{"id":535,"date":"2026-01-21T15:56:46","date_gmt":"2026-01-21T15:56:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/?p=535"},"modified":"2026-01-21T15:56:46","modified_gmt":"2026-01-21T15:56:46","slug":"a-bride-for-hire-novel-chapter-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/a-bride-for-hire-novel-chapter-6\/","title":{"rendered":"A BRIDE FOR HIRE Novel Chapter 6"},"content":{"rendered":"
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A BRIDE FOR HIRE<\/div>\n
CHAPTER SIX<\/div>\n
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Nqobile<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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It\u2019s buzzing in this place, girls are shaking their booty; boys are filling up the tables; the Dj is rocking by himself in his booth; the bodyguards keep bopping their heads; bartenders are sweating from twirling like ballerinas from one end of the bar to the other picking up orders. And here I am, moping aimlessly in my little corner, venting to Beauty of all people.<\/div>\n
She has no room for complaining though, this was her idea. I was ready to be done for the day and go back home to try my clothes on and sit in my misery but she somehow managed to get my out the slumber and hit the club.<\/div>\n
My phone has been ringing ever since we left Galleria, \u2018my nanny\u2019 was calling then an unknown number followed. A part of me wanted to believe it belonged to a certain someone, that thought immediately perished once I reminded myself that that man hasn\u2019t even asked me how I am doing today.<\/div>\n
Why would he care which one of the Makotis I\u2019m hanging out with?<\/div>\n
\u201cAnother shot, barman! Add a touch of \u2018fusegi\u2019 and \u2018fok this life shit\u2019 \u2013 I\u2019ll be better after that.\u201d I shout to the cartoon figure standing in front of me.<\/div>\n
He kinda looks like the negro version of beast boy.<\/div>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t mind her sir, give us a glass of ice please.\u201d Beauty must not bore me by turning into the beast.<\/div>\n
We were having a good time just now!<\/div>\n
\u201cBeauty, Beauty stop ruining my fun time. What am I going to do with ice? Ngimithi mina?\u201d I want alcohol, a beverage with a sprinkle of heartbreak and some chaos.<\/div>\n
I no dey want peace, I dey want chaos!<\/div>\n
\u201cYou are drunk out of your mind, little girl, can\u2019t you see yourself?\u201d she yanks me by gripping my elbow.<\/div>\n
My eyes take a trip around their sockets, \u201cHow am I supposed to see myself? I can\u2019t even see my toes. Wait a minute, I can\u2019t see my toes Beauty! I can\u2019t see my toes.\u201d My heart starts thudding and raving in my chest.<\/div>\n
My skin heats up like pins and needles are poking through. It\u2019s terrible.<\/div>\n
\u201cShut up dammit, your toes are inside your shoes.\u201d<\/div>\n
Oh! Well, I couldn\u2019t feel them so what did she expect.<\/div>\n
The barman comes back after some minutes with a whole jug of ice and swings it to me. Nangu umhlola ung\u2019hlolela!<\/div>\n
Does he know who I am? I am Nqobile kayi-1, I\u2019ll beat him upside down, he\u2019ll join that absent father of his.<\/div>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t order ice, I said can I have a shot. What am I supposed to do with H20? Do you know that chemical compound or your corpus callosum was defeated in Grade 3?\u201d I\u2019m half leaned over the counter, glaring directly into his ugly soulless eyes just as he is boring into mine.<\/div>\n
\u201cNxa.\u201d He clicks his tongue and throws his towel over his shoulder.<\/div>\n
\u201cYeah go off like that, your brain can\u2019t even function on a cognitive reasoning level. Exercise before your brain rots irreversibly, Kitchen girl.\u201d Free piece of advise!<\/div>\n
He returns to us trying to look mean, little does he know I live with an angry human robot. Those emoji faces don\u2019t phase me.<\/div>\n
\u201cGet your friend.\u201d He\u2019s talking to Beauty, I\u2019m the friend I suppose.<\/div>\n
I\u2019m waiting for her to \u2018get me\u2019 but she doesn\u2019t. Instead I see her getting pissed off too.<\/div>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t talk to me like that, I\u2019m not your buddy. Get us a shot.\u201d That\u2019s right!<\/div>\n
He\u2019s still standing, clenching his jaw and flexing a fist on the counter of the bar, where Beauty and I will see. Do we care? I think not.<\/div>\n
\u201cOr do I call Mlamuli Ximba perhaps?\u201d she frowns upon him, a gesture to get a move on. And it works.<\/div>\n
He returns with our shots a minute later and completely disappears afterwards.<\/div>\n
\u201cAfter these, we are leaving Nqobile.\u201d She whispers lies in my ear.<\/div>\n
I\u2019m not going anywhere, utshwala is life!<\/div>\n
