CHAPTER 59
SHLOBOSENKOSI MAVIMBELAI have never in my life found myself in a
situation like the one that happened today. I
take full responsibility for it, but I’m so pissed
at Nonku for running to my mother with our
personal issues.
This is not how I wanted MaZikode to find out
about Naledi; I planned to sit her down and
explain my matters of the heart in a setting I
had control over. Now it’s all chaotic, my
mother sees me as a cheat and Naledi as the
mistress. To her this is the repeat of my late
father and Thalente’s mother.
She spoke my ear off the entire drive to
Mahlabathini. I couldn’t even get a word in.
She said a lot but I didn’t take any of it to
heart; mama is just hurt and disappointed in
me but as soon as she has calmed down and
I’ve explained she will have no choice but to
understand. If she truly cares about my
happiness and peace she will accept Naledi
and give her a chance as her future daughter
in-law.
I dropped my mother off, didn’t even go inside
the house. I couldn’t waste an extra minute,
the woman in my house needs to be reassured
that I’m in-love with her and no one else. I
have to make sure that she believes that
Nonku is in the past and the can never be
another woman for me, only her. She is what
my heart needs, I will choose her over and
over. I mean it when I say I love her and I fear
losing her. I know it’s not been long since we
met, but the heart wants what it wants and
it will never rest till it gets it.
I get to my house and my heart starts
thudding against my chest, I’m fuckin
nervous. I am not sure how Naledi is right
now; I managed to subdue her with mind
blowing sex earlier on but now she has had
time to think about everything and get all
rilled up. She might be fuming, waiting to give
me her piece of mind then end things between
us. She managed to leave her ex because of a
similar situation. I am just hoping and praying
that what we share is not something she can
let go of easily. I’m crossing fingers that the
spell I cast on her is as strong as the one she
cast on me.
I walk into the house and it’s graveyard at
midnight silent. Maybe she’s in the bedroom
sleeping, all the thinking and crying must
have made her tired. I turn the handle and
push the door open, Naledi is not on the bed.
My bloods pressure surely rises, I quickly open
the adjoining bathroom door and nothing.
Calm down, Shlobo. She might be in the
garden, the breeze out there is nice and
soothing. I walk out of the bedroom with my
palms sweating, to find my girlfriend, who is
hopefully outside. Disappointment washes
over me when I don’t find her in the garden.
There’s a room I have to check in the house
before going to look at the camera footage in
my study for answers.
Her suitcase is not in my walk in closet, she’s
gone, Naledi has left me. I feel an intense
ache in my heart, a feeling I hate so much.
This cannot be the end of us, she cannot end
our relationship because of this. Yes, it’s
messed up but I love her. I swear nothing of
this kind will happen again. I will not even
look at another woman, only her. I take a
deep breath and head to my study.
I pull out a chair and settle down, powering
the monitor on. I go through the earlier
footage and I see her leaving through the
small gate with her bag, this was shortly
after MaZikode and I left. Her mind was
already made up when I was on top of her
making love. I throw my head back and close
my eyes for a second.
I take out my cellphone from the pocket of
my shorts and dial her number, it takes me
straight to voicemail. It could only mean one
of two things, she’s flying back to
Johannesburg or she switched off her phone
right after checking into a hotel so I don’t
reach her. What do I do now? I just cannot sit
here while I don’t know what’s happening
with my baby. I’m the only person she knows
in Durban and God knows I would never
forgive myself if anything happens to her.
Damn you Nonku for bringing my mother here
and ruining things for me.
KHWEZIKAZI GUMBI
“Fuck off, Khwezi,” Mthandazo says through
gritted teeth. He’s livid, I’ve only ever seen
him this way once. I have been outside his
house for 1 hour straight, pressing the
intercom for their attention. He didn’t want
to give in but my persistence pissed him off
and he finally came out.
