The Mysterious Prince

38. Life goes on

38.

𝕬𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝕯𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎

Problems never rain with my family, they pour. The first time Asenathi saw Asante, she just ignored her and asked me about the baby. No matter how much Asante tries to reconcile with her daughter she just ignores her. I don't know if she's angry or because she doesn't want to acknowledge her as her mother.

As for Angie, her twins were supposed to land two days ago but now Nathan is ignoring her calls. My sister is so stressed because knowing Nathan, he may never even return the kids and I don't know how to help her this time. Well as for me, I have problems with my baby daddy. He's ignoring me like a plague and I miss him so much. I can't do this parenting thing without him. I've decided to move out soon and go to my house. I'll hire a nanny. The energy in this house it's just very depressing.

I walk downstairs to make some rooibos tea. I'm not a tea lover but since I'm breastfeeding I need to drink tea a lot because it helps me produce milk.

"Where's Azibo? Is he asleep?" Asante who's sitting down on the couch watching TV asks me. She can't walk probably but my parents have hired a physiotherapist for her. They are not getting along but we have dinner as families without fighting and that's something. We are all waiting for an explanation from Asante but she's so living in her world that she's just ignorant.

I feel like she needs to see someone like a psychologist or something. She's been through a lot and she needs to speak out. I know I'm not the one to talk about psychologists when I couldn't even get over a man but she's been through a lot. She's no longer lively and only talks about things she thinks we want to hear. She was always in her room most of the time speaking with Nkosinathi on the phone and she would breakdown every time, or every time I eavesdropped on her.

"Yup. He's finally asleep. Who knew that a week-old baby could tire me like this? But at least he doesn't cry a lot." Before I could proceed walking to the kitchen, my mother came out carrying a tray with a tea set.

"Don't worry young mom. I made tea for you." She places the tray on the table and sits down. I also sit next to Asante who removes her feet from the couch and puts them down. Mom pours tea for all of us and hands it to us.

"This is a first." I look at her strangely as I sip on my tea.

"Haibo? Can't a mother make tea for her daughters?" She smiles nonchalantly.

"Not you, Mom," Asante says chuckling.

"Okay fine, I just want to bond with you. I miss you guys. You are my world and we used to be close. I need that relationship back." She's right but before she gets carried away, I need to tell her about my plans to move out.

"Mom, I want to leave."

"And go where?"

"Go back to my house. I can't stay here."

"Why Addy? This is my first time helping any of my daughters with their child. Asante used to stay at her house, Angie never let me be there in her children's lives and you want to leave me? Why are you children doing this to me." Her voice sounds hurt. I hate hating my mom but I need to choose my husband. I'm a married girlfriend.

"Mom, Qhawe wants his baby. He has every right over this baby." She needs to understand my reasons. How long should I stay here? For three months that the baby grows and even knows how to smile without his dad seeing him? He needs to partake in the everyday life of Azibo.

"He hasn't married you." She shrugs. Oops, she doesn't know. We are going to send my mom to an early grave, aren't we?

"Mom, there's something I need to tell you..." I tread carefully so I don't offend her.

"Tell me what? That you're married to that snake? Angie told me. I'm so disappointed in you. It was already enough that you slept with him but married him? You're not going anywhere, Addy. I don't wanna lose you." Firstly Angie is such a hypocrite. When did she start playing for the Mom's team?

"I love him and he's not going to do anything to me. I'm moving out tomorrow." My word is final. She'll deal with it.

My phone rings and I pick it up from the couch next to me. It's Mrs Dalindyebo. The last time we spoke was last year when she told me I was suspended.

"Hello, ma'am." My curious mother side eyes me.

"Hey, Adelaide. I hope you're good. I was wondering when you'll resume work. Your suspension period ended a week ago and I've emailed you." I last saw my emails a few months ago.

"I'm sorry I couldn't find the opportunity to check them and even if I wanted to come back, I couldn't." I don't see myself going back to work anytime soon.

"Why is that? Did you find employment somewhere else?"

"No ma'am, I gave birth a week ago." Not even my friends know. Azibo is a secret baby shame.

"Stop playing around." Of course, she wouldn't believe me. I left the firm with the flattest of stomachs.

"Wait..." I pause the call and go to my WhatsApp to check Mrs Dalindyebo's number. I forward her a picture of Azibo wearing a jumpsuit that reads 'Adelaide's Azibo'. It's a set I had asked to be handmade for him before he was born and I think he looks adorable in it.

"Adelaide? Are you being real? When?" You could hear the shock in her voice.

"Last week, Ma. I also didn't know until I was about to give birth. What a one hell of a cryptic pregnancy." I chuckle in disbelief. Sometimes I pinch myself because I don't believe I'm a mother.

"Congratulations my girl. I'll give you three months of maternity leave and take care of that baby for me. I'll send a present." She's a sweet lady when she wants to.

"I will Ma. Thank you." I hang up on her. It's not rude, she bid her goodbyes.

"Was that your boss?" Mom asks. She knows Mrs Dalindyebo. They play tennis together as a few of the successful and rich women in the province.

"Yes. She congratulated me on having a baby. She couldn't believe it. I think it's time the world knows that I have a baby." My followers need to be updated on what's going on with me. I haven't been posting in a month.

"Please don't show his face. He's still young." My mom says and of course I'm not going to share his face. I was not planning to. I'll show off his little hands and feet but the message will reach. This girl is a mother.