\u201cSit here and don\u2019t piss anyone off, I\u2019m going to the restroom.\u201d Beauty says.<\/div>\n
I nod and gives a thumbs up. Once out of my sight, I pull out my phone and call my sister Olwemihla for a chat. It\u2019s been such a long time since we spoke and really got to unpack things.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cHello.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHey my bitch!\u201d I couldn\u2019t contain the excitement. I wish she was here, I know had we been drinking together it would have been much more fun than this.<\/div>\n
\u201cHhayi-bo, who is this?\u201d uhh only her favorite sister in the world?<\/div>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s me, Nqobile. I called you to vent, mfazi. I\u2019m so angry you know, I keep trying to bury my feelings and get over myself but each time I try to rise again I\u2019m hit with a brick wall. Olwe, why would my father do this to me mara? After I\u2019ve helped him with that depreciating congregation of wizards and hoes of his; it was my NSFAS money that helped him build those walls. And today he is thanking me with this? How could he do that?\u201d I take the second shot and give my sister some time to respond, she\u2019s been gasping and praying over the phone, which is odd. She even sounds like an old person.<\/div>\n
\u201c\u2026 in the mighty name of Je\u2026\u201d she\u2019s very boring today.<\/div>\n
\u201cRemember when Dorrin\u2019s husband found out she is busy with after nine prayers with Baba and he wanted to kill Baba for that? I saved him, Olwemihla. Baba would be dead by now, I used to be on guard whilst he exchanged holy spirits mouth-ically with MaNgobese. I would carry his secrets with me same way he carried his bible every Sunday. Today I\u2019m his enemy? I refuse sisi!\u201d I hate what is happening between my father and I because I don\u2019t understand where it is coming from. With MaKhanyile I can almost understand because she always had a preference and I was never on the list. Baba on the other hand? Everything was rosy until one day, it wasn\u2019t.<\/div>\n
\u201cNqobile my child, come to church tomorrow for Wednesday prayers yezwa sisi?\u201d<\/div>\n
I chuckle, \u201cI rather open a toll gate for birds than waste my time and energy with that. Look I have to go, we\u2019ll talk sis. I love you.\u201d Swiftly, I switch off my phone and drop it in my pocket before Beauty gets here.<\/div>\n
At her age she still turns heads, some dude whistles for her to come join his table, an invite she responds to with a murderous look.<\/div>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough chaos, we are heading home Nqobile.\u201d A couple of notes leave her purse, that guy from earlier is the one who collects our bill. He doesn\u2019t seem angry anymore, or he\u2019s just happy to see us leave his boss\u2019s bar.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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It\u2019s pitch black outside and my legs keep rubbing together for heat because it\u2019s so freaking cold. I should have bought a jacket or gown for that short nightie purchase. I guess I\u2019ll freeze to the death, it\u2019s not like my life is a big deal.<\/div>\n
\u201cThank you mamezala, thank you for today.\u201d I never knew I needed this so much.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhatever, I needed it more than you.\u201d Awe, why is she pretending not to like me? I know she\u2019s fond of me.<\/div>\n
My index finger runs on the side of her face, down to her lips and my intrusive thoughts win, I\u2019m already poking her lips to check if it\u2019s filler or natural plums. I can\u2019t tell.<\/div>\n
\u201cWill you stop being so vexing, god!\u201d she swats away my hand.<\/div>\n
I wanna see her nose next, this woman fascinates me. She has a beauty that only mankind can make, too much perfection and I want that for myself too.<\/div>\n
\u201cTell me something, how do I become a desirable 50 cents?\u201d I ask, my head half out the window and half in.<\/div>\n
I\u2019m trying to defeat the drowsiness.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhy do you want to know? Doesn\u2019t your Bakho love you just the way you are?\u201d<\/div>\n
My feelings dampen. I can\u2019t hide this time, the way that nigga has been rejecting me is a little painful.<\/div>\n
\u201cNo one desires me, Beauty. Somehow though, I\u2019m always the available option.\u201d I wipe my tears with the back of my hand.<\/div>\n
\u201cBecause you allow yourself to be, you think doing good will get you positive outcomes? Look around you sleeping beauty, if that was the case then why does Satan rule the world?\u201d<\/div>\n
I snap my neck lifting my head up, \u201cSatan doesn\u2019t rule the world.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHave you seen what\u2019s happening out there? You think God is still in charge here?\u201d how did we reach this conversation again?<\/div>\n
