''Please, let her be. I will talk to her.''
''You better talk to her. This useless girl. That is why I hate girls!''
''What did you say?'' Mrs. Abdul asked.
''I've always wanted a boy but you gave birth to only girls. Look at what they've done to us? One got pregnant and let the house and the other is a constant pain for us.''
''My daughter is not useless. I am the useless one. I am the one who allows you to do whatever you want to my children and I can't even do anything about it.'' Mrs. Abdul busted into tears. She turned when she heard Amala's door open.
''Mum…'' Amala dropped her luggage and ran to her mother when she saw her crying.
''What did you do to Mum?'' Amala turned and asked angrily.
''Both of you have gone mad. You wench, leave this house right now. I do not have a daughter like you who keeps disobeying me.'' Mr. Abdul was angry. He was an African man who believed he had the right to treat his children the way he wanted. If they didn't do what he wanted, then he couldn't be blamed for acting in any way towards them.
''Amala, do not leave. Listen, why don't you apologize to your father first. Tomorrow I will send you to the school to apologize to those students.'' Martha suggested.
''Stop it mother. Do you know why I don't have a dream? Do you know why I never tried to do well in school?'' Amala thought her mother would take her side this time but she thought wrong. She would never take her side. She was always on her father's side.
''That's enough, Amala. Listen to us, we are your parents.'' Martha added.
''I can see you have a lot to say. Say it all, Amala. Why have you stopped doing your best in school?''
''You're right, I've kept this in my heart for long. Even since she left, there is no day that I am never compared to her. Do you know why I fail? I fail because I'm just sick of hearing the same old story. No matter how good I tried, I could never live up to your standard because she was your standard. You've always wished that the one who left was me not her. '' Amala laughed.
''Ever since she left, I tried to be the best that I can so that you won't be so heartbroken. But every single time I did, you referred me back to her and tell me how she was always better than me in every way. I thought to myself, if I got first place or second place, maybe that would be enough. You killed my moral, my zeal to be good. You two did that to me.''
''Are you now blaming me? For your stupidity? You are nothing but…''
''An Imitated product?'' Amala asked, cutting her father off. ''I know and I also know that I will never be good enough so I will leave now and guess where I am going. I am going to your perfect daughter's place and I swear I will make her life even harder than it is for her.''
''Do you even know what you're talking about?''
''I know everything and one of them is that. Thanks to you I now have a dream and that is to destroy everything that is so dear to your heart. Jolene!''
''I said I don't want to hear that name in this house. I forbid you from mentioning that name in this house. I do not have a daughter like that. She became a stranger to me the moment she left this house.''
''Amala, what are you doing. Get down on your knees and apologise to your father.'' Martha said and tried to force Amala.
''No, never!'' Amala stepped back and picked her luggage.
''Kobby, please you can't let her go. This is exactly what happened seven years ago, and Jolene left. Are you going to watch our only child left to also leave? Please Kobby, do something. You know how brazen Amala is. She might go and cause a lot of problems for Jolene.'' Martha pleaded.
''From today, I don't have any child. You heard her, she doesn't want to stay. How can I force someone who doesn't want to stay?''
''Go and put that back, Amala. Your dad is temporary angry, he will forgive you when he calms down.''
''He is the one who needs forgiveness from me for making my life this useless.'' Amala turned to her father. ''I only picked the stuff I bought with my pocket money that Mum gave me. Have a good life and make sure you die in your pride because I won't be coming to your funeral. I love you mother.'' Amala picked the small luggage and left the house.
Martha ran out of the house after Amala but the latter ignored her calling and got into a taxi and left.
Ren City.
MUSE PR CONSULT.
''Time to knock off from work.'' Kiana stood up and picked her bag.
''Let's go together, Kiki.'' Martin said and stood up.
''Are you giving me a ride?'' Kiana asked.
''Of course, I will give you a ride.''
''Okay then. Sister JoJo, I'm going.'' Kiana said when she passed by Jolene's desk.
''Mm, goodnight!'' Jolene said to Kiana.
''You still have some things to do?'' Carine asked Jolene. She closed her computer and stood up.
''Guys, remember, we're going all going to with the CEO to look for new clients. Make sure you come early.'' Jolene said to them as she looked at some things on her computer.
''I won't forget.'' Ernest replied and looked at Kathy. 'Kathy, aren't you going home?''
''I have something to do. You can all leave. I will go a little late today.'' Kathy replied.
''Why do I find that hard to believe? You are not staying back because of the CEO, right?'' Carine asked.
''What do you take me for?'' Kathy glared at Carine.