Scarlett Ngcobo

Chapter 3

I've just arrived home but it looks like no one is here, only mom's car is in the garage. I went to the fruit basket to grab a banana and a note caught my eye it was in the fruit basket.

Hey honey, don't be alarmed your dad took me out for dinner, cook something for yourself or just order in.

Must be nice to have a husband. Well cooking is definitely not my speciality but I'm not a bad cook, I just don't like cooking. I went to my room had a quick shower, wore some sweat pants and a vest than went back to the kitchen to make a light meal. Made some spaghetti and added last night's chicken and I was done. Had a glass of wine with my dinner and went to bed afterwards. As soon as I got into bed I immediately fell asleep.
It's 03h00 in the morning and someone decides to call me. Humans really have no shame at all!

“Hello”
“Hi Scarlett”
I immediately got out of bed after recognising the voice.
“Scarlett, are you there?”
I can hear him speaking but I'm just frozen. Why is he calling me?
“What do you want?” I asked him.
“I'm sorry for calling you at this time but I just wanted to hear your voice.”
The devil is really testing me!
“So you decide to crawl out from whatever hole you were hiding in, only to call because you want to hear my voice?” Khanyi
“Scar, I know you hate me but I really loved you, I still do.” Zayn
“Don't ever call me again.” then I hung up!

Can anyone tell me what I'm doing wrong. Why the hell would Zayn decide to call me out of the blue? Don't I deserve some peace? He broke my heart, nearly drove me to insanity then he has the guts to call me because he missed my voice and still loves me. If Zayn thinks he can waltz back into my life, he must be mistaken because it's not happening.
What a wonderful way to start my morning.
I couldn't go back to sleep after that call I went downstairs to drink a glass of milk thinking it would somehow help but it didn't, whoever said “a glass of milk helps one sleep easily”, lied! I just sat there looking into space deep in thought.

*Flashback*

“Scar, I hope you are not peeping?” Zayn
“ Come on babe, I can't see anything I'm being honest (giggling).” Khanyi
“Okay I'm going to count until three than you can remove the scarf.” Zayn
One, two, three!
I impatiently removed the scarf, and I was already a crying mess. I couldn't believe my eyes, it was all romantic especially for my 17 year old self.
“Baby! This is just wow. You shouldn't have.” Khanyi
“Why should I not spoil you? Today my girl turns 17. I just had to. Plus it's nothing fancy just a romantic picnic.” Zayn.
“Thank you sooo much my love. This is perfect.”
Today I turn 17 and my man decide to spoil me. I'm over the moon right now. Zayn is just the perfect boyfriend a girl could ask for.
*End of Flashback*

I felt like I couldn't breathe I quickly went to the door, unlocked it and tried my level best to breathe as I stood outside. After what felt like forever, I managed to calm myself down then went back in the house. I went back to my room and just sat in the dark, trying to figure out why in the devil's party would Zayn call me. We had no unfinished business, so why is he calling me?
I don't remember when I fell asleep, but right now this alarm is five seconds away from being smashed. I feel like a zombie, well to be honest I don't know how zombies feel but they definitely feel like me right now. I sat in bed for a good five minutes trying to figure out whether I should call in sick at work or stay in bed and feel sorry for myself. After that little debate, I went to the bathroom and took a shower. The water was very hot, exactly what I needed after that disturbing phone call from the devil's first born. Hot showers always does the job but today, I still felt exhausted, which means my day is going to be a long one.
It was a bit chilly today, so I wore stockings with a grey dress that reached below the knee with boots and a coat. Atleast I looked cute, thank God my hair was in braids. I went and joined my parents for breakfast downstairs.
“Good morning lovebirds.”
“This is a first, you being up without me making screaming my lungs out at your door.” Mom
“Good morning, ntombi kaBaba.”
Look at me smiling like a little girl.
“Unjani Baba ka Khanyi?”
“Ngiyaphila Ntombi yam.”
“Can I have scrambled eggs with toasted bread please.”
“Since when do you have anything besides a smoothie or oats for breakfast?” Mom
“Hawu Mkami!”
“I'm just surprised, Ngcobo.” Mom
“Are you okay baby, you don't look well?”
I really hoped dad wouldn't notice anything. Me and my dad are very close, so I'm not surprised that he noticed that I'm not okay but I had hoped that just this once he wouldn't notice anything.
“I'm okay, just didn't sleep well last night.” Khanyi

