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Episode 45

My dad just had his surgery. We flew him and Mam’Celia to Tholoana Kingdom and he had the surgery here. They are staying with us, much to Rena’s and Moloko’s excitement. I’m not sure if they are enjoying having grandparents or if Mam’Celia is humouring them as hard as she humours us. Khotso insists that Celia is a walking comedy show. I think I understand her nyana… she reminds me of someone I was locked up with. She gives me her vibes. But I like that Rena is cheering up a little more. Since the whole Tumelo issue, she’s been really down. I’ve really tried to be there for her, but I’m also not in support of that relationship. He’s in prison right now, and he’s fine. He was never going to just get off scot-free from this. That was wishful thinking on Rena’s end.

Mam’Celia is helping me prepare breakfast and lunchboxes for the kids.

My dad is all bathed up and we know he’s just going to be in the TV room the whole day. His nurse is here. He has a private nurse helping us. But obviously, Mam’Celia is within because she doesn’t trust any female around her man.

“Sekayalala ubaba ubusuku bonke? Or is he still struggling?” I ask Mam’Celia.

“Last night, he slept throughout the night. So that’s really good progress.” She says.

“Hai cha, kuhle. I’m glad uyalulama”, I say.

“Yinhle kakhulu lento yokuthi usize ubaba wakho, Maphuthi. That’s why you are so beautiful and so blessed. Siyabonga futhi kuwe nomkhwenyane for everything that you are doing for us.” She says.

“I wish I stepped up earlier yaz, mama. To think that I blamed ubaba all these years for just leaving us.”

“The important thing is that you found him now and that you are doing your best”, she says.

“Does he ever say anything to you, mah? Does he hate me? Resent me? That I didn’t look after him all these years? I mean… my life has been all over the news. He knows that I’ve always been rich. But he hasn’t been benefiting like a parent should. Is he… angry maybe?” I ask her.

She takes a deep breath then says, “I didn’t know that he had a child. But I know that he was sad for a very long time. I know that he missed you. I don’t think he wanted your money… I think he just wanted to have a relationship with you.”

“Kodwa mah, why didn’t he find me? My life was everywhere. I wasn’t that difficult to track down. Hell, I was in jail for fifteen years. That’s the easiest place to locate a person.”

“I don’t know, Phuthi. That’s something that you will have to ask him.”

I nod my head.

Then I ask her about her kids because I realise that there’s something there that’s clearly upsetting her or stressing her out.

“Mah, what’s going on between you and your kids?”

“Ey, Maphuthi…. Not all of us have isibeletho esihle like Mam’Ngwenya and Tobias. Not all of us birthed a child like you for our husbands. Phela uMam’Ngwenya umzalele uTobias. Such a beautiful girl with a generous heart. Not all of us got this lucky.”

I don’t even know how to be.

“My eldest child was seven and my youngest was three months, when my husband passed away. These younger two definitely don’t remember their father. My eldest may have some memory of him, and my youngest… I know for a fact doesn’t have any memory of him.”

“Shame mah. Ncesi. What happened to him?” I ask.

“He died in a truck accident while on duty. He was a truck driver. He got into an accident then passed away. They also couldn’t get him out of the truck on time, so when the truck exploded, he was still inside. We had to do a DNA test to ensure it was him because I couldn’t recognise him anymore.”

Yoh!

I can see her getting emotional.

I’m about to tell her that we don’t have to talk about this when she continues her story, saying, “The company that he worked for then told me that they could either give me his full payout or they would continue to pay me his salary for the next ten years. My children would still be able to continue going to school because my husband had taken out bursaries for them that would cover their education until they graduate in university.”

“Well, that’s nice.” I say.

“Ja… but ke, my children didn’t like school, Maphuthi. They were like their father. They didn’t like working hard… even their father nje… I’m the one who had to wake up everyday and go find a job for him. He wanted to stay in bed and sulk about being poor. So, the education bursaries carried them to matric. My daughter didn’t even get to matric. She met a boyfriend in grade nine and decided that she was done with school. You know, what hurts me is that they saw how much we struggled. Every month when the money came in, their father’s family was there - demanding food from us. They’d tell us that their son or brother or uncle supported them too and now I must support them because his money came to me. They saw how horrible it was for me. I had to find work as a cleaner in a hotel just to make sure that when that damn family left my house, I could still feed my kids, make sure they have lunchboxes and still buy them uniform to go to school. But they all decided that university was not for them. They even decided to tell me that their bursaries had to pay them out cash so that they could enjoy their money. But it didn’t work that way. If you don’t go to school, you forfeit the bursary.”

