#AMAHLE
The drive to Mthatha was a very nice one. Iya was sleeping but the twins kept me company, they were telling me all sorts of stories about school and everything else I missed in their lives in the few hours we were apart. Mom called asking my whereabouts and I told her we had just left Kokstad of which we stopped at Wimpy and had a late lunch and got back on the road. While driving I was driving my phone rang and Iya who was now awake answered it
//Her: Mommy's phone hello
Person:.....
Her: ok hold on
Her: mommy it's for you
Me: who is it?
Her: she just said can she talk to you
I took the phone from her.
Me: Amahle speaking how may I help you?
Person: why so formal?
I checked the screen and the number was private but the voice sounded like that of woman.
Me: excuse me who's this?
Her: Don't tell me you've forgotten me already.
Me: I wouldn't be asking If I knew
Her: its Cecilia... remember me?
Of cause it could only be her
Me: oh you. What do you want?
Her: now that's not a nice way to speak to someone you haven't seen in ages
Me: you and I were never friends so I can speak however I like with you
Her: you so rude. I don't know what Damon sees in you
Me: Cecilia what do you want?
Her: nothing. I just miss you that's all
Me: I'm flattered
Her: I'm sure you are. You made a mistake Mrs Bess
Me: with?
Her: Mr Mathabo. He is not someone you want to mess with
Me: and you would know
Her: call me when you back in Durban. You and I need to have a little chat Mrs Bess
Me: yeah right. Bye Cecilia
Her: Amahle if you want to keep your family safe, you will meet with me when you back
Me: why do you care Cecilia?
Her: believe it or not I care about your family
Me: why?
Her: just meet up with me when you back please!
Me: bye Cecilia. //
I dropped the call and placed my phone on the cup holder between Yana and I's seats.
Her: mummy who was that?
Me: nobody important baby
Her: ok mummy.
I looked at the twins in the rear view mirror.
Me: so Melo you were saying
Him: oh yeah as I was saying today this girl in class said she has two mothers
Me: oh... that's nice
Ase: she says she doesn't have a father. Her mothers are married to each other mom
Was I really about to have this conversation with my 5 year olds... I wasn't ready to teach my kids about lesbians and gays. They are way too young to be learning about this. Iyana looked at me and started laughing
YOU ARE READING
Amahle's Diary 4
General FictionThe story skips to three years later. What new challenges await the Besses? Will they make it this time around? Is their love strong enough?
