Chapter 25 My Mother.
SHIMMA.
A loud yawn escaped from my lips as I stretched my hands and legs.
I turned to glance at the wall clock, a loud gasp escaped my mouth as my eyes flew open in shock.
It was fifteen minutes past eight. And I was meant to be at work by eight. Shit!
I quickly jumped off the bed as I rushed my way into the bathroom.
I was in a hurry and I couldn't have breakfast. I got outside, realizing I had left my car at the office yesterday.
I stared at my wrist watch. It was already a few minutes to nine. This was useless. Going to work today would be useless. Mr Mattias might get angry at me for showing up to work late on my second day. Or he might not. I don't know, I just feel it's wrong.
I barely slept last night. Due to the incident with my father last night. Speaking of my father.
I turned to where he usually parked his car. It wasn't there, he must have left earlier. I didn't even get to see him. And now I have to wait to he is back.
Today was already starting to get fucked up. And going to work might make it worse. So I'd rather stay back. I'll come up with some excuse or whatever.
I walked back into the house, and just then, my mother was making her way down stairs. Her eyes landed on me as a frown crossed her face.
“Shimma, why haven't you gone to work?“
“I'm not feeling too well,” I lied. My mother Increased her pace, as she made her way to me.
“What's wrong?“ She asked, running her hand through my hair. A habit I recognized from her anxious moment.
“I don't know, I think I'm just stressed from yesterday,” I mumbled, hoping to deflect her concern.
“Oh, I understand, honey, It's your first time working, your body needs to adjust to it, you will get used to it, with time,” My mum assured. Her voice was soothing, yet I could still tell she was worried.
“Okay, I hope so,” I replied, offering a weak nod.
Suddenly, my stomach grumbled loudly, betraying my pretence.
My mum raised a brow, her expression, shifting from concern to mild frustration.
“Shimma, don't tell me you haven't eaten anything,” I slowly shook my head. Knowing it would piss my mother off. She hates it when I skip my meal.
“What? You didn't have your dinner last night, yet you attempted to skip breakfast this morning,?“
“I'm sorry,” I muttered, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.
“You know I hate it when you skip your meals. I was about heading to the kitchen to make breakfast, you can go rest upstairs, once I'm done with breakfast, I'll let you know, and also, I'll call the doctor now,”
“But mum, it's just stress from work, I'm not that sick,” I protested.
“I know, but at least, he has to prescribe some medication for you, in order for you to attend work tomorrow,” My mum assured.
“Alright, thank you mum,”
“You welcome, now get out of those work clothes; you're making me feel intimidated,” My mum teased and we both giggled, the tension easing slightly as I made my way to my room. My mum had a way of brightening my day, even if she can be nosy sometimes.
A Few hours later, my mother and I were sitting in the living room watching TV when we both heard a knock on the door. It was too early for my father to return from work. We rarely had visitors, who could it be?
I stood up, turning to my mother.
“Are you expecting anyone?“ I asked, her shrug only deepened my curiosity.
As I approached the door, a mix of apprehension and anticipation swirled inside me. I opened it, standing by the door was Blake…
My mother! She must have asked him to come, since I was home, this was the perfect opportunity for her. Why does she always seem to ruin my best moments? A wave of frustration washed over me as I glanced at Blake. How could he have the guts to show up at my place? What is he thinking?(scuffs).
Great, just great. Now I have to deal with both of them.
“Sh—Shimma,” Blake stuttered.
“What are you doing here?“ I asked.
“Blake! You're here!“ My mother mumbled from behind. Just when I turned to glance at my mother, Blake had his chance; he made his way inside, without me asking him to.
“We have been expecting you,”
“We?!“ I yelled, the words echoing off the walls of our cozy living room, The scent of freshly popped popcorn filled the air, a reminder of the movie I was peacefully hooked in, before he came, and now I have totally lost interest.
“Why don't you join us, this is a really interesting Movie,” My Mum rumbled, ignoring me.
This is bullshit! I don't know why my mother is doing this but trust me, it won't end well.