I return to my window and close my eyes slowly, letting the wind gush over my face and hair. It\u2019s as if every bad experience I\u2019ve had in life is blowing away with the wind and it\u2019s such a relief.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The cream white walls and tar driveway currently full of cars strikes me half sober. I\u2019m drunk, I\u2019m drunk as in I\u2019ve been drinking.<\/div>\n
Yeses! This is not my house and yet I have the audacity to waltz in drunk? What brand of disrespectfulism is this?<\/div>\n
I climb out the car and take deep breaths, fiddling with my cuticles. Beauty doesn\u2019t come out of the car with me, tf!<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d I ask, looking back.<\/div>\n
\u201cGoing home, take your luggage out the boot.\u201d Cold as ice, she delivers her biggest F you of the night.<\/div>\n
My flabbers are totally gasted. I thought we were in this rebellion together? Powerpuff girls gone bad, when did the memo shift?<\/div>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t go inside there alone, come with me please.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cYou will be fine just say you have a sugar rush then go to bed.\u201d I know she didn\u2019t just say that!<\/div>\n
I can barely walk to the boot without putting my life on the line, these legs are noodles. And to avoid coming back millions of times, I grab two handfuls of my shopping bags and tip toe carefully towards the house.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat the heck are you doing?\u201d<\/div>\n
She must get out of my business, isn\u2019t that\u2019s what we do?<\/div>\n
I can\u2019t believe I fell for her games, what if this \u2026 I just have to make it past Mr X.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The front door opens but I\u2019m not sure when exactly I held the door handle. Magic I guess. I step in the dark house and immediately crash against something. It\u2019s breathing really heavy above my head.<\/div>\n
I have to explain why I\u2019m drunk? Yoh.<\/div>\n
\u201cMr X. I bought you three belts.\u201d I say and spread my lips wide in a smile, shoving the shopping bags in his face.<\/div>\n
He doesn\u2019t say anything, he just continues breathing extremely loudly. His chest is moving up and down on my forehead.<\/div>\n
\u201cBungobakho, she was with me.\u201d Her guilty conscience rose the dead I see.<\/div>\n
\u201cGo to your bedroom, Zimpambosi zomfula.\u201d Huh, six words.<\/div>\n
Impressive.<\/div>\n
He looks down at me, \u201cNqobile.\u201d He calls me by name.<\/div>\n
I frown and still do as I was instructed none the less. I\u2019m barely walking, in isiZulu we call it ukuchutha \u2013 that\u2019s what I\u2019m doing because I fear stumbling around and making a bigger fool of myself.<\/div>\n
\u201cWenzani?\u201d Mini pops up from the passage I\u2019m heading to and asks me what am I doing.<\/div>\n
I put my finger on my lips and say, \u201cSssshh.\u201d Very softly.<\/div>\n
He nods, still looking at me weird but he joins my sneaking. Walking by my side in my small steps. Once we reach the bedroom I take a deep breath and collapse on top of the bed.<\/div>\n
\u201cUzosha iziqhomu utshwala.\u201d He laughs, taking off my shoes for me.<\/div>\n
That saying is a myth, I\u2019ve never seen my neighbor with burnt cheeks but she drinks alcohol more than water.<\/div>\n
\u201cAm I in trouble?\u201d I groan I to my pillow.<\/div>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know, but your boyfriend is angry at your mother in-law more than you.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d I don\u2019t believe it, he can\u2019t not be angry with me, not after I disrespected his house.<\/div>\n
\u201cEh I\u2019m telling you, he came in the house guns blazing. He immediately took off his tie and loosened his buttons, ebaba I saw his hairline shift in real-time. After he called umfazi wephepha six times, he called Baba and told him to put his wife in her lane.\u201d Shut up, there ain\u2019t no way.<\/div>\n
It’s hard but I manage to get myself up and sit upright instead because I need to hear all of this.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat did baba say?\u201d I whisper back.<\/div>\n
\u201cWe didn\u2019t hear what he said, but your boyfriend was ready to choke slam all of us. You could see the love burning inside his eyes.\u201d<\/div>\n
I scoff, \u201cNow you are making things up.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cI was checking if you\u2019re still delusional. Usemasimbeni.\u201d He confirms that indeed I am in deep shit.<\/div>\n
I face palm myself, since when am I so careless?<\/div>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t mean to get drunk.\u201d I groan, almost tear into tears while at it.<\/div>\n