This is actually very hectic.

“Before I knew it, they had all left my house. They were either having kids or getting married. I didn’t even know if they had jobs because I saw none of their money. They never took care of me. Then I met Tobias. I mean… at the time, my husband had been dead for twenty years and I believe that I had done all that I could for my kids. They had even left me and moved on with their lives. I needed someone to make me laugh again and keep me warm at night. Things got serious between Tobias and me, yoh! Izingane! They told me that I was disrespecting their father’s memory. They even stopped speaking to me. They’d just swear at Tobias. It would really hurt me because they couldn’t respect that I love this man. Then he got sick. They would give me R200 every three months… cabanga, Maphuthi. They’d have the audacity to ask me for money when they were cash-strapped… knowing very well that I don’t work and my man is sick. If I couldn’t get money to buy him medicine, where was I going to get money to help them? But, izingane zami. Nawe if Wandi, Rena or Moloko were in trouble you’d make a plan. Akuna mashonisa that I don’t know. I know how their rates work and how they need to be repaid. But it came at an expense… those mashonisas would take our things! Hence the state you found our house in when you found Tobias. Now that you are looking after us, my kids are back. Last time, they came to our house to take our grocery out of our fridge. Imagine! Tobias phoned the police and reported them for theft and breaking in. They spent three days in jail and their case is still ongoing. Tobias wants nothing to do with them.”

Yoh!

“Manje mah, what do you want to see happen?” I ask her.

“I don’t know, Maphuthi. It’s very difficult to want to do your best for thankless children. And maybe I’m the one who’s enabling them every time ngibakhulumela kuTobias or ngibasiza ngemali. Maybe I’m the problem.”

“There’s no sin in loving your children, mah.”

“Yoh, they went and told their father’s family that you bought Tobias and me a house and a car and that you look after us. That family was at our house demanding all sorts of things, saying that I spent their brother’s money while they suffered, now I have the audacity to even turn my back on his children. Bathi nabo they need to be looked after.”

People have ISIBINDI in life… esi-serious! What?!

“Tobias is now saying he wants a dog because he’s now going to feed these people to his dog or dogs. Imagine! And he said this after chasing them away with a hosepipe.”

I actually laugh.

I’m also beginning to realise that my dad has a weird sense of humour.

My kids and Khotso run down the stairs.

I serve them breakfast. Mam’Celia attends to my father, feeding him his breakfast. The kids decide to ditch Khotso and I, then go have breakfast with the grandparents. So it’s just my man and I now.

“You good?” I ask him.

“I’m good. You?”

“I’m okay. I had an interesting conversation with Celia this morning.” I say.

“Yeah?”

“Yep. About the abuse she gets from her kids and their father’s family.”

“Really? Isn’t her husband gone?”

“He’s dead. But people still feel entitled to everything that she has.”

“So what does she want to see happen?”

“She wasn’t very clear with that.”

“Well, I paid off all their loan shark debts. I also warned them to never give Celia money. I further warned them to not allow anyone to take money from them then use anything that Celia or your dad owns as collateral. Apparently, someone had already tried.”

“My money is on the kids.” I say.

He shakes his head.

“There was an attempted break-in at the house two night ago.” He says.

I stare at him.

“We found the culprits. They work for Celia’s kids. They sent the culprits to break in seeing that Celia and your dad are here.”

“Are you kidding me?”

He shakes his head. He eats a bit off his plate, drinks water then says, “I gave them a bit of a scare.”

“What do you mean?” I ask him.

“I was in South Africa yesterday. The plan was for the robbers to meet up with them and give them money from whatever they sold that they found in the house, including the car we got your dad. I showed up instead. I shot one son in the knee, the other son in the ass, and the daughter in her shoulder. I told them that these were warning shots. Next time, I’ll start with their children at school, allow them enough time to bury them, then I finish them off. I told them to stay the fuck away from Celia and your father and to keep every pest away. I told them that was my last conversation with them and I’m not playing. I left them sacred. They still haven’t phoned their mother, so I’m assuming that my message was loud and clear.”

