CHAPTER 8
*INSERT 8*I walk out with a backpack and get inside the car, at the back.
Phila: You're done?
Me: Yes you can drive, I need to get back before afternoon tomorrow.
He just decides to ignore me.
Me: Menke come here.
Haaa she too just decides to look at me and focus back at the steering wheel.
Since her father is the one driving.
She's sitting on his lap, enjoying.
It's not even allowed to drive with a child sitting on top of you.
I hope we don't get arrested.
I take out my phone as I hear a notification.
I smile calling her.
Me: Hey, I got the notification and I see it's done when are you coming this side?
... In a week but I'll tell you first so you can fetch me, things are not looking good this side.
Me: What's going on he's still not found?
...Yes, mom is not coping at all.
Me: But she always knew he will do this one day, he has always went back to his ways.
...That's true, I'll pack a few things and come, I also need my own space. This woman is always on my case as if I'm not working.
Me: She must get a grip of herself, she can't always expect you to give her money every friday, there's a lot you need.
...You're right I should go look for an apartment.
Me: I'll help you look.
...Thank you.
Me: Bye.
I hang up and put back my phone in the backpack.
He parks the car outside this beautiful house and we get out.
Phila: Ishmael go inform Tilo about Mazibuko he'll know what to do and tell him I'll take it from where he leaves it.
Ishmael: Sure.
He gets inside the car and drives off.
We head inside the house, It's simple yet beautiful.
Phila: I have only one bedroom and bed so we'll both use it.
The look I give him.
He must think I'm that crazy to agreeing to such.
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