\u201cSave them, you will need them later. Just don\u2019t use whatever Beauty told you to fight him, that woman is dangerous.\u201d Everyone keeps saying that and I don\u2019t see it, sure she is evil but not in the way they portray her.<\/div>\n
\u201cI think she is a good person, somewhere deep, deep, deep down in her heart.\u201d I protest.<\/div>\n
\u201cHo ho ho, Merry father Christmas. Do you have more bags in the car?\u201d<\/div>\n
I nod and drive myself back on my pillow. It\u2019s so soft and plush on the face, it\u2019s the exact feeling I needed to fall asleep.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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My bedroom feels heavy, like something is lurking in the shadows waiting for a chance to hit me with sleep paralysis. Then that cologne hits my nostrils, it\u2019s very distinct in the layers it has. I decide to trust my eyes not to deceive me and open them wide to check the room.<\/div>\n
I curl further up my headboard when I see Bungobakho sitting on a chair facing the bed, arms folded over his chest and head lowered with his eyes closed.<\/div>\n
How long has he been sleeping there?<\/div>\n
\u201cDid I wake you?\u201d<\/div>\n
What the \u2013<\/div>\n
He\u2019s not sleeping? I crunch up the duvet and hug myself with it.<\/div>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d I\u2019m answering in a blur, brain fog is still very much a problem of mine.<\/div>\n
\u201cI\u2019d like us to talk, Nqobile.\u201d He\u2019s still sitting with his head hanging low and eyes closed by the way, so now I\u2019m not sure if this is truly him or maybe it\u2019s a Ximba ancestor.<\/div>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d I ask with precautions.<\/div>\n
\u201cI will wait for you in the living room, get dressed.\u201d He says and gets up from the chair to walk out.<\/div>\n
I think about what Mini said to me earlier, is this the shit he was talking about? I change into a pinafore real fast and make my way to the living room too.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The lights are off but there\u2019s still some light. Mr X is seated on the one sitter couch facing the only other one sitter couch. He hasn\u2019t changed into pajamas or anything, did he even get any sleep?<\/div>\n
I sit opposite him and force my eyes not to look tipsy.<\/div>\n
There\u2019s a harsh silence between us, he\u2019s not speaking nor is he looking at me. I feel like that is a gesture he is making for me to go first.<\/div>\n
\u201cIm\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cAsk me.\u201d He ousts first.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I whisper.<\/div>\n
\u201cAsk me what you have been wanting to know, Nqobile.\u201d There\u2019s something I\u2019ve been wanting to know?<\/div>\n
Sheesh! I barely remember who was president the year I was born, I don\u2019t think I will be able to remember everything I\u2019ve always wanted to ask Mr X since we met.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d uh mara Kay?<\/div>\n
Why did I just do that to myself?<\/div>\n
Luckily he responds without throwing a bitch fit.<\/div>\n
\u201cBungobakho Xolani Ximba. What\u2019s yours?\u201d<\/div>\n
That gets me by surprise. I wasn\u2019t expecting that really, I thought this was my mic.<\/div>\n
\u201cNqobile Goqo.\u201d<\/div>\n
He bops his lowered head slowly, \u201cPleasure knowing you, Nqobile Goqo.\u201d He says.<\/div>\n
\u201cHow old are you?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201c34, I\u2019m turning 35 in May. And yourself?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201c26 years old, I turned 26 in January.\u201d<\/div>\n
His head rises for the first time, blood shot eyes stare at me for only a hot minute then he faces down again.<\/div>\n
\u201cYou are still young, Nqobile.\u201d I don\u2019t like him using my name, this is my fresh start, a new life. It needs a new name.<\/div>\n
\u201cYeah, I am. Weren\u2019t you aware prior the lobola?\u201d I\u2019m not even asking in a rude manner but the way his body tensed up and he stopped swaying, you\u2019d think he felt offended.<\/div>\n
\u201cI had no prior knowledge of you.\u201d Oh, it\u2019s worse.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhy did you approach my sister with this marriage proposal?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cMy answer may vary from my reasoning then to the reasoning I have now. Are you still interested to hear it?\u201d what could have changed in such a short span of time?<\/div>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d I nod.<\/div>\n
