Is it cheating if you get so close but do not go through with it? I know some people say that even thinking about cheating is betraying the other person. Truth be told for a guy lust is something that comes standard even in our heads. Note I said in our heads. We cheat so many times in a day just by fantasizing but surely as long as we don’t do anything about it you cannot hold it against us! Another question I have is, is kissing cheating considering there is a whole lot more you can do? I had kissed her but not slept with her, can’t remember now but I think that is what happened so should my wife divorce me for that? My mind was going at a hundred miles per hour now because I was not sure what to think or do. First thing that came to mind was get rid of Lindiwe! I still had that morning disgusting smell of alcohol that comes after a night of drinking. I told the reception they could come up. There was no other way of stalling unfortunately. As soon as I put down my phone I put on my Caster Semenya running shoes and I dashed to my room. Lindiwe was still fast asleep. I shook her awake and out of breath I told her,
“Get up, get out, my wife is outside!”
At first she looked at me confused before her eyes widened and she said,
“You gotta be kidding me”
It was like a scene out of a movie I promise you. She jumped out of bed and she was as naked as the day she was born. What happened last night? I don’t remember her being naked that’s for sure! Had we eventually had sex? Imagine, I had a naked woman coming out of my bed and I couldn’t even gawk and stare at that body. I ran back to sitting area to get rid of the booze. I had mouth was in my mouth by the time Lindiwe made it to her room. Yes, that how fast I was. I knew the elevator was not the fastest hence by the time I put my t-shirt on she was knocking at the door. The room was not so clean but it was better.
I walked over to the door part of me telling myself that I was dead for sure. I had not double checked my room to see if she had left any evidence of her presence by mistake. I was on a slippery slope in my marriage all these things really needed to stop. When I got to the door and opened my heart almost stopped, it was not my wife nor was it Khanyi for that matter! It was Khayakazi my wife’s little sister! What on earth did she want at my hotel this early in the morning? I had forgotten that she attended school in Johannesburg like half of the country does. Typical of these university kids she said,
Yeah surprise indeed! After all that rushing this was rather underwhelming for me but the relief that swept through me was immense! I hugged the poor child in such a way that the surprise was actually on her. We had never been that close possibly because I often refused to give her money. The kid was like quicksand when it comes to money I tell you and no matter how much it was you gave her.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to Gauteng? And look at your hotel, tjoooo its fancy neh! I could see those fancy people downstairs and I knew it was heaven. That’s why I never left. I wanted to see the inside!”
I forgot to mention that she was ghetto as hell, she always had some funny colour in her hair, this time it was blue, had earring on her face too as if God had not made her ugly enough already! She was not my favourite that’s for sure. This was a Beyonce and Solange situation where the one sister got all the beauty and talent whilst the other got just enough to make her relevant. Ok I lie, sorry Solange! Khayakazi was just there! Once when we tried to bond I took her to the mall for some light shopping, you know as brother in law should! What a disaster! She caused a scene when I would not buy her a very unnecessary pair of cavella which not only were blue but look plastic to me and cost r1500 at Spitz! True story!
“What are you doing here?”
Was my question? The child irritated the crap out of me? She was intrusive and waphapha straight up. She said she was coming to visit her favourite uncle. To me those words were dripping with sarcasm but funny enough I know in a part of me I am ashamed to know exists I knew she was telling the truth. She actually liked me. She was not that close to her sister either but who could blame her, her sister was the golden child and she was the black sheep even in complexion so that was not a pun! Typical her as soon as she walked in she started going through the kitchen looking for food. My parents in law are strict and raised Asthandile well but you know in every family there is one that falls through the cracks, Khayakazi was it! What a stupid child! She said she was hungry because she had not eaten earlier as I was going to take her “out for room service!” Does that even make sense? I told her to stop going through things and sit down so I can take her downstairs for breakfast. I am not sure if she knew how to hashtag but with the way she was so excitable I am sure if she did she would have posted #eatinginahotel! I went to the kitchen to throw away a bottle that was on the chair. I had missed that. When I turned back she was gone! What was wrong with this child though? I ran to look after her.
I found her standing in my room in the door way. For a moment I could not understand then she asked me sweetly,
“Mxolisi who else slept with you?”
She asked so casually as though she was asking me to put peanut butter on her bread. Its not easiest thing to do you know especially when the bread is not fresh hence I knew it was a trick question! I told her no one but made sure I did not ask her why because that would prolong the conversation. I told her to get out of my room immediately and tried to close the door but she blocked me with her hand and said,
“I am not dumb. I know a bed that has been slept in by one person and by two people. Look at the pillows, both have been slept in and unless you have two heads then I know you are an alien! Even the sheets you can see by that indent there that there were two people in this bed.”
I was stunned but then again I was not. She was studying Forensic criminology which guess what, typical in Xhosa families, I was paying for! Getting married back home honestly is marrying the whole family. For example I was paying the water and electricity at my wife’s home as well. If the mother had a toothache I took her to the dentist and small things like that. Welcome to my marriage. Now the twit was throwing it back to my face.
I told her to search the room to look for a woman because I knew Lindiwe was already in her room. She said she did not have to because she was sure my female companion was not in there anymore. She was probably hiding somewhere! She held up something. It was a pair of thongs! Like seriously now! Seriously what kind of woman leaves her panties behind ah! Lindiwe is a moemish!
“So Mxolisi how much are you going to pay me to keep my mouth shut!”
She said again so casually but this time with a smile on her face!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I am a 29 year old man and I have a job, a house and a car. I say that because I want to show that am stable. I don’t know why but every time I date someone I love them wholeheartedly for the first 6months then something happens. I lose interest. I don’t even cheat on them but I simply don’t want to be in a relationship with them after a certain point. I want to get married soon as am getting older but I don’t know why I can’t bring myself to commit. I have no kids anywhere which I think is a good thing but I want children. How do I get over this fear of commitment? All my friends are getting married or in steady long relationships at this point.