“I think it’s yours” Temi said, not bothering to move an inch from his laying position
“I think so too… it’s Jen” Temi said as soon as she looked at the screen of the smartphone. Her husband raised a surprised brow, unconsciously checking the time on his wristwatch. Sliding her thumb across the screen, she raised the phone to her right ear
“Jennifer how are you?” she wasn’t expecting a call this late at night besides, Jen never calls because of the expensive rates. Her sixth sense told her something was wrong
“Hey mum. I’m fine. How are you guys over there?” the voice over the phone sounded on edge and nervous
“We’re fine… is everything alright? You never call this late. Is everything okay at home?” Temi sat upright and rested on the backrest of the bed.
“Well, everything is relatively fine. Don’t worry mum, the house is not on fire. I just miss you, that’s all. How’s the sick sister? Is she recovering well?” Jen was trying to hide something and Temi could sense it.
“Sarah is fine. Almost all better. What about you? Is everything okay at school?”
“Mum I’m fine. When would you be back?”
“We booked our flights for next week Tuesday. Debra’s funeral is on Monday. What’s happening?” Temi knew for sure something was not right. Jen loved her privacy and freedom and was content with their absence even though she wouldn’t admit it. Jen asking when they would be back meant something was amiss.