Part #5
                        I smile at my arranged clothes in the.... I forgot how to call it.  Finally the room belongs to me now. I look at all the heap of clothes I removed from the.... the wardrobe. His clothes are gone now. With satisfaction I look at his dumped clothes on the floor. Tit for tat. He dumped my clothes first and then I did the same to his. I know my clothes are way below the standards but I mean they should be given a little bit of respect I remember toiling for those clothes. I have worked in that garage just for these clothes. I won't let anyone just toss my hard work like that. I  walk out of the room heading to the kitchen. I enter the kitchen. Mrs. Murungi is busy making breakfast.
                   " Are you okay? I mean after yesterday....
                   " Yes I am okay." I cut her off. I see the worry on her face replaced by relief. She smiles.
                   " Thank you." I say.
                   " No it's nothing....
                   " Village girl." He suddenly shouts from upstairs. Mrs. Murungi looks at me. I sigh and walk upstairs and enter the room. He is standing near his clothes fists clenched. I close the door behind me.
                   " It is not my fault.......
                   " Why did you do this?" He chews on every word.
                  " It's not my fault okay. You found my clothes there first and you dropped them on the floor.....
                  " You.... you will be the reason I will hit a...