“What are we going to do, Khotso? And these ones just sound like ungrateful people. Even if we try to help them, it will come back to bite us in our asses.”

“Baby, we help the old people because they are old. No one will hire them and no matter what, they need us. Those kids are our ages if not younger than us. If we can make a plan, so can they. No one helped us. I don’t believe in helping able people do what they are supposed to do. Hell no. I also don’t want them disrespecting me or you. You know the daughter offered to give me a blowjob for money.”

“WHAT?! And you are only telling me this how?”

“Yes! Because our kids need you and I don’t need you catching a murder case.”

“That’s not funny, Khotso! She’s disrespecting me phela. Wait till I set eyes on that bitch.”

“Nothing happened. I’m not confused about who my woman is. Chill! Nothing will ever happen… besides, even if I gave her an opportunity to suck my dick, no one sucks it like you do, baby.” He charmingly says.

I blush… but with hesitation because that bitch is already digging her own grave.

“Hey… you got me. I’m not going anywhere. It’s me and you forever”, he says, brushing my chin with his hands then using his lips to brush my lips.

We smile at each other.

“I bought that house that we saw and liked for Wandi and Senzi. I got it for them as a gift.” Khotso says to me.

I instantly smile.

“Yeah, so maybe when Wandi and Senzi arrive, we can surprise them with the house. I know nothing about furniture so I’ll leave that in your capable hands. It’s their wedding gift from us. I know they are still staying with pope, but I hope they’ll like the house.”

I get up from my seat then make my way to his lap.

“Ngiyabonga”, I say to him… brushing his lips with mine then leading his hands to brushing up my thighs under the dress I’m wearing.

“You want to show me how much?”

“I didn’t give you enough of a hint last night?”

“I’ll never say no to a little bit more.”

I giggle.

“Dumelang”, the nurse says.

I jump off Khotso’s lap and greet her back. Khotso is not impressed. But he knows that I appreciate him big time.

Mam’Celia is asleep. The kids are at school. Khotso is at work. I go check up on my father. I find the nurse flirting with him SHAMELESSLY. My father is also entertaining this rubbish. Her shirt is even unbuttoned at the top. Sies!

I clear my throat.

She is the one that’s scared of me. So she jumps up and fixes herself.

They both look at me.

“Ey wena! Is this part of your job description? To blatantly ignore the fact that indoda yomuntu ithathiwe? Uvele um’febele nje kanjalo nje? Hoping what will happen exactly?” I bark at her.

“Maphuthi, no ngane yami, don’t do that. She was just being nice.” My dad.

“Being nice? I pay her to make sure that you heal. I don’t pay her to be doing lap dances for you with her uniform undone.” I say.

She starts crying. And I’m going to slap her for that because is’febe asikhalelwa!

“She was keeping me excited. That heals a man very fast.”

“That particular job, baba, falls in Celia’s scope. Lo yena I don’t know ukuthi uphaphiswa yini! Into ekhona nje is that I’ll fire her! And I’ll have her black-balled across this country… Kwaziwe nje ukuthi inyoka le nto! Is’febe nje! Do you not care that his partner is in this very house?! If she’s the one who had walked in instead of me, bowuzothini? Sorry?! Or would you even care? Ngoba nje your type doesn’t care vele.”

“I’m sorry, Ms Ngwenya. I’m so sorry. This will never happen again. I promise.” She says through her tears.

“Vele it will never happen again. You are fired! Ungaphind’ ubuye la!” I say.

“Maphuthi! Hai bo! That’s very harsh! She’s a single mother bandla who’s looking after five households. Mzwele ngane yami. Please.” My dad.

“How would you know that? Why do you know that? Is that why she’s doing this? Trying to sleep nekhehla elingaka that’s old enough to be her father? Ucabanga ukuthi uthole icashcow for her problems la kuwe?” I ask.

“No Ms Ngwenya, not at all.” She says.

“Isn’t it unprofessional to have these kinds of conversations with your patients wena?!”

She’s sobbing.

“Maphuthi-

“Get out wena ntombazane! And if you know what’s good for you, ngeke uphinde ulibeke la.”

“Ms Ngwenya, I really need this job!” She says.

