By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
After Chioma left the scene and started homeward, her phone began to ring. It was from her brother Andrew. Chioma wondered why her brother was calling. Could it be that Andrew already knew she had an accident? Or perhaps he had a premonition about what had already happened to her? Whatever it was that could be Andrew’s reason for calling her at this moment, Chioma wasn’t in the mood to know. She didn’t want to pick up because she had nothing yet to say to her brother. She didn’t want him to worry about her.
This was something she could handle, she thought. Maybe she would tell him later about the accident in the evening. Right now her mind was scattered as if she had lost the ability to think.
When she managed to arrive home, she opened the door and walked inside. Her mother was at the market selling fruits, and her brother at the garage. Tears stole into her eyes at the poor life her family led. She had wanted to find a job to give her family a comfortable life, only to be involved in an accident. Was there still hope for her? Even though hope was among the words she hated, she still needs to hope that someday she would achieve all her dreams.
Her mother Louisa rented this small apartment after Magnus died. Since it was close to the market and a bit close to the garage where Andrew works, there was no need to take a taxi and they could save some money to pay their bills. The environment though a cheap area, it was pleasant and also within their budget.
Chioma took a quick hot bath, changed into a set of clothes, and went to the bedroom to rest. Just then, her phone began to ring again. She thought it was her brother but when she looked at the screen, she saw it was an unfamiliar number. She reached for the phone, glancing at it for a few seconds before picking up.
‘Hello?’ Chioma said but the other person remained silent. ‘Hello? Who’s this? I’m hanging up the phone if you’re not going to say anything!' Chioma felt a bit annoyed. She thought that maybe the caller dialed the wrong number, and then hung up.
At this moment, Michael tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he drove. ‘She hung up on me?’ He was clearly annoyed.
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