“I’m sorry, I honestly don’t know what came
over me. I have been so lonely and I sought
comfort and company from the first person
that gave me attention. I hate that it had to
be my student, I hate it more now that I
know that Nhlangano was our daughters
boyfriend. I didn’t mean for any of this, please
forgive me,” I get on my knees, rubbing my
hands together. This is not an act, I truly am
sorry. Zekhethelo is the last person I wanted
to hurt. I mean I’ve been praying that our
relationship gets better when she finally turns
18 and can make her own decisions.
” You’re a venomous snake, Khwezikazi. You
destroy everything you touch. You deserve to
be miserable in your life. Stay away from my
daughter and I,” he’s wagging a finger at me.
“I will change, Mtha. I promise to check
myself into rehab and stay clean. I just need a
chance to turn my life around, please give it
to me,” he chuckles.
“You’re such a joke, leave before I call my
security people,” he says and turns to leave
me crying at his gate.
.
.
.
Oh this hurts, it hurts so bad. My life is
spiraling out of cintrol. I have destroyed any
chance of mending my relationship with Ze.
On the other hand my career is going up in
smoke, there’s no coming back from this. My
relationship with Nhlangano will be the
reason why no other school will want to be
associated with me. Yes, he’s 18 years old and
everything was consentual but I’ll still be
looked at as a pedophile. How did it all get
here? Oh, I know. If Nhlangano didn’t give me
hope with his dad then I wouldn’t have been
rejected after putting myself on the spot.
After Shlobo turned me down I felt humiliated
and the only way I thought I’d feel better
about myself was to seduce his son and see if
he could handle what he didn’t want. I
shouldn’t have taken things that far, I am a
big girl and I was suppose to handle rejection
better.
I unlock my door and step inside. What the
fuck? Mphikeleli, Nhlangano’s biological father
is sitting on the couch watching TV. How the
fuck did this guy get into my apartment? I
walk into the lounge and stand infront of the
TV with arms folded across my chest. He
heaves a heavy sigh before removing his legs
from my coffee table, bloody pig.
“How did you get in?” I ask.
“Through the door,” I roll my eyes.
Is he trying to be funny?
“Obviously. What I want to know is how you
opened the door because I locked it. Plus, you
don’t stay in this building, how did you get
through the gate?” he chuckles.
“You are asking me too many stupid
questions,” I gasp in shock. Insulting me in my
own house? “What you should be asking me is
what brings me over,” he adds and I narrow
my eyes.
“I am listening,” I hope he’s not here to
blackmail me again. The last time he showed
up was when he wanted me to help him get
Nhlangano to believe his story over Shlobo’s. I
managed to do that and he now has a
relationship with his son while Nhlangano and
the man that raised him struggle to get
along.
“I hear Shlobo found out about you and my
son and he’s fucking up your life,” He
obviously heard the tea from his son.
“Yeah, that means you nolonger have anything
to hold over my head,” he nods.
“That’s very true,” if he knows then why the
hell is he here?
“I don’t have the whole day. Tell me what
you’re doing here or leave,” he crosses his legs.
“You’re in a bad mood. I have something that
will definitely make you feel good,” he fishes
for something from his pocket and comes
back with a small packet of white powder.
“Do I look like a junkie to you?” I ask with an
attitude, but deep down I want to snatch it
from him and snort all of it.
“Cut the bull,” he says, laughing at me. Mother
fucker knows that I use. I won’t even bother
wondering how. “You don’t have to worry
about your next fix, it will always be on me,”
I’d be jumping up and down but I know better.
“What’s the catch?” he smiles wickedly.
“Something that will benefit us both,”
“And what’s that?” I settle down on the edge
of the couch, my eyes on the cocain in his
hand.
“Shlobo fucked the both of us over. He is a
selfish son of a bitch that needs to be taught
a lesson. We need to hit him where it will
hurt the most,” this is interesting.
“Tell me more,” he licks his lower lip and leans
in, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Nhlangano is his whole life. We take him, we
break Shlobo…”