Chapter Nine - Nightfall

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Chapter Nine - Nightfall

Sunday - Nightfall.

After the encounter we had with Chloe Rush, my mother drove me back to my place. It was already nightfall and the kind of state she was in, troubled me with no remorse. I had insisted on booking myself a guest house because it was late for her to drive me to Johannesburg and thereafter drive back to Polokwane. I was honestly not at ease with that but she was always obedient to keeping her end of the bargain when rendered. Upon her plea of my accompanying her, she gladly promised to take me back to my place after the event and she was obediently doing just that.

When we arrived in Johannesburg, it was already 20:30 p.m. and like I said before, I was not at ease with my mom having to drive back to Polokwane during the night and her dismay added fuel to the fire, it got me more anxious. What’s more, my mother was not fond of alcohol, for  she would sit in the midst of people who are drinking alcohol without being tempted and not that she did not drink alcohol at all but she only drank it once in a blue moon, especially when there was something to commemorate. 


However, today was different. On our way back to my apartment, my mother made a stop at the mall and bought herself a bottle of red wine and when we arrived, she asked for a glass and there-upon she started drinking. I was distressed and not because my mother was unexpectedly having alcohol but merely because Chloe’s presence had an obnoxious effect on her and it made me wander in an ocean of relentless questions but I was not ready to ask any of them. Furthermore, since my mother was having alcohol, I decided to take her car keys and hid them, because I was not going to let her drive anymore. I sent my father a message as well, letting him know what had happened. I suppose he was surprised to receive a message from me because we hadn’t talked in a long time but I saw it fit to momentarily put our issues aside for the sake of their marriage, for I did not want him to think my mother was elsewhere giving in to forbidden deeds and to my surprise, he politely replied to my message and since I was not expecting that, a sense of unusual delight came upon me, for I was honestly amazed. I courteously asked my mother to sleep over and she agreed. My anxiety disappeared at once, for I was happy that my mother wasn’t driving back to Polokwane in the middle of the night.


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We hadn’t had anything to eat, so I prepared a meal for us, and while I was doing that, my mother was playing some old school music while sipping her wine, each time I set my eyes on her, I could swiftly tell that she was elsewhere with her thoughts, perhaps thinking about the event that had taken place or reminiscing about the olden days and I kept on asking her if she was okay and every time I did that, she would reply in the following manner “I’ve never been better my son” while dancing to the music. However, I knew that she was only saying that to prevent me from falling prey to sadness but little did she know that I could see beyond her pretence.


Nonetheless; my mother was fond of chicken stew and fortunately, I had all the ingredients to prepare her favorite meal. Thus, I went the whole nine yards when preparing it, for I wanted to lighten up her mood. Everything went well, she enjoyed the meal I had prepared for us and she couldn’t stop commending me, for she was unaware that I had mastered the ability to cook but obviously my cooking skills did not amount to hers. My mother was very good at cooking, even my dad could confirm the latter.


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