The Mysterious Prince

22. The phone call

22.

𝕬𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝕯𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎

I've really been feeling down lately. If I'm not too tired I'm just not interested in anything. It's Monday and I have to go to work,duty calls. I hate Mondays and to hell with whoever created them. I push myself out of the bed straight to the bathroom. My locs look like a mess but I'll guess I'll just tie them into a ponytail. That's the best laziest choice.

After getting ready in my cream colored suit I walk downstairs to my sister chatting a storm with the twins and Asenathi. I never in my wildest dreams imagined Angie being a mother. She was always the wild child,wilder than me. She never liked anything that held her down or tied her down but being a mother suits her. It takes out the good qualities in her and I'll be damned to let Nathan break my sister's heart. It's okay if he doesn't love her,he's not the only man available on this earth anyway. I wish he could at least be reasonable and allow my sister to co-parent with him. I know that's what Angie wants. She loves her children too much to rob them of having a father.

"Are you just going to stand there or come to have breakfast?" Angie snaps me out of my trance. I realize that I've been standing at the same spot on the stairs. I descend the stairs and join everyone on the table. When I say everyone I'm referring to Angie and my adorable three nieces. I guess my parents and Christopher left.

"Morning aunt's angels." I grab a toast and a glass of juice. Coffee smells weird for me nowadays.

"Morning auntie Addy." Only my chatterbox niece replies.

"Why aren't you having coffee? I made it just as you like it." Angie looks at me in surprise. Haibo? Is it a crime to crave a different thing some mornings?

"I'm not feeling it." I munch on the toast. My phone rings in the process. I place back the half eaten toast on my plate as I pick up my phone. I answer the unknown international phone call.

"Adelaide Dlamini speaking?" Angie gives me a look at the professional phone call greeting but I just shrug her.

"Gemstone?" I almost choke on the piece of toast I was chewing in my mouth. Only one person calls me that but this is not his voice.

"Who's Gemstone and who am I speaking to?"

"I'm Qhawe's little sister." Little sister? I only know of his brother.

"What do you want?" At the mention of his name my attitude changes. I'm irritated.

"I need you to save my brother. Qhawe is sick. He's on a deathbed and he can die anytime. He wants to see you,at least for the last time. Please come..." Her voice sounds teary at the end. The revelation weighs heavy on me. Qhawe is sick? From what and for how long?

"So what should I do? I'm not a doctor I'm a lawyer." My voice sounds composed by my heart is beating rapidly and my mind is overthinking.

"I know but he wants to see you. Please don't let him die without meeting him once at least. Take it as his last wish." This girl has guts. Haibo? Whose last wish? So should I feel guilty if Qhawe dies without me meeting him? He abandoned me and chose his priorities why should I feel sorry for him?

"He could die for all I care." I'm about to hang up when the girl stops me.

"Wait...I'll send you his picture and a plane ticket." Before I could get anything out the girl has already hung up. I place the phone down and click my tongue. I just lost my appetite.

"What's wrong?" Picking my changed mood Angie ask.

"That was Qhawe's little sister. Apparently he's dying." I tell her. She also look shocked.

"What? What's wrong with him?" She sounds concerned though. Qhawe is an enemy. We don't feel sorry for him.

"I don't know and I don't care."

"Are you sure? Would you rejoice if he dies?" I give her a glare.

"Of course I won't. I don't wish death upon him but I also don't care about his health. Whose side are you on?" She's my sister and she should side with me.

"I'm on the logical side and right now you're letting your emotions control you." She stands up and start to clear the table. The kids are done eating and they are following Asenathi outside. It's so easy to get along when you're kids.

While Angie is at the kitchen,my phone pings with a notification. It's a WhatsApp text from an unknown number,again. I click on the text and it's indeed a picture of Qhawe. He's lying on a bed and only his face and legs are visible as he has been covered with a blanket on his middle body. In short he looks like a corpse. Whoever that girl was she was not lying,Qhawe is dying. I feel my eyes watering. I can't believe I'm crying for him.

My tears wet my phone as I type 'What's wrong with him?'

"What's wrong?" Angie ask upon seeing me silently crying. I didn't mean to cry but I'm just so not in control with my feelings nowadays.

Instead of replying her I pass her the phone and she gasp when she stares at the picture.

"He's really sick Addy. Look at how skinny he looks. We need to call his little sister." I'm just going with everything she saying. She knows better after all. I hear the phone ringing before it's answered.

"I get it you saw the picture. I could never lie about something like that. I've sent you a plane ticket to London which leaves at 13h00 from OR Tambo International Airport. I'll answer all your questions once you get here. Don't waste time." She hangs up. Angie places the phone down on the table.

"Are you going?" Is she the one asking me that?

"You just told me that I need to be logical a second ago. What do logical people do?" She smiles.

"You need to pack then. Don't forget to inform your boss." She gives me a thumb up as I stand up and head upstairs.

"Go get your man!" She yells behind me. He's not my man. I just happen to care about him.

A/N: Did you miss me?