Immediately after breakfast I left for work, but remembered that I didn't have much clients today so I met with a friend of mine at a coffee shop. Just after ordering, she had to rush back to work for an emergency, so I just sat there and enjoyed my coffee. As I was sitting enjoying my coffee and vanilla muffins, a certain gentleman walked in, and I couldn't help but stare. Wow! Some parents have good genes.

It's been two hours since I've been at work, the distraction was good, I haven't snapped at anyone so that's a good sign. As I was preparing for my next client, my phone beeped and it was a message from an unknown number;

Hey Scar, I'm sorry if I freaked you out this morning but I really miss you and I would like for us to meet and talk. I know I did you wrong but please give me a second chance to prove myself to you. I really miss us Scar, I really do.
-Zayn

I kept reading that message over and over again. He really has no timing, here I am faking a smile in front of my client while Zayn's message left me feeling all kinds of weird and angry.
I kept on typing incorrect words as my client told me what she wanted and how her financials are. Kieran had to even step in and help me out before I made a bigger fool of myself.
I don't need this honestly, I really love my job, Zayn can't have so much power over my life.
I went to the restroom to catch a breather. My chest kept on closing in on me, I can't be having a panic attack right now, it's been a while since I had one. Someone kept on knocking on the door, but I couldn't reply.
“Khanyi are you okay in there?” Kele
I took in a deep breath than I replied.
“I'm good, I'll come out just now.”
I thought by the time I came out, Kele would be gone but there she was sitting on the bin. I really don't want to talk about my problems just yet. I only met Kele here and we clicked immediately but we have not known each other for that long for me to trust her with this burden.
“You good babe?” Kele
“Yeah, I'm good.”
“You do know that if you want to vent to someone I'm here right? Yes we might not have known each other for that long but I'm here if you need an ear.”
She left after that, and I just stood there looking at myself in the mirror. Damn you Zayn Pretorius!
I went back to my cubicle but before I sat down Lutendo called me to his office. I hope his not going to bite my head off. I went in and sat down.
“Ms Ngcobo is everything okay?” Lutendo
I hate lying but I have to now.
“No sir, I think I'm catching a cold and it's almost that time of the month so..”
He interrupted me before I could even finish.
“I hope this won't happen again Ms Ngcobo, you can the day off and go see the doctor. Come back tomorrow all better understood?” Him
“I'll do exactly that sir, thank you for understanding.”

Thank God I didn't get a warning. I gave Kele my client's information that was already on her way and rescheduled with my other clients.
I drove home as soon as I left the office. I went to my room, changed into something comfortable and went to bed to sleep. After two hours of sleeping I decided to cook something for supper. I had Beyonce ‘dance for you’ blasting in the speakers and moved my little ass and sang along to the song as I moped. I made some dumplings with chicken stew, as I was finishing off my stew dad walked in...
“Hmmm, it smells like home in here. What are you cooking?” Dad
“Dumplings with chicken stew.”
“Sinuka kamnandi istew ntombi.”
“I hope it tastes just as it smells.”
I switched the stove off and went to have a quick shower, before setting the table. Mom arrived as I was setting the table and as usual she was shocked that I cooked. We made small talks as we ate then I went to bed since my parents offered to clean up. In my room I opened Zayn's message and read it again;

Hey Scar, I'm sorry if I freaked you out this morning but I really miss you and I would like for us to meet and talk. I know I did you wrong but please give me a second chance to prove myself to you. I really miss us Scar, I really do.
-Zayn