A Dark Destiny

Chapter 24

Present day
Zambia

Narrator's P.O.V:

She sat upright in her bed with a gasp. She just had a terrible nightmare. Not only that, she fumbled by the bedside table, trying to find her phone in the dark, but couldn't find it. She knew she left it there.

Someone on the other side of the bed, stirred in their sleep upon hearing the ruckus and turned to look at the person fumbling in the dark.

"What the-?" a bed lamp light soon turned on as the person who had been woken switched it on. "Nicani kanshi? (What is wrong now?) What are you looking for? And in the early hours of the morning?"

She didn't answer at first until she realized that her phone isn't anywhere nearby. She turned to look at her husband beside her.

"Pepani (sorry)," she apologized. "I was looking for my phone, have you seen it?"

"Mm?" her husband can't believe this. "Who do you want to call at this time?"

"It's urgent," she said as she pushed the covers aside to get out of bed.

"Check your dressing table," her husband muttered as he dropped his head back onto the pillow. "That's where you left it last night."

In her black nightdress, she went to the dressing table and found her phone there like her husband said. She quickly took it and turned around to get her black sleeping gown at the foot of the bed. In her bare feet, she quickly went to the door and left the room. Her husband growled as he lifted his head to see the door left wide open. He muttered and slowly sat up.

"Yaba (Goodness)," he groaned. "Here we go again."

She walked down the quiet, dark hallway until she made a corner, entering a room. She flipped the switch and the lights went on in the living room. Likewise, she turned to her phone to make a call.

When she put the phone to her ear, the line on the other end didn't even ring as the automated phone system said the person she's trying to reach had their phone switched off.

"I told her not to be switching off her phone," she muttered angrily as she looked at her phone to make a call to someone else.

After finding the person's line, she called it. This time it went through. She only hoped that the person would answer.

She started to pace up and down, bypassing the glass table on the white and black zebra print carpet. Not only that, she didn't think of sitting on the black leather seats as with each minute that passed, her anxiety increased.

When the person on the other end didn't pick up either, she sucked her teeth and tried to call again when she realized that someone is in the room. She turned to find her husband there in his blue pyjamas, looking sleepy as ever. She now felt guilty for waking him up.

"Who are you trying to call?" he asked. "Don't tell me it's Diana."

"So?" Diana's mother asked. "I just want to know how she's doing?"

"At this time?" her husband approached her. "She's asleep. And you know she switches off her phone."

"I just want to know how she's doing."

"Didn't you talk to her a day before? If anything were to happen, your mother or Katy will let us know."

Diana's mother growled in frustration. She quickly went over to one of the chairs to sit, her head buried in her hands. Her husband came to join her.

"You don't understand," she said, dropping her hands to look at him. "I had another dream about her and this time it felt different."

He put his hand on her shoulder. "What could be so different about this one?" he asked.