Milå woke up to the smell of chips and fried eggs on a ceramic plate on a stool. The smell was hot and cheesy in her nose and she guessed the breakfast had been waiting for her for not more than five minutes. Milk carton, sugar bowl, pink mug and flask were majestically arrayed in the second stool, and the flask released steam, much to her elevation. The once messy floor looked smooth and smooth; her used sanitary pads had been thrown away. She obviously knew that her mother had cleaned this room. She smiled at the fact that her mother treated her like a patient again, yet her bums were fine.

She grabbed her iPhone out of her addiction to Kevîn. It was 6:45 AM on the status bar; the sun flickered pale yellow behind the white curtains. She yawned as she clicked on her favourite inbox with love emojis.

@Milå: My Kev, are you there?

@Kevîn: Good morning! Finally my babe is back on Earth!

@Milå: Jha. Sorry, I suddenly fell asleep last night.

@Kevîn: It’s okay. I hope you slept like a baby.

@Milå: Jha. Kev, imagine my mommy treated me so cool again. I wish your mommy would treat you the same way.

Kevîn took the time to answer. He was online, but not typing.

@Milå: Kev, are you there?

@Kevîn: Ye, babe, don’t worry about my mom. She just drove off on her own, I think she’s mad at me. But I made it clear to her that I would never leave you until the day I die.

@Milå: That’s great, I’m coming to see you.

@Kevîn: Fire! Remember to wear what I love to see.

Milå did not give him a blue tick, she was already in the bathroom and was sponging herself fast as if her skin was itching. As she walked back into the corridor, she met a familiar female voice coming from the lounge. But Milå trotted off to her bedroom and continued preparing for the trip to Kevîn.

In the lounge, Upendø had indeed welcomed Arishi Mzitheyi.

“I hope everything is okay,” Upendø said, pouring hot coffee into the mug, for an unexpected visitor she barely knew.

“I came so early because I’ve a small problem that need to be resolved,” Arishi Mzitheyi said. She had no make-up on, so her face looked very anxious. “This is about my son and your daughter,” she added.

Upendø stopped dead. “Are you Kevîn’s mother?”

“Yes. Do you know Kevîn?” Arishi Mzitheyi asked.

“I only saw him the day before yesterday when he came here looking for my daughter. Otherwise, I only heard about him from other women in this area that he had been seen together with my daughter in restaurants, shopping mall, and sometimes in a black BMW,” Upendø explained.

“I’m afraid everything you heard from other women is true. That’s why I’m here to find solutions to continue to maintain peace with you. I know your husband very well. He’s a man of no nonsense. This morning I already told my son to keep away from your daughter,” Arishi Mzitheyi said.

“You did the right thing by coming here,” Upendø appreciated her. She was about to ask her how she knew Khonzani when a jeep roared outside.

Khonzani was back from capital city where he attended a five-hours interview.

Upendø failed to hold off the urge to look through the curtains. She verified: “It’s my husband’s car, he’s back.”

Arishi Mzitheyi picked up the coffee mug and drank it with nerves.