A smile was tugged on her lips, with her hands on her hips she was beaming with happiness.
" You know, we could have made someone clean the house instead of you," Naarah said
Mina rolled her eyes at her.
" Nonsense, I don't know what they were going to use to clean this place. After all, cleaning the house myself has turned into a hobby."
She said walking barefoot. With swollen feet, she couldn't fit into any shoes and she's always at home so it was best to just walk around barefoot. Before she could sit on the sofa, they heard cars driving into the house.
" Are we expecting someone?" Mina asked Naarah with a raised brow.
"Yeah, my cousin."
" Your cousin? And you're telling me this now." Mina exclaimed.
She glanced down at herself- bare feet, wrinkled dress, hair clinging to her forehead. She looked like the chaos she felt.
"I'm going to kill you." she threatened.
Naarah's eyes widened, and she got up from the sofa abruptly.
She wasn't ready to mess with a pregnant lady. Mina had threatened her several times and she had acted upon them a few times.
Like the last time she by mistake poured coffee on her new rug in the living room. Mina was busy trying a new recipe. When she heard she had spilt the coffee on her rug, she rushed out with a knife. She had a murderous look on. She was ready to murder. With enough convincing, she took the knife from her and replaced the rug. She swore from that day she wasn't going to mess with pregnant women and now this?
Naarah was crazy but not as crazy as the pregnant Mina.
" Relax, we can fix you," she suggested.
Mina rolled her eyes at her,
" I don't need to be fixed. After all, he probably came to ask you for something." Mina said in a low tone.
She had been declining Aaron's calls since the last incident when she called him. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, trying to hold back her tears.
"Damn hormones," she cussed
She looked at Naarah before saying;
"I'll be in my room."
Before she could make it to the stairs, she froze when a familiar voice called her. She refused to look back, trying not to cry. She looks distressed and she wasn't ready to face him.
" Princess?" Aaron called out to her.
He was desperate for her to look at him. He had waited in the car expecting her to greet him but she didn't come out. He shot Naarah a cold look;
" Why is she not wearing any footwear?"
" Are you blind, Can't you see her swollen feet?" Naarah snapped.
Before he could look at her, he heard her bedroom door slamming against the wall.
He clenched his jaw before his hand slipped into his hair.
Fuck Amanda and her past. He needed to make things right with his princess. He can't afford to lose his girl.
" What the hell is that bitch doing in my house?" Naarah yelled
Aaron turned to look at Amamda and Naarah. He forgot about Amanda.
She wanted to come along, even though he refused, she somehow followed him.
" I will book a room for her in a hotel," Aaron said.
He can't have these ladies in the house and he could sense Mina's insecurity.
" Aaron?" Amada called to him.
She looked at him with puppy eyes, she wanted to be closer to him.
"Aren't you scared of living in the same house as me? " Naarah asked, with her arms crossed