Four months had passed since the whole drama of Ifeoma and the new wife. Sewa has moved into the house with Fikayo and mama, living the married couple's life.
Ifeoma had sent two hefty men to get her car and some of her belongings for her leaving most of the appliances and lots of stuffs she bought due to her parents' wish.
Fikayo had just gotten back from work and after taking a shower, he sat around the dining table expecting his new wife to bring him his dinner. Sewa on the other hand was oblivious to this as she remained seated in the living room watching the Game of thrones series while eating popcorn, drinking juice and eating all other sugary foods.
Fikayo decided to let her know that he was waiting. "Sewa, my food!" He snapped.
"Which food?" Sewa questioned still focused on the television and rubbing her protruding belly.
"What kind of question is that, am I not supposed to eat after a strenuous day at work?" Fikayo snapped yet again, getting annoyed by the minute. One thing he couldn't allow anyone play with was his stomach.
"There's spag in the kitchen." Sewa simply replied still not taking a moment to even glance at him.
Fikayo hissed before he reluctantly dragged himself into the kitchen, after opening all the pots on the gas cooker and finding nothing but air, he stormed out in annoyance.
"Is this a joke? There is no spaghetti in the pot!" He roared.
"Calm down! Do you want to make me deaf? There's no spaghetti in any pot before now, I only told you that there's spaghetti so you should just cook it." Sewa replied finally giving Fikayo her attention.
"Are you in your right senses? You expect me to come home from work and cook by myself? Are you mad? You were inside this house all day! You did absolutely nothing from morning till night, yet you couldn't even cook for me? All you do in this house is eat like a glutton!" Fikayo snapped at Sewa who looked like all he was saying was just some boring speech. "Sorry o, husband. Abeg, you're obstructing my view, winter is coming."
"What's wrong with the both of you? Your noises woke me up." Mama said while yawning as she came out of her room.
"Mama! It's this liability that you forced on me. Can you believe that she..." Fikayo started to report before Sewa interrupted.
"Continue, big baby. Like a baby that was beaten and is now reporting that person to his mummy. You just don't want to have sense, ehn? Are you five years old? When will your brain grow to the same level as your height, age and dvck? Everything, mama, like an imbecile!"
Fikayo's mouth hanged open as he took in all the abuse that Sewa hurled at him.
"Close your mouth before houseflies rush in else I won't kiss that lip again. I don't know what your problem is, is it not your mate that enters kitchen to cook? I don't blame you, it's your mother that raised you like one alpha male who should always sit and expect everything done as per man. If you're hungry, you know the way to the kitchen, go and cook spag." Sewa concluded as she stretched forth her leg on the center table and dig into a bowl of ice cream beside her.
"Iya, please, you're not transparent." She directed to mama who just walked away from the front of the living room.
"But Sewa, you cooked Spag for him too this evening, I saw it in the pot." Mama said.
"My baby ate it." Sewa simply replied.
"What baby?"
"Don't you know that I'm now eating for two? My baby was hungry so I had to eat it so as to feed him or her." Sewa explained while Fikayo glared at her wishing that it was possible for him to just strangle her at that moment.
"Apart from that, I didn't see any new foodstuff arranged in that kitchen when I walked in, did I not give you some money to buy foodstuffs! We have been eating spaghetti in this house for almost a week now!" Fikayo snapped.
"Oh! That money? I was craving for sugary foods a lot so I used it to get myself some chocolates and all that."
"Are you mad? You used twenty thousand naira to get chocolates?" Fikayo exclaimed.
"This one that your eyes wants to fall out of their sockets, better be careful. How much is twenty thousand naira that you're shouting over, something I use to buy food in one sitting. You'd have to drop another for foodstuff o, I forgot to tell you that I also need one hundred thousand naira by next week Saturday, one of my friends is celebrating her big thirty and it's one in town. The asoebi(party cloth) is just fifty thousand naira and then the remaining fifty will be for other miscellaneous expenses." Sewa laid her demand while mama and Fikayo just stared at her.
"Ten naira! I repeat! Ten naira, you won't get from me not to talk of a hundred thousand naira for a stupid birthday."
"You won't give me what?" Sewa stood up, chuckling as she clapped her hands dramatically. "When you're not mad, you will not give me what? Eh, it's like you want me to close all this good wife act and unleash my mad side for you. Do I look like Ifeoma? Ehn? If you try nonsense with me, I'll show you the difference between Sewa and Ify! Imbecile! Mama, leave the way, abeg!" She pushed mama out of her way as she then sauntered into the room still carrying her bowl of ice cream.
Mama and Fikayo stared at her till she disappeared completely from their sight.
"Mama, you have pushed me into making the devil my wife." Fikayo told his mother.
"It's not like that, you know that she's pregnant, it's the pregnancy that's making her like this. Just be patient with her."
Fikayo hissed before he stormed into the kitchen to make himself something to eat.
TO BE CONTINUED...