I had to make a quick decision on whether to let him in or not. The problem is in a security complex like mine people end up talking. The shorter the time he spent at the gate the better it was for me. What did he want? I definitely was not going to give this man my honey. I had entertained this fantasy long enough. I was just going to have to wait for my husband and stick to my for better or for worse. What was wrong with me? I will tell him that as soon as he got upstairs. No more playing games I concluded. Even then I found myself tidying myself up so I looked decent. I was relieved I had chosen to wear proper pyjamas not the ones I had bought to keep Mthobisi eyes on me. Not that he noticed. I think he had become so used to me he no longer so when I was making an effort to look sexy for him. Oh well, its life.
He walked in like a kid in a candy store thinking that he was so going to get some! I asked him very coldly what he was doing her and said that he could not sleep without seeing me. I told him straight up that I did not want him coming to my place anymore because he was disrespecting my home, me and especially my husband. A man does not build his castle only for his wife to allow thieves to come raid it at will. I don’t care who says what when you have an affair and no matter what a loser your man you must still have respect not do it in his house and in his bed! Like come on. He could see I was serious but e was not getting up to leave! He asked what had gone wrong between the office a few hours ago and now? I told him that everything had gone wrong. We should never have been doing this in the first place. Have you ever seen the look on a mans face after you deny him ‘cake’. It is similar to that of a puppy seeking your attention. its sorrowful and desperate. He asked me for water so he could leave. He specified lemon water. Irritating bastard. I might as well give it to him so he could leave and I could cry my lungs out. The guilt was killing me.
Mthobisi did not deserve this. For better or for worse I reminded myself yet again. I stood up and went to the kitchen. I hate cutting lemons because the scent stays on your fingers but I did not mind. I was doing the right thing. As I was cutting the lemon something distracted me. Mfundo stood up too suddenly and I lost concentration for just one moment cutting myself in the process which made me whelp. Is that even a word! he ran over to check it out but he did not do anything lecherous. We put my hand running water and it stung like hell. Serves me right! The wound was a bit too deep. He asked if I had band aids and I said no. A black woman’s medicine cabinet only has Panado or Grandpa if you are lucky and that’s if she even has one. He said he must go get one at the garage lest it gets infected. Good idea.
He picked up his car keys and rushed out. When you are married its nice to have a man in the house. When there is an emergency you can always send him around. Where was my husband I really missed him and needed him right now. I was dead set that I would not do anything silly at this stage. It was not 5 minutes later my phone rang it was security Koketso was at the gate. Koketso is my husband’s brother’s wife, shit I didn’t know what to do, security had already told her I’m home. I told them to let her in, I dropped the phone and called Mfundo on his cell phone, his phone rang on my couch I picked it up the bastard had saved my number as “Mandla Golf Coach” but what did I expect, he couldn’t exactly save it as ”the woman I’m about to screw” okay I would worry about that later I had a situation in my hands which I needed to deal with fast. I switched Mfundo’s cell phone off in case his wife called or anyone else for that matter. How would I explain the other phone ringing to Koketso. I then went to open the door just in time for Koketso to throw herself in, this woman was not looking good at all. Something was wrong. She dressed like she was going for a jog, I had never seen her looking so disheveled for she was always prim and proper. She came in and started telling me how she suspects that her husband is having an affair he’s been coming home late and always had late meetings and work gateways. She told me she was moving in with us until she figured out what to do. Wait, what? I was sure I had misunderstood the moving in part as I was about to ask her to repeat my phone rang, shit it was security Mfundo at the gate.
Shit was about to hit the fan, if I was white my face would have turned red but thank God for the black skin that shows no emotions. I knew if Koketso suspected that I was cheating she would spread it to every member of Mthobisi’s family just to score points and I would never hear the end of this. I had to think fast but my mind was blank I couldn’t think of a lie, excuse or story. Let me give you a background history. Koketso is married to Tshepang who is Mthobisi’s older brother. Tshepang is one of those guys that have always been and will always be players. He works in a factory as a Supervisor, women love him, why I have no idea and he is not good looking at all! Maybe it’s the fact that he is in a high position you know what how power will make the ugliest person look like Brad Pitt. I will give him one thing though he is a sweet talker, he is extremely charming, he can say the most sweetest things to a woman. I have heard him a number of times smooth talk ladies and the brother has skills. In his defence though you have to be good at something if you looked liked him and a sweet tongue is not a bad place to start. You just can’t be a disaster on everything, come on now. Tshepang had a lot of girlfriends before he got married to Koketso, every weekend when Mthobisi and I would go out if he invited Tshepang he would show up with a different girlfriend. He was just one of those guys and no matter how many times I complained to Mthobisi that I didn’t appreciate his brother introducing him to so many different girls, Mthobisi would tell me that his brother is old and he can’t tell him what to do with his life. Irony is when Mthobi decided that he wanted to marry me, his parents felt that Tshepang should get married first as he is the oldest so since Koketso had told him that she was pregnant with his child he felt that she was he would be doing the right thing by marring her. They got married traditionally because Tshepang said he couldn’t afford a white wedding, Koketso didn’t care as long as her title was now Mrs and not Miss, women and marriage. Koketso was already in her 30’s so she was fearing that her biological clock is ticking and if she didn’t trap Tshepang, yes I said it, trap because her falling pregnant with his child was no mistake it was a well planned trap. As a women we all know once you get to thirty years and you are not married or are not in a Vat ‘n Sat relationship you start to worry “what is wrong with”? “when will I find the right guy”? “My biological clock is ticking, what if I can’t have kids”? Those are just the questions from yourself then you get your friends and family asking you the same stupid questions adding on the pressure. What is worse if you don’t have a child already, they will be telling you about your bones becoming hard as you grow older and that you will not be able to push a child out. Maybe someone should remind them about the Caesarean where they cut the baby out and you don’t have to worry about pushing, but when you are in that situation all your defence levels go down. Every stupid little thing they say make sense and you start questioning and doubting yourself. I guess Koketso also felt that time was against her and she had to trap Tshepang with a baby or lose him. Her plan worked and she got herself the worst husband in the world and now she was my sister in law!
I told security to let him in as I walked out with his phone. I figured I should meet him halfway so I could explain that my sister in law was there. When I got to the stair case and walked down I only noted when I got downstairs that he was not there. My building has two staircases on either end. Normally I use the same staircase but at times when some fool takes my parking and I have to park the other side I take the other stair case.
I bolted back up the stairs at such pace you could have thought I was in the Olympics. When I got there my door was opened and standing in the middle of the dining room were both Koketso and Mfundo.
As soon as I walked in Koketso said,
“Why does your friend just walk into Mthobisi’s house without knocking? Its rude!”
I should have realized he would do that as obviously was expecting him. How could I tell her that I was expecting a man at 11pm at night.
This looked bad!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I cant believe am actually doing this. I am a married man and am 33. My wife is 25. I have always had a soft approach with her as in I don’t demand to know her whereabouts all the time. I also allowed her to retain most of her male friends when we got married. The problem is I think its a bit much now. She is always on whatsapp. Even after we have sex the moment I turn she gets on. Who could she possibly be talking to so late! She is never home late but she is never home during the day either. On weekends its always a wedding, baby shower etc anything to get her to go out. I am thinking of following her pathetic as it might sound. I have spoken to her about this several times. I don’t believe in divorce and mere suspicion is all I have to go on. Can someone please tell me what to do. We have been married for four years.