“Oh no! I still have work to do! The sitting room needs —”
“Inemesit.”
I said her name firmly but gently.
“Today, you are not the cleaner. Today, you are just Inemesit. The work will still be there tomorrow. Let it wait.”
She hesitated. Then she relaxed.
“Okay, Emmanuel,” she said. “Okay.”
The drive home was quiet.
Not an awkward quiet. A comfortable one. The kind of quiet that exists between two people who don’t need to fill every silence with words.
Inemesit held the bags on her lap, occasionally looking down at them as if to confirm they were real. The gold necklace caught the sunlight and threw small reflections across the dashboard.
When we pulled into the compound, she turned to me.
“Thank you,” she said. “For today. For everything.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” I said.
“Yes, I do,” she insisted. “Nobody has ever… nobody has ever treated me like this before. Like I matter.”
Her voice cracked on the last word.
I reached over and squeezed her hand.
“You matter, Inemesit,” I said. “Don’t ever forget that.”
🔥💖OGA I WAN KNACK💖 – EPISODE TEN – A DIFFERENT KIND OF FIRE 💖🔥
