Second Time Lucky. Malihanelo Molapo
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the same time she couldn’t shake the feeling that he could perhaps be playing her, wanting to get her in Adam’s bad books so that he could take over her account. Maybe he was trying to distract her so that he could move in for the kill. He had just changed attitudes too quickly for her liking.
When she got home she was surprised to see Sifiso’s car in the driveway. She would have to change the locks if he kept on showing up unannounced like this.
Criselda braced herself as she stepped out of her car and walked through the front door, where she got an even bigger surprise when she was greeted by shrieks and loud laughter from the twins.
“My turn, Dad, my turn!” she heard Sandile shouting. When she entered the lounge, she found the furniture rearranged to make a goal post at one end of the room. Sifiso seemed to be the goalkeeper as the boys kicked the ball back in his direction.
When Siyanda saw Criselda he shouted, “Mom, Dad got us two new soccer balls for practising.”
“That’s great, honey, but you can’t play in here. You guys are going to destroy my furniture, not to mention the windows.” She gestured for Sifiso to follow her to the kitchen.
He kicked the ball to the boys and suavely followed her, making her feel unsafe in her own home.
“Hey, baby, how are you?”
Not bothering to answer, Criselda came straight to the point. “Sifiso, you’re not supposed to show up unannounced. You need to keep to the schedule so that things can run smoothly.”
“Come on, Criss, you know how it is. When I miss my boys, I miss my boys. Where’s the crime there?” he replied nonchalantly.
“I’m not going to argue with you, Sifiso. Please say goodbye and wait for your turn in two weeks’ time,” she said firmly. He smirked and she added, “And another thing – why did you pick them up from aftercare without informing me? That’s a really irresponsible thing to do.”
“Okay, okay, I’m out of here.”
Sifiso went back to the boys and played with them for another half an hour before leaving.
Criselda then took the opportunity to finish the “match” with them, after which she was too exhausted to cook, so she ordered pizza instead.
Later that evening, when the boys had gone to bed, she thought about how much she had enjoyed spending the late afternoon with them. Lately she hadn’t been able to do that due to her heavy work load, especially now with the Hampshire mess.
She ended up by deciding to dedicate at least one weekend a month to doing whatever the boys felt like and spending quality time with them.
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