Jide didn’t reply immediately, he just stretched forth his hand to pick up the remote where it sat. After which he started pressing its buttons, midway in the act he spoke:
Jide: ‘Mrs Olukoya’ he drawled sarcastically ‘the kitchen is over there through the dining and the bedroom is in the hallway behind that curtain’ he continued pressing the buttons of the remote without as much as a glance towards Daisy.
Jide: ‘Besides…’ he continued ‘since this is technically now your home, i expect you do the maths yourself and explore it the way you explored the exterior’ he completed, then placed the remote by his side, and stretched himself on the chair, a sign that she was dismissed.
Daisy said nothing, so he had noticed? This was the longest he had ever spoken to her since this issue started a month ago, but then again, they hardly knew each other well before the whole marriage ish began. she quietly bent down, picked up her shoes and walked out of his presence to go start her ‘exploration’
Jide still didn’t move, he felt his temper rising and was fighting hard to control it. What was it about her that angered him so? He couldn’t fathom, It wasn’t worth the trouble now, he mused waving his hands mentally. Daisy feet took her first to the kitchen, she was really hungry and any food she saw now would be jackpot. But she was disappointed, the kitchen was sparkling clean, but no food was in sight. She only saw an unopened bag of rice, but didn’t see any accompanying ingredient, but then she couldn’t possibly cook now! Considering the time and the dress she was still wearing. Just then another issue hit her, what was she going to wear after she bathed? All her clothes were over at the family house in Victoria Island. This is gonna be a long night, she said to herself.
Thinking about this, she walked out into the dining, there she saw some beverages on the table, immediately then she wished she had braved up to tell Jide to buy that bread back then on the road. Oh well, she should be grateful for this atleast. She made herself a cold cup of tea after which she walked down to go explore the hallway.
The hallway was dimly lit, they were four doors, two on both sides, Daisy wondered which, was the supposed bedroom, well explore he had said, and explore she would.
She went over to the door at her left, it was locked, ‘can’t be this’ she said, then over to the right door opposite she went, the door gave in without a sound, she peeped inside, it was the bedroom. ‘quick luck’ she said as she walked in.
The room was sparsely decorated, the walls were painted white, a huge bed loomed in front of her, a large dressing mirror was close by and few steps away was the wardrobe. The room was neat, like every other part of the house, he must be a neatness freak she concluded.
Few minutes later, Daisy came out of the adjoining bathroom, draped in a towel that hardly covered her, it was all she could find. The problem of what to wear resurfaced. She looked at the disgusting pile of her wedding gown.
Daisy: ‘Ain’t gonna be that’ she muttered and marched to the wardrobe for more exploration. Few minutes later she was on Jide’s T shirt and walking down the hallway to the parlor. Shontelle’s ‘Nothing but your T.shirt on’ song was playing in her mind. She found herself humming the song, Inspite of her situation, well it described her perfectly she thought. She was totally Unclad under this huge shirt of Jide’s and oddly, she felt good about it, his perfume, though faint, exuding from the shirt did wonders to her nerves and she found herself thinking that everything might just be fine afterall. Maybe she was feeling a little sexy too. This made her smile.
Daisy was a huge suckker for music, she didn’t just love the rhythm, she paid attention to the lyrics even learnt it. Every song, she had reasoned address every life’s experience, you just had to know when to apply them and let the song massage and soothe your nerves. Her love for music was so great that her mum teased her about it wondering why she wanted to read nursing instead of music. That was long ago before she passed away.
Daisy was now in the parlor, the light were switched off. Though light from the windows illuminated it lightly. Jide was now sleeping and snoring away though not loudly, he had moved to the bigger chair and, television was off.
Daisy: ‘so he even snores’ she said to herself ‘behind all those handsomeness’ she giggled walking to the kitchen. In the kitchen, she stood, momentarily lost on why on why she had come. Then it hit her. Juice! She came searching for juice. She walked to the fridge and opened it quickly. Nothing! Just a few can of Star beer. She looked around, soon she was at the cupboard that hung up, even as she searched vigorously she knew it was futile.
Whoever kept juice in cupboard she thought resignedly. She was a bundle of nerves now, So much for feeling sexy and good a while ago. The night couldn’t get any worse! Daisy leaned upon the cooking platform, she felt a tear drop, this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. How was she going to survive this Night when the cravings began, ‘juice craziness’ her mum had referred to it.
Whatever it was, she never skipped it, the consequences were grave. But now she would, on her wedding night of all nights! She pitied herself and hated the love which so clouded her senses.
