#29 He stops and turn my way, I don’t know why I stopped him, I don’t know what to say to him. I feel like telling him to go but Im not. I like lunga too, but am I willing to put an end to my marriage? Sandile did say he wants us to patch things up and if his reasoning for that was more solid than it being the sake of our kids and parents I wouldn’t have thought twice about it. then there is the mathapelo his woman I heard him tell her he loves her. I miss being loved, I want to be loved but am I willing to sacrifice it all for lunga remains unanswered question that is bound to keep me up all night in deep thought and dire need of a solution. Lunga stalks back to the bed, his gaze fixed on me. Me:” I… lunga” words fail me I don’t know what to say to him. me:” sleep tight lunga” he raises his eyebrow in astonishment, Im sure he is hoping I was going to tell him what he wants to hear but I cant. Lunga:” you can do better than that lethu, come on” I decide to change the direction me:” the clothes in your closet?” lunga:” they are my mother’s” me:” oh” lunga:” Im not seeing anyone lethu and I’ve never had a live-in partner either.” Me:” ok, good night” lunga:” good night” my hope is to see him walking out but we don’t always get what we want do we? He remains standing on the spot, his eyes still on me. Im starting to feelin really uncomfortable every passing millisecond. Me:” is there something else you would like to share?” lunga:” no” my question is asked to get him moving but it seems I have failed yet again to get him out. I decide to be more practical. I slip under the covers and pull the duvet cover over my head and close my eyes but I hear no movement in the form of him going out. a few seconds later I hear it but instead of it moving further and further away its coming closer to the other side of the bed. My whole body stiffens at the prospect of sharing a bed with another man. He slips under the covers as well and move close to me until our bodies are touching. His cold arms creep slowly around my body, his cold hard chest feels like a cold wall against my back but not even once do I try to move away from him instead I feel more sluggish then before and I fall into a deep peaceful sleep. I wake up in the morning to two voices speaking on the passage, that of a female who sound a bit older but the way she articulates her words gives me the impression that she is the type of woman who is aging only in numbers but not in heart and spirit. the second voice is that of lunga’s when did he wake up I wonder?. I close my eyes again but quickly open them and jump out of bed. I quickly get dressed, make the bed and I sit waiting for them to move away so I can quickly go to the bathroom, better yet make a clean exit without being seen. After what seems like forever the voices fade away, I wait for 30 seconds before going out and into the bathroom I go, faster than superman I tell you. I wash my face and brush my teeth and it is then that I realise that my purse is in the lounge. So much for my clean get away, I hear foot steps that that walk past the bathroom door and in a matter of minutes the foot steps return and are at an halt at the door and that is followed by a knock. “ lethu are you in here? I want you to meet someone” me:” I’ll be right out” lunga:” ok we are in the kitchen” me:” ok see you shortly” I can hear him walk off. I’m done but Im feeling nervous about going out, I remain in the bathroom for a few minutes longer until I convince myself that i’m ready to go out. I compose myself, open the door and walk out to the kitchen. the closer I get the more clearer and louder the voices become, I get to the kitchen lunga is preparing breakfast while the tall petite lady is telling him some story that he find funny. Me:” good morning” she turns my way and I get to see her face clearly. She has on a 26 inch Brazilian lace wig, artificial lashes that seem to be wearing heavy on her eye lids. Her make up is perfectly done. She is wearing an over the knee black pencil skirt with black stockings, a red pair of stilettos a black satin blouse and a red blazer. My overall view this woman is she is a beauty and I cant estimate her age but I can see that she has seen more Christmas than she would be willing to share…
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