Chapter 6

"You didn’t tell me you have a daughter that is as beautiful as this," he said to my father while caressing my face.

His touch is making me grow more angry. I wasn’t smiling; I had my face formed with anger, knowing full well that nobody in my house understood how I felt, even though my mother is in support of this marriage.

My father is a man who would sell his daughter’s future off for the small change he needed at that moment to get himself alcohol because that’s the only thing he uses money for.

They all sat down, and anger gripped me as I looked at the pale face of the old man he had brought to marry me; he was smiling like a coward.

My mother went straight to the kitchen. She held my hand as I joined her in the kitchen.

I wasn’t happy with her at all. She just killed my emotions today.

As we entered the kitchen, she brought out coffee.

Are we serving the guests with that as well? I asked myself

"What will I actually do with this?" I asked her with anger that had overcrowded me.

"I have the whole thing planned out; I know you are angry with me right now," she said.

She is right. I’m definitely angry with her. I knew it, right from the time she was on my daddy's side, after remembering how much happier she was looking when that ugly, sticky old man was touching me it’s pissed me off.

"Why should I be angry with you, mom? I still know you have a reason for everything you do.” I feigned a smile.

"Don’t worry, dear; I told you from the beginning that you would never end up being like me. On seeing your suitor earlier, I was disturbed; I sensed him to be like your father."

Oh, she didn’t show me the sign that she was truly disturbed;She was merely masking her rage by pretending to smile. I’m grateful that the universe made her understand that man is too poor for me.

"Now take that scorching coffee; I made it to be so scorching that every slightest drop of it that gets on that man’s skin, he will get burned," she said, heating the coffee. I smiled radically. I didn’t know my mother to be such a person; she wanted me to accidentally slip all the coffee on that old man’s body.

I can’t wait to see how pissed off he will be after I pour him that coffee and how he will swing on his feet to leave. I can’t stop imagining the drama that will take place today. My dad's face will turn to popcorn. I can’t stop laughing.

"When I told you I couldn’t fold my hands and watch you have the same fate as me, I meant it , I hate to send you somewhere, knowing how bitter it is," she said to me while caressing my cheek.

"I love you, mom," I said to her as I embraced her affectionately.

After a minute, I set four cups of coffee on a tray to serve the guests.

My face lighted up with a resplendent smile as I came out, and my father stared at me with a twinkle of smiles filling up his face.

“She had both of her eyes filled with tears at first, but the smile she is currently flashing is masking the atmosphere,“

My dad was looking at me, and I assume that is what he is thinking right now from the way he is staring at me.

The old man was flashing me a smile while staring at me. I guess in his mind he is going to marry a beautiful young lady like me whose smile can be a killer. I couldn’t stop wondering what their faces would be like and how furious they would be after I poured scorching coffee to my suitor. I pictured my father‘s face as being like an angry bird. "You lack home training. I will send you to where you belong.“ He will taunt my hair and hit me so badly my body will be covered with bruises . I smiled.

Whatever I will face after this, I don’t mind. Looking at that old, pale man, I can picture his face looking like a monster. "You didn’t tell me that’s how your family people behave." "I have had enough of this." He will spring up from his feet and fled from our house instantly, and as long as this will piss everyone off and ruin the day, I don’t mind doing it.

I carried the tray directly to where the old was sitting.

It’s amused the guests he came with; they thought I had suddenly changed my mind about marrying him but didn’t know I had another plan. My mom is a genius. Standing in front of the old man, my face was beading with sweat. I was so nervous that I thought it wouldn't be easy for me to do that, but if I want to ruin the whole thing, I must do it.

I regained my composure as I took a deep breath, my hand still shaking. He noticed how nervous I seemed to be as he held my hand. I was holding the tray, and it ripped from my hand, and the whole coffee poured on him.

"Ouch!" he screamed and winced. I held my hand in my mouth, seeing his face looking like that of a monster.

My father glared at me. I can see everyone‘s anger toward me because of the way their faces are looking.

The old man sprung to his feet. He lowered his eyes, thinned his lips, and flared his nostrils. I stared at his face, waiting for him to start yelling at me with words full of hatred.