Minutes later when she walked past the sleeping Jide towards the hallway leading to the bedroom, she wished that none of her friends or family would ever dare gamble with love and take the chance her foolish self did.
Daisy woke up rather late this morning for she was an early riser, the bed-side clock showed the time to be 7:30am, but Daisy made no move to stand, instead she curled up further into the blanket, she was feeling sick and her head really hurts. This was an aftermath of skipping her nightly dose of juice and as she had predicated, the consequence had been grave, it shook her like an earthquake.
She had all but consciously walked to the kitchen at about 2am earlier that morning for that was the time the craving begins. Still not fully awake, she searched the fridge and cupboards looking for Juice, it was minutes later that it dawned on her that She wasn’t in her apartment in Boston.
But by then, the kitchen was a mess, things were out of their place and sprawled on the floor while cupboards and cabinets lay open. Daisy didn’t care, she remembered then that she had searched before so she just walked like a zombie to her room, half noticing Jide who was snoring away, oblivious of the noise she had made.
When she got back to the room, her trouble doubled, for minutes later, she started sweating profusely, her body shaking uncontrollably, the worms gnawed at her intestine and she felt a sickening sensation, she was a pile of wreck, more like a drug addict who didn’t get a dose of drug. She was deeply addicted to juice, her hungry stomach compounded the problem and she found herself visiting the toilet to vomit now and then, nothing came out for her stomach was more or less empty, but she went back again nevertheless. She couldn’t sleep, for hours she just sat on the floor, her back resting on the bed and her hands on her head. It was hours later that sleep came knocking and slowly she had dragged herself to bed.
The reason she woke up late this morning. Daisy now rolled to the other side of the bed, she was still queasy. She suddenly remembered what Today was. Sunday! and it was their wedding thanksgiving service, still she made no move to stand. It wasn’t as if there was anything to wear, and her phone wasn’t with her, in all of yesterday activities, she didn’t know who she had given it, and she was sure Jide wouldn’t bother calling the family house.
Well, she wasn’t feeling any better herself. Soon she heard noises. She attuned her ears to it, it was coming from the parlour.
Jide’s Mom: ‘Kilonshe gbogbo awon omode yi!’ someone had shouted. She guessed it to be that of Jide’s father, that must mean the family were here she reasoned. Slowly she started rising up, but stopped when the door flung open, and in came Mama.
‘Daisy, what are you still doing in bed by now? It’s almost eight, i don’t know you to be a late riser, first service will end by nine and we are booked for then!…’ Mama said, her voice rising with every sentence, she was now by the bed.
Daisy was sitting down now, no movement, her expression blank. She didn’t reply either. Mama felt her temper rising, if Jide was adamant, atleast not Daisy too. Noone seem to care.
Jide’s Mom: ‘kilo de?’ she asked in yoruba.
Daisy said nothing, she just pulled the blanket up to her folded knee. Mama pulled down the blanket and fuming still, said:
Jide’s Mom: ‘O fe dami lo hun ni? See the time, its sharp eight, you nor Jide is prepared, are you children bent on causing scandals?
Jide’s Mom: ‘Daisy!’ she shouted when Daisy still made no move to stand or reply her. Mama continued complaining in yoruba language, she did so, mostly when she was angry, Daisy understood all she was saying, her 10 years stay in the States hadn’t eroded her knack for the language. she couldn’t speak it fluently but she understood it quite all right, she had been perfect in the language due to her long stay in Ijebu-Ode with her grandmother before she left for Boston to stay with her mother, though the years took away her ability to speak yoruba fluently, Mama had made sure she never lost the language totally. She often than not converse in yoruba with her.
Mama was ranting on about how Jide was so ungrateful, how children of nowadays were spoilt and disrespectful, how nobody seem to appreciate her one bit, how Daisy seem to have joined in frustrating her and so on…’
Inbetween all of mama’s ranting, Daisy had slide down into the blanket drawing it up to cover her face. You don’t try arguing with Mama when she was this way.
Having said her piece, mama sighed, her anger seem to have dissolved. She now sat calmly on the bed. When Daisy noticed Mama was no more talking, she stole a glance at her, peeping from beneath the blanket.
Daisy: ‘coast clear’ she said quietly to herself and pulled off the blanket. Standing up she said ‘Mama don’t overwork yourself already, i was feeling sick then’
Mama immediately looked up from where she had bent her head wondering whether she didn’t deserve how she was being treated.
Jide’s Mom: ‘Sick! How? when? Why didn’t you tell me…’ she was now at Daisy side and touching her body. Mama and her fussing, Daisy thought resignedly.
Names have been changed to protect the identity of the narrator and other individuals in the story.
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