CHAPTER 5
*INSERT 5*PHILA.
I arrive at the rented house; jet lag is killing me, but I can't afford to waste any more time.
I take a quick shower, apply lotion, and put on jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers.
He knocks before throwing himself inside.
Ishmael: She just got home from university.
Me: So we ca…
I'm interrupted by my phone ringing. I look at the caller ID before answering.
Me: Lydia.
Lydia: You left, and you didn't bother telling me?
I sigh and signal to Ishmael that we can go.
He walks out after nodding, and I follow behind, going to where the car is parked.
Me: I didn't think it was necessary to tell you. Remember, you like leaving without telling me? I'm just simply following in your footsteps.
I say as I get in the driver's seat and Ishmael gets in the passenger seat.
Lydia: But babe, you should have at least told me.
Me: What difference would it have made? I was still going to leave either way, and now you know I'm not there.
She just wants me there so I can be her emotional support just because she got dumped.
Ishmael puts the address into the GPS.
Me: Well, you can go ahead and have it without me, honey. I'll see you when I get back.
Lyida: Phila!
She screams over the phone, and I drop it, putting it on the dashboard.
Me: Never, ever get married.
Ishmael: Don't say that; your wife is just the worst of all women.
I chuckle, driving off.
Me: She thinks I'm blind to see what she has been doing behind my back.
Ishmael: She should know nothing can pass you just like that; you'll always find out.
I chuckle.
Ishmael: I'd hate to think what you will do to her.
Me: Why do you think I'm going to do something to her? You just love giving me too much credit.
He laughs.
And I know he's just mocking me.
I drive in since the gate is open, and I park my car before we head to the door.
I knock, and an older woman opens the door.
Mamdudu: Hello, how can I help you?
Me: Hello ma. I'm here for the owner of the house.
She looks at me and Ishmael; you can see she doesn't trust us.
Me: Please.
Mamdudu: Okay, wait here.
She closes the door. A minute later, it opens, and it's her with my replica.
I almost tear up, but I can't afford to be weak.
I clear my throat.
Me: Hey.
She stares at me and I can't really say what she's thinking.
Boikanyo: I… you're late.
I sigh.
Me: I didn't know; I found out yesterday.
Boikanyo: Mhm, come in.
We follow behind her to the dining room, and we get seated.
Boikanyo: Can I make food first?
Ishmael: Yes, please.
He quickly answers making her laugh.
Mamdudu: Since you're the first to answer, come help me in the kitchen.
He frowns, making me chuckle.
But he goes anyway.
Me: So, what's her name?
Boikanyo: Tsholofelo.
She looks at her, thinking she's calling her name.
Boikanyo: Menke that's your father go greet him.
She turns to look at me blinking.
She finally walks to me slowly.
I pick her up putting her on my lap, she looks like her mother but she's a replica of me.
Me: Tsholofelo.
Tsholofelo: Papa.
I get all emotional.
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