\u201cMy father and I haven\u2019t been in the best shape for a couple of years, there has been a strain in our relationship that I can never trace. I made my blunders in the past, I\u2019d like to assume he made me pay for them. The present proves me wrong, he\u2019s still distant. His obsession with family made me assume if I bring him a daughter in-law, his walls will soften enough to accommodate my truth. That was the plan with your sister.\u201d Awe, I just want to hug him and tell him it\u2019s not his job to make his father see him.<\/div>\n
I choose peace over chaos this time and shut my mouth.<\/div>\n
\u201cDo you still think that can work?\u201d I ask.<\/div>\n
He shrugs, \u201cI am not certain to be honest with you, Nqobile.\u201d My name just doesn\u2019t feel right coming from his mouth.<\/div>\n
\u201cAre you angry with me?\u201d<\/div>\n
His head lifts again, the space between his eyes folds in layers of skin as he frowns. \u201cContext?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cI mean, \u2018Go to your bedroom, Nqobile\u2019 didn\u2019t really sound cute to me.\u201d I mimic his barking earlier.<\/div>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t angry at you, I am angry at your carelessness and my failure to prevent any harm coming to you. I bought you here, you are my responsibility and I didn\u2019t protect that enough.\u201d This is the first time he has had any facial expression besides anger.<\/div>\n
\u201cI wouldn\u2019t say you failed\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cI did, I\u2019m not pained to admit my shortcomings. I\u2019ll do better, however in order to achieve that I need you to help me too and start listening Zimpambosi zomfula.\u201d His anger has subsided. Good.<\/div>\n
We\u2019re having a normal conversation now, looking one another in the eye without coiling.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cIs this about Beauty?\u201d how I wish to roll my eyes at this conversation. He could have done without the dictatorship.<\/div>\n
\u201cNo, it\u2019s regarding your safety \u2013 Beauty is an extension of the problem and I won\u2019t be addressing that because I\u2019d like to believe you\u2019re more than capable of deciphering what\u2019s good or bad for you. My only word is that you remain sober minded throughout your interactions with anyone in this family\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
I\u2019ve only been drunk once!<\/div>\n
\u201cI won\u2019t drink again, Xolani.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cPlease do not do that, ngicela ungang\u2019ngeni emlomeni. What I meant by sober mind is your influence, do not have interactions with people solely based on your emotional influence. Be wary of everything, if you feel unsafe you call me immediately.\u201d Yeah I get that and all but c\u2019mon, aren\u2019t they stretching this a little too far?<\/div>\n
She brought me back today without a single scratch.<\/div>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think Beauty would hurt me.\u201d Wait, okay so maybe I am a bit bias at the moment. I guess that\u2019s why he didn\u2019t say anything afterwards just to let it sink in for me till the kak has been filtered.<\/div>\n
\u201cI see what you mean.\u201d There\u2019s no shame in admitting that I flopped because I did, big time.<\/div>\n
\u201cIm glad you see it, Zimpambosi zomfula.\u201d His lips soften, I wouldn\u2019t call it a smile but it\u2019s definitely a win for me.<\/div>\n
\u201cBy the way, who came up with?\u201d<\/div>\n
He chuckles, \u201cDon\u2019t tell me it\u2019s an ick.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cNo, not at all. It\u2019s very different I like it. I\u2019ve just always wondered why you know? You could have called me Sobahle or Mwelase, something of that nature. I also hope me calling you Mr X is not an issue.\u201d Please don\u2019t tell me I\u2019m jumping the gun, I just started enjoying the conversation for the first time.<\/div>\n
His scruffy beard shakes as a quick laugh rumbles from his chest, \u201cWhy Mr X again?\u201d he asks me frowning.<\/div>\n
\u201cI think it\u2019s captivating, it leaves somethings to the imagination and I like it better than calling you Msuthu \u2013 that one is too serious. So do I have your permission?\u201d I can finally sit more relaxingly.<\/div>\n
You know tuck my feet under my butt and all.<\/div>\n
\u201cYes, Zimpambosi zomfula, I don\u2019t mind.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWere all those men your brothers?\u201d I\u2019ve been to dive into that and what exactly is it they were doing in the AMs that required knives to be wiped.<\/div>\n
\u201cYes, some are from my father\u2019s brothers and others from uBaba directly. They wanted to greet you properly, I\u2019m the one who refused.\u201d<\/div>\n
My eyes do the judging, because why would you do that Mr X!?<\/div>\n
