You are a stupid girl! Getting scared at anything you see or feel, trembling at the sight of an infant cockroach like a sheet of paper on a windy day, crying over petty things as if you have no power, watching the world swallow you  like a piece of broken glass? Get up fool! Show her  what your mama gave you! My subconscious snapped at me pumping some warmth into my cold body.

I wish she could have done this long ago. It could have given me the courage to face the handsome devil I married. Why is she doing it now? Why now?

Sometimes things do come unexpectedly.

I slowly turned gathering some courage, my hands coming back to their normal position and stared into her eyes sharply. She dropped her head after holding the stare for some seconds before speaking. I felt like I have won a battle for the first time. A battle that could have been won long ago.

  "How has Clane been treating you co-wife?" She asked still covered in her hoodie.

Co- what? I was shocked but I kept myself at ease. I didn't want her to think I wasn't aware of what my husband was capable of. Who was she to call me that anyway? The only person I was to call that was long dead and never to be recalled but Clane's actions can't be predicted. You may think he is jogging only to realise he is walking on one foot.

   "Same way husbands have to treat their angels", I replied my head erect to show her how confident I was.

   "I can see you are a sharp replier but still you haven't answered correctly", she said this  time with her voice raised a little.

   "How did you want him to be treating me? Like an angel or a slut on a busy street?" I answered her question with another question.

She didn't answer, she instead balled her hands into a fist for some seconds then crossed them tightly around her chest with her chest moving up and down. She then shook her head as if swallowing her anger then produced a chuckle before speaking. This was nothing to me.

    "Should I call you a ding-dong or a birdbrain? Well I know you can't choose any  because they sound irritating. I've never heard of question for question thing but this isn't in my control. Let's leave that for now. Do you know why I am here and who I really am", she asked with her tone relaxed.

I hesitated before answering. I recalled having listened to such a relaxed voice somewhere. It reminded me of a certain voice note I listened one time Clane forgot his phone and went to work. He had woken up late that day since he had forgotten to set his alarm the previous day after our normal fights. He had hurriedly left the room without changing into his official wear leaving his phone behind.

Due to my curiosity to know the hidden him, I had quickly slammed the door and locked the  it from inside and pounced on his phone like a hungry lion. There I had pressed on the first contact on his WhatsApp which was new and there the note went.

   "When your wife dies, a disent burial should be made and rituals performed according to your culture but what did you do?"

This note has been worrying me since that day but I have never bothered to ask him. I wanted to know this person and demand an explanation of the note but where could I have found her? I even forgot to transfer the note to my phone for some proper reference due to the fright I had. Here I was, relating this voice to the note.

   "For choosing I can't say I'm ready to choose any of them but as per knowing you, I think I do", I replied without thinking twice.

On hearing this, she began taking off her hoodie that I guess was unfit for her head due to the way she was struggling with it. This made my eyes travel to her already exposed flat tummy  that had a shiny pin at the naval making it more attractive. As she struggled with it, she produced some strange guffaws that frightened me a little but the other me gave me strength.

Once the hoodie was off her body, she untied her hair and shook her head allowing the black hair bounce on her shoulder like a tennis on a cemented floor. Her white crop top was somehow tight hugging her erect breasts like a booster bra. She then raised her head gracefully and stared into my eyes confidently making me praise her beauty from inside. The milk chocolate eyes that she possessed added her some extra beauty. An angel indeed.

    "You now know me right, Valu Mogaka Wanjala", she said with a smile.

Va what?! Is this really her. Why did Clane lie about her death and why is she here? Is she being accused of murder? Why is she this beautiful and slim yet her photos say otherwise?

I couldn't show my surprise but it was written all over my heart. It was beating my chest with vigour making my legs itchy to make a step but I couldn't try due to the slippery floor and how tired I was in addition to my throbbing and bandaged head.

   Wait don't they share the same surname with Glenda? My subconscious reminded.

     "Are you Glenda's..."  My question was interrupted by the same second police.

   "Clane is here to see the two of you".

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