Chapter 30
1001words
I texted Amala to cook a lot because Ansel and I would be eating at her place today and what she didnt know was that I was going to make her talk.
At five thirty I left because I was done with work and went to pick my son at my parents house.
My mother was home and I didnt sit in which she told me never to do again and me knowing myself I knew I onew that I would do it again.
I took a bite of what she had made and I dont remember the fancy name she said but it was Delicious anyways and I took Answl home with me after eating half of my food.
My mom almost killed me she hated when we never finished our food.
We needed to shower and change clothes so that we head at Amala's.
In half an hour we were done and since it was chilly outside I grabbed my Jean jacket and got a jumper for Ansel too.
We got out drove twenty minutes until we reached to Amala's apartment.
We got out with our cartoon of juice and a bottle of wine and whiskey to get her drunk enough to talk.
I carried Ansel but he wiggled out mentioning that he wanted to walk and due to the amount of time we spent on the first case of stairs I knew that it was impossible for him to walk again so I carried him all the way to the elevator then kept him down again after multiple noises of protest.
"Ansel dont hit mommy!" I told him with an intense stare and he burst out crying.
I had to roll my eyes at his ego.
When the elevator doors open I rang the door bell and waited while trying to shush the crying baby in my hands.
"Awww what has gotten my baby crying?" Amala said trying to take him from my hands and he gladly went.
He was mad at me for a fact.
Chuckling I shook my head and told her that he was trying to hit me.
"Well you should not hit mommy" she said to him in a soothing voice as she stroked his hair backwards in a smooth manner.
I entered inside holding the bottles and the cartoon of juice that Ansel dropped down when he was having a fit and it ended up being crocked at the edges along the wine and whiskey that I knew would get her drunk.
I thank whoever made bags.
Light weight problems.
I plopped down on the couch and the aroma of food immediately hit me making me hungry.
"I made Mac and cheese with chocolate cake for desert and there is beer wine milk and water for whoever feels like taking any." She said then kept Ansel down who came back to me with a running nose.
'Damn it baby' removing a tissue out of my purse I wiped his face and nose then sat him on my lap.
"Come here" I said engulfing him in a hug and talked to him about not hitting mommy or girls of anyhow.
I knew he was a smart kid because he nodded to what I was saying and even repeated some words when I asked him what I said.
He then went to play with my earings that he somehow found interesting.
Minutes after Amala brought food and I clapped my hand in amusement knowing that I was about to suck information out of my bestfriend without regret.
I went to the kitchen then poured him milk and came back with a cup and glass full of wine.
I sat after I brought my glass of juice because I was driving and I was with my son.
I came back and fed Ansel after I ordered him to sit down and eat without running.
He calmed down sat and ate.
He then fell asleep on the couch and I made him comfortable enough then looked at a drunk Amala staring right at me.
She drank all that on purpose. Did mention that she actually mixed wine and two shots of whiskey.
Well time to get some answers.
I was about to get my hands dirty.
Evil smiles.
Ooohhhh I was so evil.
Nayra
Amala was extra mad and when I say extra mad I mean it!
She went bat shit on me when I told her that she 'accidentally ' spilled all the beans on me.
Yes I used accidentally judging by how she shouted at me through the call for getting her all wasted and driving at home at night.
To be on the safe side
I did leave her some painkillers and a bottle of water.
I told her that I needed to go home and well about how she told me about her and Jonathan that topic got me so interested.
I mean who meets a man in a club gets dicked down by him then threatens to sue him later.
On top of that lie about their name!
Ha!
Well here is the story.
On new years Amala happened to have gone to Dubai.
Don't ask me why she didnt want to do our usual partying till dawn thing but she travelled.
She said about something new and exploring on the hot side of the world.
I couldn't travel with her because come on we all know that the December holiday is all about family and I wanted to spend it with my son.
So I stayed and she travelled with Mandine and Vincent.
First of all she made a mistake of travelling with a couple and second she knew very well that those two would end up going somewhere to fuck.
And they did exactly that on the night of the new years.
She had no other choice but go chase down her anger with a shot or two of tequila.
Her words not mine.
