"What was the name of the Prophet?" Temi asked again.
As she asked, she could see that something hooked in her Mother's throat as she turned to look at her husband.
"The name of the Prophet...?" Mrs. Smith asked as she turned to her husband.
"Yeah...the name of the Prophet," Temi said gently.
Waiting for her husband who was staring at the floor to speak. But when he didn't say a word, she looked at her hands as she cleared her throat and then looked up at her daughter.
Looking down again, she looked shaky.
"Temi dear..." Mrs. Smith called.
"Mum...?" Temi responded.
Swallowing hard, Mrs. Smith raised her head as she looked at her daughter with worry in her eyes.
"There are some things that we aren't supposed to tell you 'bout, but you keep pressurizing us to tell you and...!" Mrs.. Smith paused and sighed.
"We're afraid that it would affect you mentally, and we don't want...!"
"Mum...!" Temi called.
Her mother looked up.
You could see the tears...
Anxiety...
Hesitation...
And something else...
Fear...
Her mother was scared for her...
Scared for her daughter's life...
Scared that her daughter would make, not only mistakes but blunders that would cost her a lot...
But wait...
It wasn't 'her' life...
It was Temi's life...
So why would Mrs. Smith be worried for 'her' own life?
It didn't make sense to Temi.
Although, Temi understood the mind of her mother, and she understood the fact that her Mother...or rather, Mothers are always about their kids and that could cause them to always be leading them in their own lives.
Sometimes, the kid never even becomes dependent on themselves anymore and always relied upon their parents for everything...
She had friends and mates who were like that and she detested that greatly...
Whenever she remembered that she couldn't help but frown in disgust.
"It's my life...not yours!" Temi said firmly.
Her Mother's mouth closed shut as she looked at her daughter.
It seemed like her daughter still didn't understand what she was trying to say...
It seemed her daughter still hadn't understood the lessons that they (Mr. Smith and herself) had given you so much to teach her...
It seemed that it was until when life hits her so hard, she would be able to understand what both her parents had been trying to teach her all along...
And it was until when both herself and her husband wouldn't be there anymore, would she be able to understand what they had been trying to teach her...
But now, Temi only knew that it was 'her' life, no one else's...
How ignorant...!
Once these thoughts crept in, tears unconsciously rolled down her eyes, causing it to look like Mrs. Smith was crying.
"Mum? Are you crying?" Temi asked, confused.
What had she said to cause her Mother to cry...?
Temi couldn't help but ask herself.
"Mum...I didn't say anything wrong to hurt Mum, so why are you crying?" Temi subconsciously asked, confused.
Mrs. Smith realized herself.
Therefore, raising her hand, she took it to her eyes and wiped the tears away from them, while, Mr. Smith came and knelt before his wife as he used his hand to wipe the tears in his wife's eyes and then hugged her.
"Dad...?" Temi called.
Her Father slowly looked at her when he had stood up.
"W...W...What did I say that hurt Mum?" Temi asked.
Mr. Smith shook his head slowly as he sighed and looked back at his wife as he returned to his seat.
Opening his mouth to say something, Mrs. Smith that had her head down, raised it she unconsciously beat her husband to it.
"You know, Temi...!" Her Mother said.
"It is the joy of every motherhood not just a Mother but both parents...!"
"But mostly Mothers as 'they are the ones to carry the children in their wombs for two hundred plus days that's nine (9) months and then the next thing that they get is that it's 'their' lives...!" Mrs. Smith said as she cried.
"The issue of 'it' being 'your' life ought to have nothing to do with us...but it does...It does, it's also 'our' priority to make sure that you don't fall into the pit of life and...!" Mrs. Smith couldn't control herself as she burst out into tears.
Mr. Smith reached out to his wife with a handkerchief as he gently wiped her tears away...
"Mum...!" Temi said in a low tone.
"You know Temi...!" Mrs. Smith said as she lifted her head firm her husband's hands.
"The roads of life aren't as easy as you think...!"
"If you think that, 'Yeah, okay, it's 'my life, my parents have no say in 'my life, no one has no say in...then, that person's headed for disaster...a huge one!" Mrs. Smith said.
"The prophecy given by the Prophet was strictly meant for the both of our ears...!" Mrs. Smith said in a stern strong voice as she pointed at both herself and her husband seated beside her.
"The words and instructions were strictly meant for us, 'only'!" Mrs. Smith said.
"But since you want to hear it out, force it out of us...then I guess it's time we let the cat out of the bag...!" Mrs. Smith said as she looked at her husband and whispered;
"Honey, I 'am not...gonna listen to what you have to say on this one, because, whether you're in it or not...I'm gonna say it anyway!"
As she said that, she turned her head away as she didn't wait for her husband's reply as she turned to face her daughter.
But there was a strong force on her hand that made her turn back.
Looking back, Mrs. Smith saw that it was her husband's hand that was on her arm.
Looking up at his eyes, Mrs. Smith said;
"Babe, I'm not...!"
But she was interrupted by her husband's finger on her lips as he quietly whispered;
"Shhhh...!" He shushed her gently.
Mrs. Smith frowned.
As she was about to ask what that was for, Mr. Smith said;
"First off, what makes you think that I'm gonna stop you from telling her all those kinds of stuff?" He asked in a gentle voice.
Mrs. Smith's frown deepened a bit as she gently asked;
"What do you mean...?"
Looking down, his wife followed his head down...
She noticed that her husband had taken her hand in his and was gently moving his thumb finger to and fro on the back of her palm causing a tingling feeling to erupt.
Looking up to look at her husband, she found him to be looking at her lovingly...with a smile...
The smile that made her fall in love with him...
The smile that had attracted her to him...
The smile that lighted up her world...
The smile that gave her strength and confidence in situations where she was down and scared, and made her know what to do...
In situations such as this...
Though, there were no dimples on his cheeks that other ladies so much admired and desired for their men to have.
Mrs. Smith didn't like dimples...
Not that she disliked them or hated them, but she was just not too lenient with them...
Though even if Mr. Smith did have dimples, they would fit so perfectly on his face and add sparkle to his face...