German Rendezvous

Liebe - 35

"People fall into love, but they have to climb out." ~ Ernest Hemingway

Antonella.

"This is quite a beautiful view..." I said in awe looking at the view from Grace Swanepool's twenty third floor apartment. After Lukas dropped me off, blushing at the thought. I took a bath at the Steenkamp mansion, i promised Anwar and my two best friends that I would give them answers as soon as i came back from this breakfast. My father picked me up and here I am conversing in this conversation.

"Oh. Thank you Antonella." She smiled as she laid her head on my father's chest. My father was genuinely happy with her and I was happy too.

"So please tell me some embarrassing college stories about Mr. Le roux..." I grinned at my father.

"No no Grace don't tell her. The teasing won't ever stop." He chuckled making Grace giggle. "It will be our own little secret and we should include Antonella." She smiled pushing her blonde hair back.

"Well your father was always shy." She smiled swallowing nostalgia. I couldn't help but feel all giddy hearing about my father.

"I was just quiet not shy." He grimaced.

"You were shy." Grace argued. They made such a cute couple and my father seemed happy.

"So when did you guys meet...?" I asked sipping on my grape juice, we were having breakfast on the balcony.

"Well she was my first girl friend." He said looking at her reaction, she suddenly raised her head and said "But you told me I wasn't."

"Yes, I didn't want you thinking I was a Nerd." He mumbled.

I held back laughter. "But pa you are a Nerd. "

Grace and I laughed hysterically at my father's reaction maybe this was my chance at having a proper family ; I thought. She told me more stories about my father but most of the time it consisted of them arguing about the actual events. It was cute...my phone beeped signaling a text. I blushed reading it.

Your love Lukas 💜 : I miss you so much and it's only been like four hours, feels like forever.

Me : i miss you more.

Your love Lukas 💜 : Ich liebe dich.

Me : Ek het lief vir jou

Your love Lukas 💜 : I love you more.

Me : I love you to the moon and back.

Your love Lukas 💜 : I love you more liebe . More than you think

I didn't have Lukas number so he obviously saved it himself then I suddenly remembered the pill...How could I be so reckless. I helped Grace clear the table, on our way to the kitchen. I had to put my pride aside.

"Uhm Grace.." I felt uncomfortable calling her by her name. She turned back to face me.

"Yes dear ?" She looked concerned.

"Uhm do you have Uhm...." I couldn't say it, this was so embarrassing.

"Talk to me dear.." she laid her and on my shoulder. I sighed this is now or never.

"Do-you-have-morning-after-pills?" I said as fast as I could in a hushed voice, my father would kill me if he heard this.

"Oh dear...yes ofcause." She pleasantly smiled.

"Please don't tell my father..."

"Tell me what ?" My father came in the kitchen.

"Uhm she needs some female-" My father cut her off.

"Oh Nella but you have always asked me." My father frowned. It's true my father was always the one who took care of my needs, buying of pads not tampons he wouldn't let me wear them. He said he didn't want me to hurt myself.

"Yes pa but you don't have them right now do you ?" I was quick to answer.

"Follow me Antonella. .." Grace pulled me with her. I was great ful she didn't say anything. Her apartment was beautiful and modern stylish, she loved art...you could see with all the paintings. The thought of her having after morning pills made me wonder if she was having sex with my father...so disgusting. I thought.

But with Lukas it's not ? My subconscious mocked me.

She looked inside her walk in closet taking her toiletry bag in hand handing me a packet.

"Oh my God. Thank you Grace." I smiled taking one immediately.

"No problem, So who's the lucky guy ?" She wiggled her eyebrows, I couldn't help it.

"Lukas." I whispered.

"Lukas, Lukas Rieger wasn't it his engagement yesterday."

I blushed as she looked at me all shocked.

"Young love, i get it." She pulled me into a hug.

"Your father went through the same thing with Tsholo." My heart skipped a beat as I pulled back actually my heart shattered. Is it who I think it is ?

"Who's Tsholo ?" I asked confused.

"Oh God. He hasn't told you yet. I'm sorry Antonella." She said her eyes full of regret.

"I won't say anything please just tell me who she is ?"

"Please.." i begged my eyes becoming blurry.

"Tsholo is your mother." She said in a soft whisper, i didn't know why but a tear escaped my left eye then my right eye then my left eye.

My mother's name is Tsholo.

"What's her full name ?" I asked curiosity killing me to ask as much as i could.

"Tsholofelo Mofokeng" She said pulling me into a hug.

"Tsholofelo Mofokeng..." I said it from my own mouth, it sounded so foreign but I had classmates who had this name but I never thought that was my own mother's name. Tsholofelo means Hope in the language sotho, i knew this because I once did Sesotho as an additional language before I changed it to Afrikaans. My father didn't approve of me doing it as a subject now I know why ?

I couldn't hold back the tears, in all my existence I had not heard my mother's name and today when I least expected it. I did.

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Poor Antonella 😪🎈