As hard as Imraan and I have been trying, we seemed to be getting lost in the whole humdrum of life. It seems as if little things are making huge spaces between us.
I have been so focused on setting up home and Imraan is very busy with work, I between all that was MiLs drop -in and now my Gori Foi is acting up.
When we moved to PMB I didn't think that my Aunty would decide that we her new taxi drivers. She phones me every fee days with some errand or the other.
"Fatima bethi, can you please give me lift to the hair salon, so many days I never dye my hair."
"Salaam Likum Fati, how you! You know that fabric shop down their on church street, must tell me if you going that side, no hurry hurry, I just want to get some material before the sale finishes."
"Fatima, when you get a chance must take me to the dress maker."
Argh!!! Im pregnant, I hate driving around in the heat. Im also not familiar with the streets and Gori Fois directions are just terrible!!
" Turn over there!"
"go back go back!"
"little bit more"
" next to the black car is the driveway"
It was way to stressful so I started making excuses, doctors appointments...dentist...gyni...vomiting...leg cramps...stomach pains...anything I could think of!
I must have over did it abit coz my mother called last night, her voice full of worry!
" Fatima are you okay batchoo?"
" Jee I am fine mummy."
" you sure? I just spoke to Gori Foi now and she says you always feeling sick and going to the doctors."
I felt so guilty, good thing my mother couldn't see my red face through the phone!
" if you want me to come stay with you for a few days, just let me know!"
I felt horrible now, my mother didn't need the stress, my dad wasn't feeling well and mummy was taken a strain because of it.
" no no mummy, I'm okay I promise. Sometimes I just make things more dramatic because Gori Foi always needs a lift here and there", I finally admited
"What!!! She's using you to take her around! In your condition! I'll tell Dadi about this", my mother fumed
Oh-0, now I was really causing it.
"Mummy stop fussing, I'm fine really...hows daddy?"
My mother heaved a huge sigh and I immediately felt her worry stress as she spoke about my fathers lack of energy, chest pains and stubbornness. He was still refusing to go to the doctor!
My mother said she was thinking of inviting mamagee up for lunch on Sunday so he could by the way talk some sense into my father and perhaps check him out!
"He still wants ghee rotis and oily oily achaar, Fatima!", my mother said sounding so upset.
I got of the phone feeling horrible, I decided I really needed to go visit my parents soon.
As luck would have it...they decided to come to see me.
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