“I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to go back to the orphanage,” Dad stated.

“Yes,” I replied.

“That’s what my ex-wife used as blackmail to keep you quiet with on that night?” Dad asked.

“Yes, but I think she might have been bluffing in a way,” I returned, “I’ve never heard of that happening.”

It had been exactly two months since the incident and my parents were getting a divorce. Dad had picked me up from Mat’s house at around 11 p.m. and we were now in the car, heading home.

“You-uh… You alright there in the back seat yea?” Dad called out.

“I’m good Daddy,” Sam replied. The ride felt relaxing and there were smooth jams playing on the radio.

“Dad,” I whispered, trying to conceal my mouth. “Remember that night?”

“Yeah, what of it?” he whispered in return. We did not want Sam to overhear the conversation even though he was listening to music through his earphones.

“You believed my story instead of hers and said you knew she was being unfaithful already. How did you know?” I mouthed.

“Agh come on lad, I am not daft. I had caught on to her antics and had my suspicions long before the time. You only confirmed them Thando,” Dad said, smilingly.

“I’m just glad we live with you now,” I said, with utmost sincerity.

“Yeah she didn’t even want custody of you guys. All she just wanted was that barmy, piece of…” Dad paused. “Anyway enough of that. Isn’t there something you should be telling me now?”

“What you mean,”

“I mean, how did your deejaying go? Please tell me you did not leave Mat’s birthday party in sixes and sevens again,” Dad said, letting out a little chuckle.

“Ha-ha-ha, very funny.” I snarled sarcastically. “As a matter of fact…” I stopped my sentence to reach in my pocket and pulled out five fifty rand notes to fan my face with.

“Wow,” Dad exclaimed, keeping his eyes on the road. “Show me the tree you got that from,” I let out a brief giggle.

“I made a bet with some friends; if my deejaying was great they had to pay me 50 bucks. Some didn’t pay but at least I made a few quick bucks,” I then turned to Sam in the backseat and gave him a three fifty rand notes.

“Wow! Shot, you the coolest… Thanks!” Sam he exclaimed.

“You know if you’re short on cash you can always ask me Thando,” Dad announced.

“I know, but you had to see their faces,”

“Oh when you put it that way,” he confessed.

“Ja Dad, all jokes aside, I just wanted to know, how are you coping – with the divorce and all?” I asked seriously in a soft tone.

“You know,” he began, “I was a bit gutted initially quite frankly. But you know, at the end of the day I got custody if you guys, and Sam’s getting fewer seizures which is all I wanted. Plus I’m officially available on the dating scene again so that’s an added bonus!” Dad laughed.

“Haha, nice,” I laughed.

“Yeah I can show you a thing or two,” there was a brief period of silence.

“Thando?” Dad called out. “I’m pretty chuffed about your deejaying experience, but how did you end up with the cash though?”

“What do you mean Dad?”

“The other day you told me you sucked at deejaying. What happened?” Dad asked in confusion.

“Aha but I still suck at deejaying,”

“Exactly, so go on then, I’m a bit confused?” Dad nagged.

“After practising for like two months I realised I never was going to learn how to master deejaying fully,” I expressed. “Luckily tonight, I deejayed using a laptop,”

“Go on…”

“So the previous day at home right, I recorded one of the hottest Dj’s mixes and put it on a CD. Then at the party I simply played the mix via the laptop’s deejay programme and basically made like I was playing it live… Rather ingenious hey?” I confessed.

Dad looked at me with a straight face. Then suddenly he burst out laughing.

“That’s my boy!” he exclaimed.

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