Chapter 83 Dramatic lunch

Chapter 83 Dramatic lunch
I wrote a sweet message, telling her to watch herself. I will just keep haunting her till I've had enough. She'll never just slap someone like she owns the world. She's lucky it was me, someone would've beat her into a pulp. When we were done for the day we headed home and I went straight to bed. I just wanted to sleep nothing more.

Two days later- Friday
I was on my way driving to the airport, going to meet up on a lunch date with my mother in Joburg (Johannesburg). She demanded me to fly there and said I'd be back before Trish's party. My mom is so dramatic, she wants to have lunch in Joburg when I can just tell her what I want to say over the phone, or video call if she wants to see my face. When I got there I was ushered into a private jet.
Private jet? Since When? Mom though.
I slept all the way to Joburg. I was woken up by a call from Mike.
"Mike," I answered.
"Skeem, why are you going to Joburg? Aren't you coming to the party?" Mike asked.
"How do you know I'm going to Joburg? Are you having me followed?" I demanded.
"No. I just know," Mike replied evasively.
"I'm going to have lunch with mom and I'll be back in time for the party. I don't like this thing of you stalking me because it means Kelvin knows about my whereabouts," I stated.
"I don't see a problem with him knowing where you are," Mike argued.
"Goodbye Mike," I said, dropping the call. He called again and I ignored it.
The flight attendant came to me. "Miss Leaster, Mr Zee is on the phone and he has requested to talk to you."
She handed the phone to me.
"Peterson," I greeted Mike.
"Fuck you," Mike replied.
"You too, what do you want?" I asked.
"I just wanted to say goodbye, you ended the call before I could say so," Mike explained.
"Well goodbye then Mike," I said. He ended the call, and I was told we were about to land.

After a few minutes we landed and my mom was already waiting for me at the airport. She hurried and hugged me then she cried.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked.
"I missed you," Mom confessed.
"Okay, you're being weird. You're never clingy, at all. Move away from me," I joked.
She laughed and carried my bag. We went to her car and the driver drove us to her house. We went to the kitchen.
"We'll be cooking together," Mom announced.
"You cook and I'll watch you, just like the old days," I conceded.
She started cooking, telling me about her day and how Dad and her had a fight, so she came to Joburg so he could see how angry she is. I told you I have a dramatic mother. Once she finished cooking, I dished up and we sat by the lounge while we ate.
"Mom, I'm moving out of Durban for a few months," I informed her.
"What? Where are you going?" Mom asked.
"The Woman Drive is opening a branch at Langelihle. We were approached by the Queen of Langelihle and we're taking on the project," I explained.
"Congratulations but are you sure you want to leave?" Mom asked.
"Yes, I need to leave. It's for the business and my own good. I need to be as far away from Kelvin as possible," I admitted.
"Oh my daughter, you know I'm here for you at all times. Take care of yourself and your baby. Finish up your food so we can go to the doctor, you need to have a check up," Mom insisted.
"Yes Grace," I replied, calling her by her first name.
"I'll hit you. So Kelvin will be at the party tonight?" Mom asked.
"Yes, it's his sister's party so he will be there. I don't know how I feel about being in the same space as him so I won't stay long. I don't want the friendship circle to die and be awkward because we broke up so I'll try being very civil with him," I explained my plan.
"That's a good thing," Mom agreed.
We went to the doctor and I did my first scan. The baby seemed okay and my blood pressure was good too. After the doctors appointment we went to the salon and she bought weaves for herself and one for me. She then drove me to the airport. I slept throughout the flight again; it's better if I sleep or I'll just feel sick and throw up.

When we landed, I found Mike waiting for me near my car with a bunch of red roses.
"Mr Zee," I greeted him.
"Mrs Zee," Mike countered.
"You wish," I scoffed.
"I'm saying that on behalf of my brother," Mike clarified.
"Even worse," I stated.
I gave him my bag and he laughed, realizing I was going to bully him. I got into the passenger seat and waited for him to drive.
"Where to, dear lady?" Mike asked.
"Home, I need to freshen up and change," I instructed.
He drove to the apartment, and he kept on telling me about how Kelvin hasn't been out of bed for the past three days. I chose not to say anything and just listen to him.
"Is he coming tonight?" I asked.
"No," Mike replied.
"Mmmh that's good," I said.
He seemed hurt by what I said. I didn't care.
"I'll come pick you up when you're done. Call me," Mike insisted.
"I'll drive myself," I objected.
"I don't want to repeat myself. Remember you're carrying a precious Zee cargo in there, you can't drive," Mike declared.
"Whatever," I muttered.
He laughed and waved goodbye while I went inside the house. I'll take my own time preparing for this party. I'm not looking forward to it at all. What I'm looking forward to is coming home and packing, then I leave this place. Who knows, maybe I might decide to stay there forever.