\u201cNo, not because I\u2019m a psycho. As I said before, I\u2019m the one who brought you to this family Sobahle, therefore I\u2019m the one who needs to assume the responsibility. I\u2019ll execute a plan soon for you to meet the people who are real family to me and those I\u2019d trust with your life as well. Just give me some time please.\u201d He says.<\/div>\n
Whatever he says, I\u2019m on board.<\/div>\n
I nod, getting a little drowsy. How could I forget the most important thing? His daily routine?<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat time do you wake up? So I can fix your clothes and your lunch.\u201d It\u2019s my job and I don\u2019t really mind doing it for him, especially now that I\u2019ve seen he\u2019s not such a tight butthole.<\/div>\n
\u201cI wake up around 4:00 AM to steam and purge first before getting for work mkami.\u201d His exhale is mockery.<\/div>\n
Mr X has time for jokes!<\/div>\n
\u201cI can fix the water for you, or your Nyanga said no woman must go anywhere near your muthi?\u201d I yawn, incidentally but he took it as me being sassy I guess because he\u2019s chuckling at it.<\/div>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t say it, nevertheless, I still prefer it that way. My clothes haven\u2019t been ironed though, on the second door to your right, is where the laundry room is. My closet is there.\u201d That wasn\u2019t so bad now was it?<\/div>\n
\u201cOkay, I\u2019ll get your clothes ready by 6AM.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cThank you, Zimpambosi zomfula. I\u2019m off to bed, peace chommie-ke.\u201d Bakho gets up from the couch laughing.<\/div>\n
I\u2019m flushed and embarrassed!<\/div>\n
Why did I have to say that mara?<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Goqo just woke up and his wife is already nowhere to be seen in the bedroom. He was hoping for a round or two to chase away the cold of the morning man. Damn.<\/div>\n
\u201cMaKhanyile! MaKhanyile where are you shukela wami? Ubaba udinga ikhofonoza yakhe phela sthandwa sami.\u201d He searches the whole house and finds her at last in the kitchen standing beside the stove.<\/div>\n
His lips grow wider. She\u2019s wearing her fancy dresses not her usual pinafores with holes under the arms.<\/div>\n
He sneaks up behind her, sliding his hands around her belly and going up to grab her glorious boobs.<\/div>\n
They plush like jelly babies!<\/div>\n
\u201cGet away from me, Satan!\u201d MaKhanyile thrusts him off aggressively.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the problem now, MaKhanyile? Why are you denying me my cake?\u201d this is a first as well, his wife has never turned him down.<\/div>\n
Whenever he\u2019s needy for her, she\u2019ll spread her legs like the frog to pleasure him.<\/div>\n
\u201cMakhanyile, I\u2019m talking to you phela, what\u2019s your issue?\u201d he taps her shoulder until she turns around and glares a sword from her eyes.<\/div>\n
\u201cGo talk to your cheap whores, Mandla!\u201d her cheeks glisten from the tears falling from her eyes.<\/div>\n
His calms himself down and decides to find out what the matter is here, his wife isn\u2019t a crier.<\/div>\n
\u201cMy nunus, come on talk to me kahle. What did I do to you?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHow can you ask me that when you know your disgusting ways, Goqo? I\u2019m busying praying for your health and you\u2019re other there vandalizing it by baptizing the whole community with your 2 centimeters dick!.\u201d<\/div>\n
He freezes for a long second, catching his breath and his lies all at the same time. No, he isn\u2019t admitting to any of this! Mandla jabs behind her at the three pots of boiling water, and all of a sudden they make sense. He starts stepping away from the stove.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhere did you get the rhetoric, Thulisile? I would never do such a thing!\u201d and he\u2019ll refuse even if there is evidence!<\/div>\n
Even God Himself will never get this confession out of him.<\/div>\n
\u201cOhhhh, so you finally agree with me that that little skinny brat of yours is a liar?\u201d she advances towards him with a wooden spoon in her hand.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat does Nqobile have to do with this?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cShe is the one who called MaDorrini and dished out all the news of your shenanigans last night! You see you, once I\u2019m done with you, you\u2019ll know why they called Mtrapeni in High School!\u201d her feet move faster, she grabs him by the ball sack and squeezes.<\/div>\n
\u201cWhose cock is this?\u201d she screams in his face, feral than before.<\/div>\n
\u201cYours shukela wami, it\u2019s all yours.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cGood, so don\u2019t make me boil it in your sleep, sfebe sendoda!\u201d she tugs him stronger and releases.<\/div>\n
When did this one get so strong!?<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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