. The intensity of its sure success
warmth her from hair to toes. This seemed like
the perfect time to make her aunt pay. The
witch is going to harvest what she had sown.
Her lips widened in a mischievious smile.