Must Read: Strings And Web

6 years ago

Must Read: Strings And Web

Anabelle touched Timi’s shoulder tenderly.
“I’m sorry for the troubles, please,” she said and leaned on the vehicle they had alighted from.
“I know how you feel. Believe me, I do! You need your baby- she might be all you feel you want now and I know she is but the timing was just too bad,” she cajoled. And in a seemingly moping and downcasted face, whispered, “you’ll get her. She’s yours.”

“I know,” Timi started in a cold voice. “And I’m giving you a week to sort things out,” he finally twitched his face towards her from the vacant space he had been staring into almost all night, “I need my daughter soon!” he blurted out. “I know why I’m doing this.

“Oh, thanks, Timi. I….” Anabelle’s joyous heart leaped her forward but her smile fell like water on a duck’s backshed.

“I am leaving,” Timi announced dryly. And walked away. “A week!”

Anabelle watched him walk briskly away.
He flagged a Taxi and hopped in. “Finally!” she threw her hands flat up as if to depict her sense of frustration, and chewed on her lower lip. But as the taxi crawled away she suddenly was full of pity and couldn’t help but mope for him. Timi was lost.
His inner person was gone. That was definitely not the Timi she knew. She wished things hadn’t happen that way.

“Allahu Akbar Llahu Akbar……,” a melodious voice caught her from a close minaret. That was her cue it was Four P. M already. The sun had been shining mildly all day long. And the day surely had not donned out in the rosiest way.

She hopped into her car and kicked.

As she drove the past swallowed her- she found herself trapped in her memories.

Life had definitely not been easy on Jolade, she knew. And she knew certainly, she was going through a lot. She couldn’t find any hook to sink the blame down her neck for being so d!cky and edgy after much mooting.

Her mind eased away from the past. What she did was not the easiest. Convincing Timi to accede she, Anabelle was his baby moma and Jolade had only been hypervenilating was definitely not unarduos.
She had noticed how Paul turned after he got the news. He would not have taken it easy. She had to cajole Timi ernestly. Eenestly, before he did agree.
She had detected some ulterior motives in Timi, but hey, she might have been hallucinating, she thought.
But that meant nothing.

What would mean a thing was she accepting responsibility for the child. She wasn’t feeling bad for that, though. She, instead, felt great. She had made the right choice. Though she knew then it most probably would be the bone of an entirely new life, she was glad she did it.

What were sisters for?

She reminded her self of a distant Eighteen years ago when she and Jolade were best sisters. Jolade had come first in class. And she, fifth.

“Jolade, I can’t come first like you. I can’t.”

she still heard her mellow tiny voice in her head.
Jolade had allayed her fears, “yes you can. See. I did, and you can, too.” And she had done it. She, Anabelle had come second after Jolade, then.
But those were distant memories. The type every soul would always wish to retreive but would of course, count impossible. Some souls would have even firewalled such memories.

That was her sister, then. And whatever had always occured, she believed, it would be, they two.

“Ding. Ding,” a ring prompted her out of her reverie. It was Daniel- she had almost forgotten he existed.