Chapter 55
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Removing the phone a smile spread across my face as I read the name.
"Samah" she said at the other end.
Her voice had some authority in it or anger maybe something between that and it made me strongly aware and become composed.
"Mom what's wrong?" I asked dumbly even though I knew it was I the one at a fault.
"I am so disappointed in you my daughter
Very disappointed.
I didn't raise you to be like that
As a woman who had a father in her life you should think twice.
Firstly for you soon coming children and you then your husband" she said sighing.
She was angry now
"He is not my husband mom" I said through clenched teeth.
"I caught him cheating" I said feeling my eyes glassy.
"I can't decide your life or decisions samah but what I am telling you right now I to come and talk to him.
Do you really think he can cheat on you by purpose or you think he didn't love you"she asked feeling tired.
I could feel it through her voice.
For a moment I was dazed.
Feeling speechless.
When I ran away I didn't think of any of that.
Heck I didn't think of anything.
I was just not thinking.
I knew that he loved me to the endless and also knew that he couldn't cheat on purpose unless he was tired of me.
And that was what I have been asking myself lately.
Was he really tired and was the only was to tell me that he was tired of me.
All of me.
" samah I know what you are thinking and that is no what it is.
What I conseille you is to come home talk to your husband before he dies" she said sighing again.
She was so tired I could feel it.
"I am not coming home mom and what do you mean before he dies" I quoted my mom my heartbeat rising.
If anything happened to him would it be my fault.
"That was not a suggestion samah you are coming home weather you like it or not and by dying you come and see for you self what I mean.
By tomorrow I want to see you home before midnight and that is not up to discussion." She said being the mother I used to know.
I huffed in annoyance.
"Mom if I come home I am not going to his house and why do I have to come back.
You stayed there since I was gone two weeks ago and its now that get the feeling to call me and drag me by force" I whined on the phone
I was getting annoyed and frustrated.
"Who do you think you are speaking to girl.
I don't care that you are pregnant I will take a cooking spoon and whip you myself.
I left you alone for two weeks because I wanted your craziness of leaving people to sink in you and realise how of an idiot you were being but I geuss I was wrong"
"I said by tomorrow midnight I want you to be at home.
Not my house in your house with your husband where you used to be and if find out that you went to rent an apartment trust me I'll come and burn it myself" she said sucking air through her teeth.
I didn't dare argue and I knew very well that she would actually burn an apartment so tasting her words on the tip was not in the action at the moment.
"Now you have got to rest them grandchildren of mine" she said her voice gaining her home country accent back.
"Wait mom.
Earlier you said babies mom I am having a baby not babies" I said making it specific for her.
I heard her chuckle on the other end then cut the phone.
I removed the phone on my ear chocked by what she did.
I sucked the air between my teeth not believing her at all.
Walking to my bed I sat up thinking.
I was going to go back she sent me in a lion's deen.
In a lion's cave.
Pulling my suitcase out I walked in the walkin closet I removed the clothes making a pile of them on my hand and shoulders.
Walking back to my bed I couldn't see forward and I literally prayed to the heavens that I don't trip on anything and fall down.
Even though the clothes would be a nice shield for both my face and stomach but i t was better to be safe than sorry.
Dropping them all on the floor I sat leg crossed on the floor and started folding them.
Within twenty minutes I was done.
Pulling out my laptop I booked a plane flight and this time there was no direct which made me book for two.
Falling on the bed exhausted I layed there eyes open looking at the dim white ceiling that was above me and slowly my eyes closed at their own.
The next morning I was woken up by the noise of the busy street and the chirping of the happy flying birds.
I wasn't happy because I was going home well that was obvious I was just not a morning person to be fair.
I looked in the mirror that revealed my morning self and grimaced at it.
I looked like a real zombie.
Walking to the shower I opened the water stepping at the shower corner waiting for it to get a little warm and when it was warm enough I stepped in cleaning and scrubbing myself.
Opening the door I let the stream come out and dramatically came out mimicking a cat as I walked crossing legs at every step.
Looking through my closet I decided on wearing my grey skin tight jumpsuit and my golden five inch strapy heels I grabbed my white crutch and my suitcase as I exited the room with the locking card in my right hand.
