Mrs. Bola was in the living room downstairs, angry about how Cindy had behaved.
"Cindy is my only daughter and child, and I cannot even think of conceiving another baby again. At 42, by the time the child grew up to Cindy's age, I might have already aged considerably," Mrs. Bola frowned and saw Cindy stepping out of the corridor above.
As Cindy walked towards the balcony, and started coming downstairs to meet her.
Mrs. Bola sat on the living room couch and looked away, lost in her thoughts.
Cindy saw her mother frown at her, as she approached and descended the stairs.
She sighed and said, "Mother, I am going out."
Mrs. Bola didn't reply as she continued shaking her legs and glanced away.
Mrs. Bola was a beautiful brown-skinned woman, and one wouldn't believe that she was the one w