“If you really needed this job, you would’ve respected this job! Manje wena your answer to your issues - like many other women out there - is to sleep with people’s men, regardless of their availability angisho?! Go find another fish, ntombi! My father is not your cash cow and how dare you disrespect his partner! In my house nogal?! Ujwayel’ abantu kabi, wena! Voetsek!”

…

This school that Thabi is building here is almost ready to admit kids. She’s giving us an update that she’s received over ten thousand applications for jobs here. She’s also received over ten thousand applications for places in the school. She’s really excited about it. It’s keeping her very busy. She even has Ona missing her, and Ona barley misses Thabi. But seeing her this passionate about a project takes us back to the early days of when we had just met her. She was so passionate about those she ‘mothered’ that were at that home of hers for them. Now, she will own a home and an actual school for them.

The media has been following this project very closely and everyone is excited about this school. It was initially meant to be a no-fee school, but with the response that we got, we decided to make it an affordable private school with affordable boarding facilities. We will definitely have fun cleaning our money here.

We’ve also had a bit of backlash from people in our own kingdom about why this is happening in another country as opposed to our own kingdom. We also have a need for a school that will bridge the gap between the private school that I went to, for example, and a no-fee school somewhere in the kingdom. Who knew that people would beg us one day to help us clean our money? Lol!

We are in this meeting now in South Africa, in Thabi’s office at this school of hers. She gave us a tour of what she’s done with the place. Each grade, from grade R to matric, will have three classes each. Each class will accommodate no more than thirty students. No compromise. She’s very passionate about not having over-crowded classes. Good for her! I’m not sure I even care!

The boarding facilities accommodate kids from grade eight. There are enough facilities for girls and boys. Each boarding flat accommodates two people. So each flat has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an open plan study as well as a kitchen. There is however, a dining hall, where kids will be fed. But I guess the stove is for when they feel like cooking for themselves.

The place is nice. It’s a really fancy school for something tagged as “affordable.” Each building has ten floors. Each floor has three boarding mistresses or misters. Ja, we will definitely employ a lot of people here.

All the people that worked for the church that was run under Laura and her husband with the useless sperm are all also applying. There will still be a head office where finances, marketing, a uniform shop will be, and just management and board of the school will be operating. When Thabi told Ona that she wants to be a hands-on CEO of the school, we just knew that she has no plans of coming back to the kingdom and Ona is not having it. He wants his wife back. Even Zari and Mohato have moved to South Africa. So, we already know.

“The only thing that’s outstanding now and is being built are the outdoor and indoor sports facilities. I’m thinking that we actually get professional sports scientists and sports management professionals to assist with our sporting programmes, professional coaches to coach the kids so we don’t have teachers that complain about being overworked, and an actual sports manager to run the sports department. Fifi has been helping me with putting this plan together.” Thabi keeps telling us. She’s so excited.

Honestly, none of us care.

We just know that she tried to get Legoa’s wife, Moringa, to move to South Africa and help her with this. Legoa said absolutely not. But I know that Moringa helps her a lot virtually. So does Fifi.

“Baby, when this project is done and the school is up and running, you are coming back to the kingdom, right?” Ona.

I don’t think that some of us should be here for this conversation.

“Not immediately. I need to ensure that operations are on par with this. I’ll have countless meetings with the government and the IEB to also keep the students up to par with the curriculum. Fifi also advised me to look for tutors. They will assist with homework classes and after school programmes for exam or assessment readiness.” Thabi is too excited about this. How did she become a doctor and not a teacher?

“Rethabile, you are a queen. Your kingdom needs you, Mme wabona.” Ona says.

“Morafe is doing a brilliant job! She’s really helping me keep things going here at the school and the kingdom. Nothing is falling apart.” Thabi says.

“Morafe is your assistant. She’s not the queen.” Ona.

“Ona, I’ll continue to fulfil the needs of our kingdom, just like I’ll fulfil my needs here.”

“And what about the needs of your husband? You are still my wife, right?”

“Keng? Sonia is not keeping your appetite fed? I thought that she was more than enough for you! That’s why you moved her into the royal house and moved me out, right?”

Ja neh… we should not be here. Pope and I look at each other. Zithulele and Maboko are also very uncomfortable.

“This has nothing to do with Sonia. This is about you and me.”

“Ona, stop being so needy. I’m working. I’m serving that throne. I’m serving your throne! I’m serving your image! I’m serving you!”

