Chapter 7
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"Our kitchen."She protested.
I knew what was coming. An argument. Well if she has the energy for that, I don't. Like some astute or arrogant lawyer,I don't know which,she would bicker and pick up a fight. I had no time for that now.
I hope she let it slide though, I thought as I found myself a chair and sat."You did excellently well anyway, bravo. Noticed you've been practicing more often. Is there something I should know about?"
She swirled her eyes to me."Oh I didn't tell you?"
Like she ever told me something if I didn't inquire."No."
"Okay. I got signed in a music label."
"When was this?"
"Last two weeks. Now, there is this music contest I came across online,it attracted me because it is all I wish for. The winner earns fame,cash prizes and few other stuff. So I went through it and attempted to participate but I wasn't qualified to be a participant. By a stroke of luck my boss, the owner of the music label I'm signed in,liked me. He told me to call him daddy since he didn't have a daughter."
That came like a slap in the face that I hated the man forthwith but tried to jettison the jealousy in me. Daddy my ass. Sonita never even got to call me that. Lets hear what next she has got to utter.
"He's quite influencial in the music industry so he used that advantage to secure me a spot in the contest. I was so overwhelmed with joy and kept thanking him. But he'd only pat me on the shoulder and felicitate me. His name is Owen. He's such a wonderful man."
Define wonderful,I thought. Being helpful on the matter of connections was of course advantageous but not to be compared to the sacrifices I had made for her. All things considered I still thought he wasn't worthy to be called that and was taken aback a bit that she could laud someone that much.
I asked almost half-heartedly."When is the contest?"
She blurted out."Christmas eve. Somewhere here in California."
Silence reigned as we remained seated in the kitchen. Sonita didn't resume singing. Perhaps she gets nervous singing in my presence. Whatever, I had caught her singing several times.
I took a elongated gaze at her. Her awe-inspiring features was something that could be yearned-for. She was blonde, smooth on the face. The glossy face sometimes got me mulling over whether her body cream was responsible for such a awing skin or it was natural. Just like her mother, Sonita wasn't so in the know of fashion and skincare yet her face happened to be one of the smoothest things I had seen.
For a short while, I observed carefully so she wouldn't detect anything her using my peripheral vision. She had scanty but visible eyebrows. Down to her eyes,I couldn't have the best view from this angle but her lashes could be seen, naturally extended so it was a pull. Her eyeballs were white and her eye colour blue. Unlike mine that's brown.
Down to her nose it was puny and pointed. Distinctively I remembered pestering Rita and Stella for having such size of nose. It used to be such a rarity to me. At times I'd intentionally exclaim it was microscopic having to wonder how they could breath conviniently.
The lips was the nicest of it all. Noticeably small,downy and light pink making it adorable and fascinating. It usually came as a wonder to me when she claimed to have no suitor. Although she was so much of a marriageable age to me it wasn't just likely for me except there was a reason somewhere. She was exquisite,such beauty that possibly gives every young man the zeal to take a second glance and that should have got lads astounded. After all I knew how Rita elegance had my mouth agape, except she had issues with her character.
Yes. It had to be that. If I were to reason out and judge by her manners to me then her attitude needs work indeed. In any case she usually became a different person,more gregarious and genteel, the moment she steps out of the house.
Hence I was pretty certain she was responsible for not having suitors. Perhaps she would send them away as they came. That was a theory and why she would do that, I don't know but I was not in a hurry and acted like I had the whole time one could ever pine for. Now earlier today I ascertained the truth that I didn't.
She wore a blue gown that stopped at her knees,a bit close-fitting partially showing her womanly figure. A family necklace worn around her neck,passed on to her through me by her mother, dangled. And her feet was covered with slippers.
Music. This used to be Rita's dream as well but she had never had the privilege of having sponsors or getting signed in a music label let alone participating in a music contest. I undoubtedly had a believe that she would be proud of what her daughter had become if she was alive. Because I was. Even do the whole boss thing got me a little pissed. I couldn't tell how long I ended up gazing at her in admiration but it must be pretty much long.
"I'm happy for you, Sonita. You're just like your mother."I finally voiced out my mind.
For a reason which I was yet to uncover she got offended by my utterance.
"Will you stop saying that?"She said,surly.
"Why? Saying what?"
"That!"
It was like I could sense the altercation that was coming. I tried being collected."I was only trying to point out the similitude between you two."
My foster daughter looked me straight in the eye with disgust, irritated that I hadn't sussed out the message she had always tried to pass across all these years."Why do you always do this to me?"
I froze, tongue-tied. Like the shock from work wasn't enough. What the heck is she talking about?
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