“Yes. As soon as Tumi signs the divorce papers, you will have access to Joy. You can see him on holidays and weekends.” Mandisa said tiredly. She desperately wanted to get out of there.
“Change that to Sindi having Joy for holidays and weekends and we have a deal.”
“Joy remains with Sindi full time and you and your son get access. That is the deal, take it or leave it.” Mandisa said between clenched teeth. Rose looked at the document then up at her.
“No deal.” She said smugly. “It appears that you are backed into a corner.” Rose said going to the table and dropping the document on top of Mandisa’s briefcase. Next to the briefcase she removed an A4 envelope and threw it in a bin. Mandisa paid no attention to what Rose’s hands were doing. Her eyes were fully focused on Rose’s face. “Now why I say that is because you are here two days before the court case to make a deal with me? Why is that, I wonder. Trying to score points with my son?” Rose turned to her with a nauseating smile.
“I don’t give a damn about your son! You lot may be born in life of leisure but inside where is matters, you are all rotten. I’ll rather die and burn in hell for all eternity than try and score points with your son.”
“Wow that is a mouthful.” Rose said. “What do you think of that Tebogo?”
Mandisa turned around and found Tebogo standing by the door with his lawyer in tow.
“I’ll say me and Miss Dladla are on the same page.” Tebogo answered and walked across the room hardly sparing Mandisa a look. “Where are the documents mother?”
“On top of her briefcase.” Rose said sitting down on a couch decoratively.
“Miss Dladla is not very much happy with our offer, she wants joint custody with Joy spending the holidays and weekends with us.”
Tebogo looked at his mother.
“That is not what we want!” Mandisa said feeling like she was in the pit of hell and surrounded by demons. “Sindi doesn’t want to go to court or fight you any further and I can’t force her so we propose this.”
Tebogo looked at her but Mandisa refused to meet his eyes. She didn’t trust herself not to burst into tears. If she had any dignity left, Tebogo Motsepe will never know how much she loved him or how much he had hurt her. Just being in the same room with him was pure torture. Her knees were getting weak and her spirit was failing her. It hurt – it hurt so badly it was all she could do not to rip her heart out and let him have it on a platter.