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My door was already opened so she walked straight in. she started searching all over like it was her room, I didn’t speak with her.
We had a brief quarrel last night before I went to bed. Something that led her to hit me while I rained abuses on her and reminding her of how she follows men.
When she was through, she walked out of the room without saying a word to me. I wanted to hiss loudly so that she could hear it but dad was around and I knew she wouldn’t let it go if she hears the hiss. I didn’t want dad taking out his already ignited tantrum on us.
The day was already starting badly.
She met my mum in the sitting room. There was no need to speak. They stopped helplessly wondering where the key was.
They begin to search between and within the seats.
Dad came out of the room and went straight to the door; he stopped and stared at it, as if asking himself ‘what should I do now?’
There was no possibility of breaking down the strong metallic bullet proof door.
A few months ago, dad had angrily and suddenly relieved the gateman of his duties because of a pardonable mistake.
Now there was nobody outside the compound that he could call to help him pull some stunts outside. Dad had no driver; dad was very impatient with drivers.
The spare key got lost almost seven months ago, it was Johns fault. We have been managing this single remaining key since then.
The back door key which was occasionally used was in the same bunch with the exit door key. There was just no way out. Who would have imagined that this would be our plight on this Monday morning?
Time was ticking.
I think dad was thinking of who he would call that would help him get some professionals to help him break down the door, because he was busy with his cell phone.
“Where could this key be?” Mum whispered. The mistake she made was that she allowed dad to hear it.
“You can continue asking yourself such a silly question. But have you taken you time to imagine how you sound with such words coming out of your lips?”
Mum looked at him helplessly, she was already getting used to him and the way he talked. “I am not as silly as you take me for you know, I am sure I kept the key on this table, why should whatever happened to it after I kept it be my fault? Why don’t you believe me when I say that I kept it here?”
“I can only believe you when…”
His cell phone rang, his boss.
He took a long breath before answering the call.
“I can’t believe you are not yet in the office, are you okay?” His boss quickly said before dad could say hello.
“I just have a little set back I will soon be there sir,” dad said. He was trying to sound confident.
“Do you know what time it is? This is after eight. You should be here in the next ten minutes, I am waiting.”
The line went dead before dad could give his fake reassurance speech.
He looked at mum, “do you see what you are making me pass through?” His voice was loud. He was now ready to let out the whole anger he felt.
You see, the thunder like emotion called anger has a way of obscuring any intent we have. Remember, dad was trying to call someone who would help him break down the door. Instead he spent valuable time calling mum silly, I didn’t think mum was the silly one here.
“Do you know this might cause me my job?” he continued in a much louder tone..
“What do you stand to gain by doing this? You might think this is a joke but it is not. This morning meeting is one that I cannot afford to miss. I have with me here, important company documents that will be needed for the meeting. If I don’t attend it, it will be the greatest catastrophe of all times.
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