Amara’s eyes widened and her mouth opened, but for a moment no words came out.
“A man in my hut? Me? Ah, Mama Jadeeka, please leave my compound. Stop talking nonsense!”
Amara shouted, waving her hands to chase Mama Jadeeka away.
Mama Jadeeka clapped her hands together and shook her head, then slowly turned around.
“Amara, I will come back later. Let me see what you are hiding in this hut of yours,” she said, walking away but still turning her head to look back.
Amara watched her until she was out of the compound before quickly shutting the door and leaning against it, breathing heavily.
She turned around slowly and saw Nene looking at her with fear and confusion, tears in her eyes.
Amara moved to her and sat beside her, touching her hand gently.
“Don’t worry. She has gone. You are safe for now,” Amara whispered.
Nene nodded slowly, holding her belly and breathing heavily.
“Thank you, Amara. Thank you,” she whispered back.
But before Amara could say another word, she heard a loud gasp inside the hut.
She turned quickly and saw her son, Chijioke, standing there with his mouth wide open, his eyes looking as if they would pop out.
