By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
When Michael returned home; to the Njemanze villa where he lived with his parents, the servants all bowed and greeted him in respect, then he walked inside. He seemed not to need the greeting, for his face was cold as ever, though he was absolutely beautiful which would make it impossible for anyone to hate him. His mother always teased him that his beauty was no doubt white house passes.
Walking into the luxurious living room, he saw his mother Patricia, sitting on the living room sofa, watching TV. She was dressed in pink pyjamas and wrapped in a blanket while her long glossy hair was let loose.
Patricia turned her head around when she had noise, and immediately, she let out a sweet smile when she saw her son, Michael. ‘You’re back. I saw the news, son. I’m glad that the contract signing was successful.’ She rose and gave her son a hug.
‘mhm,’ Michael nodded. ‘Mum, you don’t have to wait for me… you could have gone to sleep.’ It was obvious Michael really cared about his mother.