CHAPTER SIX
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CHAPTER SIX
"Are you sure you can do this?" My mother said when I was narrating the story to her, nearly spitting out the drink I bought on my way home.
We were sitting in our small dining room while I was telling her what transpired between me and the Billionaire CEO of the company that I went to. My younger brother, Robert had slept in the room so it was only me and Mom who were having a discussion. This time around, my mother had started glaring at me with her eyes on me that seemed like she was in shock to have heard that coming from me.
"Mom, I had no choice than to do it. We need to do something to survive" I said, as I rested my back on the chair.
"That doesn't mean you should risk your life, my dear. We saw you on the TV this Afternoon and even Robert was very scared to the marrow when he heard the news station broadcasting you live on air" My mother told me, adjusting the wrapper on her body.
"We should be grateful that I found a job to do now, Mom" I giggled, bringing in another discussion.
"Oh! A job?" she questioned.
"Yes... A job, Mom" I exclaimed.
"Don't tell me you are doing that job you told me that he offered you?" she asked, facing me and looking deep into my eyes.
"Yes, Mom" I answered.
"A Bodyguard?" she sounded surprise, searching for an answer while staring at the expression on my face this time around.
"A Bodyguard, Mom..." I replied her, not feeling remorseful.
"You accepted?" And this time around, my mother spat the drink all over me. I was shocked for a while, before using my hand to clean the drink on my face. It kept on strolling down from my face to my chin when I took one of the clothes beside me to clean myself up and I also handed one over to my mother. She took it from me and cleaned her mouth with it, feeling sad at the same time.
The tension in the room was so tensed between us when I decided to break the silence. "I accepted... Because I had no choice left for me" I managed to say when she cut me off, not waiting for me to finish my sentence.
"Have you forgotten you are a Lady, and not a Man?" she asked me, hurriedly putting her drink on the table. I couldn't move and I couldn't talk, I was just stagnant on my seat while I looked at the blank space with my head rested on the chair.
She moved to me, holding my hands now. I could hear her silent grief beside me, with her red eyes fixed on me. Her eyes have turned red already. Yes, I understood that she wanted the best for us but we must survive also.
"You don't have what it takes to be a Bodyguard, my daughter" she held my hand tightly and said to me in silent tone.
"It's just a Bodyguard, Mom... And it is not that there won't be securities around. There will definitely be" I said with a pleading and assuring look on my face.
I knew already that she was after my protection so I added further "I'll protect myself, Mom" I said, while I held her face. She looked up and shrugged her shoulder like a defeated person "Okay, if you say so... Please, protect yourself Helen" she called my name this time, wanting to make me promise her that I'll be okay.
I hugged her tightly like never before, listening to her heart beat with mine. I moved my head back to see her face clearly, and then I said "Mom, you are beautiful". "Did you just know that?" she asked rhetorically and we laughed it off.
Just then, I remembered something. "Did Robert eat anything before sleeping this night?" I asked, looking into her eyes. She nodded negatively "He didn't eat... He slept with an empty stomach" she spoke painfully, and then she further added "I wish I could do a lot for him but I never had what it takes to be a mother to you both... He's been exposed to a lot at this early age of his, Helen" she cried on to my shoulder, while I drew her head more closely to pat her.
"You've been a Good and Strong mother to us ever since... And we are grateful for that, Mom" I said, with tears wetting my eyes. I sighed and comported myself before starting to continue with my speech "We understand you more than you do, Mom... We are no more babies, I'll do what it takes for us to live together in comfort" I assured her, while I let out a loud cry this time around.
We were both crying and tearing down at the same. I looked into the ceiling, seeming like I was looking at God above. "It is okay, Mom... God is there for us" I said assuring her, and even though I didn't believe in what I said to her because if truly God is there for us, we wouldn't have been living and dining in poverty since all these years.
I brought up my hand to my face and wiped the tears that was stilling down freely from my eyes while I held my mother tightly to myself as I looked into the dark space.
To be continued...
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