Sold To a Mafia King

Finally!!! The day I've been waiting for

It’s been a week since I sent my boss an email. I don’t know if I should call her that or call the email a resignation email or what. But whatever it is, I sent it and she hasn’t replied. I’ve been cooking a lot lately, but I hardly wash the dishes because the old maid thinks I’m here to take their jobs, even though I tried to explain a million times. I haven’t seen Ayanda for the past 3 days and tomorrow is my birthday. I want to go out and buy myself something, but I don’t know what. I don’t need anything right now. Maybe I can take myself out for the first time. After all I’m turning 21. Oh yes, I’ll also buy myself a book. I don’t really like eBooks. They are tiring, at least a hard copy will be good for me. I’ll need a book shelf by the couch, but I don’t know if I need Ayanda’s permission or not. I haven’t seen Bova either. I’ve been eating with the guards and there’s always deafening noise. No wonder Ayanda doesn’t want anyone talking. I think I’ll bake myself a cake. I haven’t baked one for the past 3 months. I baked one for my ungrateful mom. She told me that I should’ve given her money instead of baking a “stupid” cake. I was so hurt. I love birthdays. I’ll bake a cake later today, then go out shopping tomorrow.

There was a knock on the door. Who might that be? I told the person to come in. It’s Bova.

He hands me the phone and tells me it’s Ayanda. My God, what does he want? We hardly talk. What am I going to say to him?

“Hello” I answered.

“Hello to you too. I won’t be home tomorrow for your birthday but I asked Bova to take you out. Hope you’ll have a good one”, he tells me in one go. By the way he’s talking, it’s clear that it’s a revised speech. I wonder who told him to say all those things.

“Okay thank you, I will” I told him. He hangs up. I gave Bova the phone. I look at the time. It’s 2 in the afternoon. I took my laptop downstairs with me. I use it to play music when I cook. Today I’ll be cooking and baking. I cook rice, grilled chicken and gravy. After 2 hours, I was done. Now it’s time to bake the cake. I’ve never baked a big cake before, so I use YouTube. I look for the ingredients. I mix them, then I bake. I took longer today, almost 5 hours. I forgot about supper until a guy called Bozza asks if it’s ready.

“OMG I’m so sorry, I have been concentrating so much on baking. I forgot about food. I’m so sorry”, I told him while I was running around the kitchen trying to find the plates and bowls. He helped me set up the table. They all gather around the table. I leave them. I’ll eat when I’m done. When I’m done I’m too tired to do anything, so I go straight to bed.

*****

I was waken up by a vibrating phone. It’s a message from an unsaved number. Who might that be at 6am? I’ll read it when I wake up. I need 30 more minutes. I closed my eyes and woke up an hour later. There’s an incoming call from an unsaved number.

“Hello” answered sleepy.

“Mntanami unjani? (my child how are you?)” That’s my dad. I tell him I’m tired and ask why he’s calling where he got my digits. I’m so annoyed. I feel like hanging up. I hope he didn’t call to spoil my day.

Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you

My parents sing over the phone, they sing so beautifully, they’ve never sung for me before. I thanked them with a smile and tears. Such beautiful voices, I suddenly miss them so much. I’m still mad at them though, what they did to me is cruel. But I guess I can’t stay mad at them forever. I thanked them and hung up before they could say anything more. I read the text I received.

Happy Birthday enjoy

Ayanda

Okay, this is so unexpected, but it still puts a smile on my face.

Thank you so much. It means a lot. Enjoy your day too *smiley face*

~~

He reads the text thinking there’s something about this annoying girl. She thanks him for all the little or stupid things. No one has ever thanked him before, even for a stupid birthday text. Maybe she’s pretending. That’s how his mother was until she got married to his father and when she left he couldn’t bear the pain and committed suicide, such a coward.