"Tiana just landed at the airport. There is no one to take her home."
"No one?" I almost laughed. "Fine, call one of our fifty drivers."
"You know how I feel about drivers."
Daniel had almost been kidnapped by a driver when he was younger so he had decided that only me or him could drive Jordan. It was mostly me. He also preferred to drive his parents and close friends by himself. Except that Tiana just wasn't any old friend. She was his first love and their love story had been paused by the fact that she went to a different college overseas.
"It doesn't matter how you feel. You have a son now." I reminded him.
"Tiana doesn't have anyone here. She's like my family."
But Tiana was more than a sister to Daniel. I have always had my suspicions but I had never been able to prove that they had rekindled their love relationship.
All I know is that since my husband got Tiana's new contact details he had not been the same. His trips overseas had also increased. That was also when our fights started.
"You can't expect us to find our way. This place is lonely. There are no taxis."
"Get out now! Both of you!"
"At least get one of the drivers to pick us up. You're not seriously going to leave us out in the street right?"
I was wrong about my husband.
He left us on the side of the road and we had to trek towards the school. I could already see my fragile baby slipping. I caught him and placed his hand around my shoulder. Jordan shouldn't be walking this much.
"Honey, let's go home. You can take the exam next year." I told him.
"No. I'm a Valente. A Valente never fails. I have to." There were tears in his eyes.
If there was one thing I could not stand, it was the tears in Daniel's eyes. He tried hard not to cry, but when he did, it was often for a serious reason.
"Please, Jordan. I will speak to your father."
"I will not forgive myself if I don't do this." He stared at his wristwatch. "How far away are we?"
If Daniel were driving us, we would still be about twenty minutes away from the school, but since we were walking, we were two hours away.
Jordan's exams were to start in an hour but I didn't want to tell him how far from the school we were. One of the doctor's directives was that we should always try to keep Jordan emotionally regulated. Never too happy. Never too sad.