Arrogant Student Slapped An Old Woman Unaware Who She Was Until This Happened…-hongtran

“She is always helping people.”
“Food appears when she comes.”
“My child’s fever stopped after she touched him.”
Jenny did not want praise.
She wanted peace.
Each act of kindness she performed felt like a small way of healing her own pain. But her quiet goodness became fuel for envy inside her own house.
Her aunt watched her with narrowed eyes. Each time someone greeted Jenny warmly on the road, the aunt felt something twist inside her chest. When a widow blessed Jenny publicly in the market square, her aunt’s face burned with shame and anger.
“Look at her,” she muttered to Fiona. “People praise her as if she is better than us.”
Fiona too had begun to notice the change. Once, Jenny used to beg for leftover food. Now she ate quietly at night and looked less afraid. Once villagers pitied her, now they respected her.
One evening, Fiona burst into the kitchen hut.
“Where did you get the money to give Mama Sola?” she demanded.
Jenny stirred the soup calmly.
“I just helped her.”
“Helped her with what? Empty hands?”
Jenny did not answer.
Fiona kicked the door in anger.
“You think you can hide things from me?”
Jenny lowered her eyes.
“I don’t want trouble.”
But trouble had already begun.
Her aunt’s suspicion became poison. She started counting her money every morning.
“Yesterday, I had 200 naira more than this,” she would say loudly. “Somebody is stealing from me.”
She searched Jenny’s pockets and bags.
“Open your wrapper.”
Jenny obeyed silently.
Each time she found nothing, her anger grew.
One afternoon, the aunt went to the market and heard women praising Jenny again.
“That girl is a blessing,” one woman said. “She helped my sick child.”
The aunt clenched her fists.
“So now she is a saint,” she muttered.
That night, she called Fiona into her room.
“We must know her secret,” she said.
“How?” Fiona asked.
The aunt thought for a long time.
“There is a man who can make tongues loose,” she said. “The native doctor.”
They went early the next morning, walking deep into the bush where the air smelled of rot and smoke. The hut of the native doctor stood alone, covered in animal skins and charms. Inside, bones hung from the roof. Herbs burned in a clay pot. The man’s eyes were yellow like a cat’s.
“My daughter hides something,” the aunt said. “I want to know what.”
The native doctor smiled slowly and took out a small talisman wrapped in red cloth.
“Put this in her food,” he said. “She will tell you everything.”
Fiona’s heartbeat quickened.
“Will it harm her?”
“No,” he replied. “It will only loosen her tongue.”
They thanked him and returned home.
That night, the aunt cooked soup and secretly dropped the talisman inside.
“Jenny, come and eat,” she called.
Jenny ate, unaware.
Soon her head felt light. Her tongue felt strange.
“Jenny?” Fiona asked sweetly. “Why do people thank you?”
Jenny laughed softly.
“Because I help them.”
“With what?”
“With the lamb,” she said.
Fiona’s eyes widened.
“The lamb?”
“It grants wishes.”
The aunt gasped.
“So that is your secret.”
Jenny suddenly realized what she had said. She covered her mouth.
“I didn’t want to say,” she whispered.
But it was too late.
That night, Fiona could not sleep. The thought of magic burned in her head.
“I will take it,” she whispered to herself.
Before dawn, Fiona crept into the kitchen hut and took the lamb.
Jenny woke and found only empty space.
Her heart broke.
She searched everywhere.
It was gone.
Her aunt smiled secretly.