ALEXANDER

"I will drive," Rubby offered when we got to my car.

"I will call him," I replied, referring to my driver, who had been absent for some time; he had taken a leave to take care of his sick sister.

"Don't bother him, I will drive okay," Rubby pressed, till I had no choice but to succumb.

She climbed into the driver's seat, and soon, we headed home.

"I suppose his name is Mr Andrew huh?" I asked my mom the moment I met her.

"Alex, we can talk about this some other time; ...