Mamy watched Mubin until he disappeared from sight, unease filling her heart. Zalika snapped her out of her thoughts.
“Mamy, please be patient, but Baffa has never treated us well. Since childhood, we’ve never known the warmth of sitting or chatting comfortably with our father. Now that we’re grown, it hurts even more—but nothing has changed.”
Mamy sighed deeply.
“Zalika, you know I’ve tried my best to make your father see his mistakes, but he refuses to understand. Many men believe women have no wisdom, thinking a woman is inferior. Your father believes as long as he feeds his children and provides for them materially, he has fulfilled his responsibility.”
As they spoke, they heard the gate open, followed shortly by a car entering. They knew it was Baffa returning home at his usual time.
Zalika quickly stood up.
“Where are you going?” Mamy asked, holding her hand.
“To my room,” Zalika replied.
“Why?”
“You know Baffa is coming in, and I don’t want to face his scowling face.”
Mamy released her hand in surprise as Zalika hurried off like someone fleeing danger.
The living room door opened loudly. Just as expected, Baffa stormed in like an angry lion, his face dark with rage. He didn’t even greet anyone. He shut the door and stood in the middle of the living room, scanning the place. Mamy didn’t look up at him.
He moved closer, dropped a bag, and sat down.
“Can’t you see someone entered? Why are you silent?” he snapped.
MAMY
Mamy watched Mubin until he disappeared from sight, unease filling her heart. Zalika snapped her out of her thoughts.
“Mamy, please be patient, but Baffa has never treated us well. Since childhood, we’ve never known the warmth of sitting or chatting comfortably with our father. Now that we’re grown, it hurts even more—but nothing has changed.”
Mamy sighed deeply.
“Zalika, you know I’ve tried my best to make your father see his mistakes, but he refuses to understand. Many men believe women have no wisdom, thinking a woman is inferior. Your father believes as long as he feeds his children and provides for them materially, he has fulfilled his responsibility.”
As they spoke, they heard the gate open, followed shortly by a car entering. They knew it was Baffa returning home at his usual time.
Zalika quickly stood up.
“Where are you going?” Mamy asked, holding her hand.
“To my room,” Zalika replied.
“Why?”
“You know Baffa is coming in, and I don’t want to face his scowling face.”
Mamy released her hand in surprise as Zalika hurried off like someone fleeing danger.
The living room door opened loudly. Just as expected, Baffa stormed in like an angry lion, his face dark with rage. He didn’t even greet anyone. He shut the door and stood in the middle of the living room, scanning the place. Mamy didn’t look up at him.
He moved closer, dropped a bag, and sat down.
“Can’t you see someone entered? Why are you silent?” he snapped.
Suppressing her emotions, she replied calmly,