MaLuke

Chapter 30

"You're dad's here?" Meghan almost shouted. I nodded to her. He was at the airport and waiting for me. Oh shit.

"I'm going to go the airport." I spoke quickly. "You girls, clean the house, and you boys, scram!" I speed walked to the shoe drawer and pulled out a green pair of vans. Pulling them on -without any socks- I ran out of the door, grabbing my keys on the counter. I took the elevator down, waiting impatiently as it stopped on several floors to pick up some other tenants.

Reaching the basement floor, I ran over to the bugatti. Starting the engine, I pulled out of the underground lot in record time, not stopping to check out with the guard. At five in the afternoon, on a Monday, traffic was on big-time. I pulled into an empty street and turned on my GPS. Scanning all the traffic free roads, I chose the shortest one to the airport. Starting the car again, I pulled onto the road and took the interwoven streets to reach the airport, not once touching the brakes.

I arrived at the International airport at about twenty five minutes later. I knew dad would be In one of the coffee shops, using the free WiFi to check his emails. I parked the car and got out, taking out my other phone. The large tablet. I missed my substitute phone.

I sent dad a text.

'Where are you?'

He replied thirty seconds later.

'At a small coffee shop on the ground level.'

I opened the door again and tossed the phone inside, it wasn't very ideal to hand carry it around in crowded places. I locked the doors and strutted into the terminal,

The crowd was spilling out of the terminal, which made it harder to get in. I eventually made it to the right small coffee shop, after going to three other wrong ones. I spotted my dad chilling out near the far wall, drinking a cup of cappuccinoo. I didn't bother calling to him, as the shop itself was crowded. So I simply waded through the people, and perched on the chair opposite my dad. He looked up from the paper and a smile perched on his face.

"Khaimon." He greeted happily. "It's so good to see you." He put down the paper and his phone and stood to give me a hug. I hugged him back, and a couple of tears made their way to my eyes.

"Don't cry Khai," Dad said as he wiped away one of my tears that had fallen loose. I wiped my eyes hastily. "We all missed you too." I nodded, not trusting my voice to be steady and not crack. "Come on, let's go."

I picked up dad's small suitcase, and he picked up his briefcase. We squished through the crowds again as we made our way back to the revolving doors. Ignoring them, we took the double doors.

"Thanks dad." I said as we walked to my car.

"For what?"

"For everything." And I meant every word. He smiled at me as I pulled out the keys from my jeans.

"Nice car." Dad commented. I smiled sheepishly and unlocked the doors. "Can I drive?"

"No can do." I winked at my dad as I slipped into the driver seat. Bad thing about a bugatti: It doesn't have a trunk! Not much inside space either. So that's how dad was the one that drove. My dad is quite well build, and has a pot-belly, which means, he couldn't seat on the off-side with his luggage.

We arrived at the apartment at almost nightfall. Dad took the trafficked roads, making us wait forever. I didn't mind though, it gave us some time to do some catching up. Mom sent her love and hugs to me, which warmed the cockles of my heart.

"Hey uncle." Meghan cheered as she opened the door to my dad and I. She gave him a hug, and soon after, Adrienne popped in to do the same. "Glad you had a safe flight."

"Well thank you." Dad grinned. He was the best dad to me. "Nice place you got." He put his suitcase on the living room coffee table. I also left my phone there. We all sat around the living room and kitchen stools. Kelly, Mary and Cindy left. Half an hour ago, according to Meghan.

We were all telling stories until Adrienne let out a mighty yawn, tellin us it was getting late. We had dinner already, so Adrienne slowly stood to go and sleep. Dad must be exhausted too. Meghan followed after Adrienne into the bedroom. I turned to dad, who looked to be passing out.

"Hold on dad, I'll go get the extra bedding. I stood up and left the room. Busting to go to the toilet, I ran into the bathroom. A minute passed and I heard my phone ringing.

Shit!

My phone was on the coffee table. Near dad. Even though it could be anybody calling, I feared the worst. I sat still and listened. On the other side of the wall, dad answered the phone.

"Smith Luke speaking." I heard his answer. He didn't speak for a while, and that worried me. I hurried inside the bathroom and raced out to the living room. My dad gave me a look.

Oh oh. "Thank you for informing me Mr. Malik." He engaged the phone. I froze, every bone in my body turned to steel. What did Zayn do now? I was so going to strangle him to death. Then kill him in Hell again.

"Khaimon." Dad spoke slowly. My heartbeat rose and beads of sweat formed on my brow. I was in too deep now. Way too deep. "Explain to me everything." I nodded and came to take a seat on one of the settees.

I explained everything! When I say everything, I mean everything. From my screwed up relationship, to the epic birthday bash yesterday. My dad looked like he would have a heartattack. And I didn't blame him one bit. This Shit was messed up. Despite the late hour, I was ready to spring on something.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Dad asked, sounding a bit offended.

"You had a lot on your plate. I didn't want to trouble you and mom." I paused and took a deep breath. "I guess I was afraid to disappoint you for not handling my problems." He sighed sadly.

"Khaimon. You always make me proud." He smiled and pulled me over for a hug. My heart ached for home. Never in all my time here have I felt the desire to just buy a plane ticket and go back. Tears came to my eyes again, only this time, I fought them back successfully.

"So uh... you're not mad at me?" I asked cautiously. He shook his head.

"I am angry, a bit. But no, I'm not mad at you." He grinned. "How many times did you clock a punch on this Wendy girl?" I laughed and playfully jabbed him.

"Not cool Dad." I laughed. "And um... what did Mr Malik say?"

"We have an appointment with him tomorrow." Dad answered. "You should get some rest before we meet up with them tomorrow." My heart jumped at that. What did Mr Malik want with me? I swallowed uneasily. Nodding once, I went to fetch the bedding. We moved the sofa around until it took the form of a bed. Satisfied, I dragged myself to bed.

"Zayn, what have you done?" I whispered to myself before drifting off to sleep.

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Authors Note:

Sorry for the short chapter. Oh and, thanks to all you readers for, well, Reading!

Peace!