Chapter Seventeen

Ike's pov

The Saturday was very sunny and the temperature was very hot, but Ike still wanted to relax and unwind the week. He was sitting on his favourite chair in the parlour and just when he was about to close his eyes he heard a voice calling his namekm, knowing exactly who was calling him he said

“What is it moma?” He normally calls the cook moma, especially when he does not want to call her by her name.

“It's your wife,” Mrs Okonkwo said, “She is in my kitchen cooking”

“It is also her kitchen,” Ike said, he knew how much his cook hates anyone doing the cooking but her. “She is the madam of this house,'' Ike added.

“Well, I am the madam of the kitchen. She never liked cooking before What changed?” Mrs Okonkwo said confused, “get her out of my kitchen”

She was right, his wife hated the kitchen, but ever since the plane incident, Joy has been to the kitchen more than once.

“Okay alright, let me go and talk to her” Ike said as he walked to the kitchen. He wondered why she was in the