“Rethabile, can’t you hire another Morafe to do what needs to be done here? Then come back home!”

“And do what? Live with Sonia in my own house?! Ona, do you even care about how much you humiliate me before your junior wives? Next thing, you’ll be busy marrying other people and I’ll have to be accepting of how you treat me! I loved you, Ona. And yes, there was a time when I would have given everything up for you. But you’ve shown me time and again that you don’t view me that way. I’m just here to be your queen and to fulfil that accordingly. I do my job, Ona. I do my bit. People like Sonia are there for the love. I’m here for the duty. Sonia must do her part as I do mine.”

“Thabi, you are my wife. And I do love you. I’ve been through the most with you. You know that I’m not a complete man without you. Why are you doing this?”

“You haven’t shown me that lately. So I’m just learning my place and sticking in it accordingly. Akere you taught me this new place.”

Ona seems… down… sad about this conversation.

Thabi re-diverts her attention to the rest of us and says, “Thabi, Teboho, Fifi and Letlali will be flying out to help me. I had also asked Phuthi to assist. She indicated that her hands are full right now because she’s busy with her dad, Wandi’s move to the kingdom, as well as Rena and Moloko because the kids are at school. She also told me that Akwande will be staying with her while Fifi is here. Fifi asked her.”

I’m just glad my wife isn’t going anywhere.

“We will be conducting interviews with staff, then also sorting out the admissions of the students. We wish to start beginning of next year, vele. Then we will also be interviewing and electing a board that even I, as the CEO, will be accountable to.” Thabi says.

Ona is not happy.

“How long will our wives be out here? And shouldn’t you also get the younger wives involved in this? Maybe more hands will make this go faster. Khanyi will be good at this. I know Wandi is pregnant and Tamia has her hands full with everything that’s going on… but we can also get Zari and Nandi.” Maboko.

“That would be great. I’ll ask them. Thank you for the suggestion”, Thabi says.

“So do we know when our wives will be back?” Zithulele.

“It will be a few months.” Thabi.

“Hai hai hai! Rethabile! What?!” Pope.

“I need them. Please.” Thabi.

“They can rather fly in and out everyday. I need my wife next to me every night”, Maboko.

“I definitely support that. Plus, you have Morafe as well. Right?” I say.

“Then if it’s during the day, Phuthi can also come.” Ona.

I give him a look. Why must he be this person? Phuthi is fine looking after my house.

Maboko, Zithulele and pope look at us. They laugh at us.

“I’ll talk to Maphuthi. Maybe we can work something out.” Thabi says.

Ja neh.

We finally finish at this place. Now we have to fly back to the kingdom. But first, I want to check the house. I know that Phuthi’s parents are coming back next week. There are nurses that have already moved in who will be assisting him. There are also helpers. Phuthi and I built outside flats for the staff. There are ten flats out here. Each flat is a one bedroom flat with one bathroom and a kitchen. Each flat also has a balcony. Five flats are on the ground floor. Five flats are on the first floor. So on off days, they can stay there. We hired about five nurses that will be on rotation. They’ll work seven-to-seven night shift… like a hospital vele. Then they’ll have two off days in a week. There are also two domestic workers. They’ll work everyday… clocking in at 6am then knocking off at 8pm.

The gents actually come with me. We check the place out. Everything seems to be in place. The staff is busy. The gardeners are also cutting grass and maintaining the place. Phuthi was very particular about hiring old people… old and unattractive. Even Celia was part of interviewing those people that they hired. How does that old man still have an appetite?

I mean, I know a man’s appetite never dies. I think about Morena and how he was still tapping my mom when they should have retired from tapping. Even I’m tired now of tapping multiple women. I know Phuthi will be the woman that I tap until the day that I die. With her, I pray with my soul that I don’t have to bury her. I know it’s selfish, but she has to bury me. I cannot lose another love. I cannot. So, I don’t understand how that old man that she calls father still has appetite for multiple women. Yoh, ai. Some men are indeed stronger than others.

We are in our flight back home now. Ona has been depressed shame.

“You really want Thabi back?” Pope asks him.

