It was never your office, it is my kitchen, says the angry woman to her husband who paces round the house complaining. Vicker who has reached the limit of starvation rushed back from work and tried to get his belly filled with food, but unfortunately the fridge was empty and no food to microwave. He got so furious at the absence of his wife and the emptiness of the fridge, and decided to put some grains of rice on the cooker.
As he deepened his hand in the cabinet, a sound of knock hits the door. Vicker never bothered to ask who is at the door, he left the boiling water on the fire and opened the door. Amazingly, she's here says Vicker as he opened the door for his wife. The woman of the house is back from work looking tired. Yes, it seemed she had a stressful day.
Vicker barely welcomed her, he turned back to the kitchen looking for solution to his starvation. Bella dropped her kit on the couch and followed her husband anxiously. She screamed as she saw her husband with a full bowl of grains attempted to be poured in the boiling water put on the cooker. She quickly rushed to hold his hand, ordering him to stop.
He waited for some seconds before heeding to her words. Afterwards, Vicker yelled at his wife for not making provisions for his lunch. Bella angrily replied that the kitchen is hers and not his husband's office. She never knew that Vicker was going to make it home before her. Vicker paced angrily throughout the period of their conversation, complaining that he needs his lunch. Why do we have water splashed on the floor, why do we have tomatoes on the floor, would you have poured so much grains in the pot? why is my cabinet so disorganized, why are my things wrongly placed? asked Bella. Vicker yelling back says; Are you the owner of the things in the kitchen, so why do you keep personalising the kitchen? "Because it is my personal office, my kitchen and not your office!" says Bella
As Vicker tried to reply, Bella threw a question at him saying; where is Jeremiah? Sudden silence took over the atmosphere. Vicker suddenly turned to a stammerer, and could barely construct a sentence. Eventually, he confessed that he didn't pick the little boy from school. Bella rushed out of the kitchen, picked the car key and sped off to her son's school. Vicker was depressed, turned off the cooking gas and sat at the pavement outside waiting for his wife and son's arrival.
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