“Yeah. I cannot explain it, hey. Thabi gets me. She doesn’t judge me. I love Sonia and we all know that between her and Thabi, I do prefer to rest next to her everyday. But Thabi… I miss her. You know with Thabi, I can talk about anything and everything with her. She’s my soundboard. She actually sees my all and she takes me as I am. And I know I’ve hurt her a lot. I know that I’ve taken her for granted. But damn, for her to want a business arrangement over a marriage with me… am I really that bad?”

Ja no, Ona is really messed up about this.

“Maybe you should reconsider what your marriage to her means. I mean, she was here for the love and the duty. The way she sees it, she sees it as you only wanted her for the duty. You treated her that way. Now she’s giving that to you. So what now? How do you convince her that you want the love too?” I ask her.

“Give me tips, hle. I’m in a flight full of men that have women that are completely in love with them. Ng’thuseng hle!” Ona.

We all laugh, then Maboko says, “all these men also have one wife. We don’t have more than one wife. So we are not exactly the best sounding board for you.”

We all laugh because it is true. Even Ona laughs.

“I should actually have the best life out of all of us! I mean… two wives… double the joy!” Ona.

“And clearly, double the bullshit!” Zithulele.

We all laugh.

“But seriously gents, help me. How do I get my first wife back?” Ona.

We all look at him.

“Come on gents. Please help me.” Ona.

“Why don’t you start with romantic stuff… like the flowers and spending time with her again? Maybe while you were busy juggling two wives, you forgot to remind her who she is to you. Maybe remind her of that again… even if it means Sonia having to take a backseat for now.” Maboko.

I see Ona nodding his head.

“Knowing Thabi, she’s a hard nut to crack. So don’t let it end with the flowers and time. Spoil her with support. She’s very passionate about this school of hers, she’s even forgot that we are only cleaning money at that place. So be her assistant if you must…” I say.

“Nna? Assistant? I have a country to run.” Ona.

“Re teng! We will help you. We can run the place for a month or two. Go and get your wife back. If she’s who you want and she’s who you say she is that’s making you miss her so much, she will help you be a king regardless of where you are”, I say.

“I agree with Khotso. Ona, as indoda… we need to understand that asilimali ndawo uma sizithoba before the women that we love. Zithobe, Onaleruna. If that’s who you want… zithobe.” Pope.

Ona is hesitant, but he nods his head in agreement.

Home.

Oh, my favourite place in the world.

Today, I’m actually on time for dinner.

I find my gorgeous fiancé busy preparing the table for dinner.

“Hello, my love”, I greet her.

“Hey you”, she says. She even kisses me.

I lift her up and spin her around a bit. I find her body interesting. She’s short and slim. But she’s so curvy… my hands just love her.

“How are you?” I ask her.

“I’m fine. I fired the nurse.” She says.

“Why?” That woman barely said a word. What did she do? Forget to change a bandaid or something.

“She was shamelessly flirting with my dad… buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned. She was five minutes away from having an affair with him.”

I actually can’t help but laugh. Yoh, monna oe!

“So you fired her? Maybe he just wanted to test if everything still works after the surgery.” I say.

“Khotso… akere that’s why he has Celia? Why doesn’t he test with her?”

“At least ubuwa seSotho. I’m proud.”

She laughs.

I laugh.

“He must do better. He’s too old for such things!” She says.

“Men don’t outgrow their appetite, baby.”

“What are you trying to say? So le wena you’ll be looking kanti you want me to be your wife? Kungcono siyeke phela. Ngoba mina ngeke ngikhone phela.”

Why must she bring it back to us?

“This has nothing to do with us. You and I are different.” I tell her.

“Kodwa nawe you had quite the appetite, angisho? Mina ke, ngeke ngiwumele lowo doti! Kuyoshunq’ uzulu!”

“I don’t even understand what you’ve just said to me. But baby, I’m not going to cheat on you. You are more than enough for me. I love you. And I won’t cheat on you. Kea o tshepisa, msadi waka.”

“U sure?” She asks me.

“Very sure.” I say, pulling her closer to kiss her.

“Hello papa.” Rena.

“Hi papa”, Moloko.

They’ve just climbed down the stairs and are at the table.

“Le jwang?” I ask them.

“We are good.” Moloko.

Rena is still giving me attitude because of her boyfriend. Aowa!

“Rena, keng ka wena?” I ask her.

“Nothing. Ke shup.” She says.

“I asked you how you are. I’m waiting for my answer.”

“I’m fine, papa.”