Temptation! That’s the one thing that people are not allowed to say exists because acknowledging it means accepting weakness. Well maybe I am too vague, women are the ones who do not want to acknowledge that temptation exists and for them it always becomes a matter of who is strong and who is weak! Temptation! Its not an excuse its reality. Lindiwe sitting there in her home clothes, pyjamas in this case was incredibly tempting. I tried not to look at her in a sexual way but much as I tried to concentrate on the work and the problems I was going through at home I could not. It put me in a happy place and I found myself calming down. I told Lindiwe that much as I wanted to work tonight I could not. I was not feeling well I told her. I needed to lie down. She said she was tired too, that flight must have taken its toll and thank heavens.
The cold shower thing is not a myth. Its real. I took one and I calmed myself down. I just wanted to sleep and forget that everything that had happened today had happened. I hardly slept though. I had nightmares of me losing my wife. Was I to blame for allowing her to work? Everyone who says 50\50 in marriage is clearly not married because that does not often lead to a happy relationship since we both become the head of house! I am a lawyer. I am not oppressive but ever since my wife got her job the house had become very tense so maybe I had a point. The change was very evident. I could not tell her what to do anymore because she now felt that she could do whatever she wanted to do. I had never stopped her from that before but now it was more defined. She was not cheating, I am certain of it but when you are in a marriage and things start to go south that is usually the first thing you suspect.
Around midnight Khanyi called me again. She said that she was just checking up on me to see if I was nicely tucked in. She wanted us to facetime but I lied and said I did not know how. She told me what a pity it was because she was sitting all alone naked and it would have been nice. Much as I wanted to give in I told myself tonight was not the night. Khanyi was really the aggressive type that kept a man on his toes. She was very attentive I also noticed. She asked me why I had not responded to her sms about where I am staying. I told her I was too busy and when I got done all I needed to do was pass out. I asked. Her about my wife and she said that the reason why they had gone out for drinks was because she (Khanyi) did not want to expose Asthandile to everyone too soon especially if they had the planned party that weekend. She said that in their company it was normal to have impromptu outings as they worked in entertainment. She had a point. She said that Asthandile would be going on her first out of the office assignment with her new team that weekend in any case meaning that she will not be available for the party. Khanyi also emphasized how she had made sure that my wife was part of that team. She did not say why though. I was a bit relieved. When we said our goodnights I was better off.
The following morning I was sleepy. Lindiwe being the superman than she was was ready to fire. When we got to our clients premise we had to be vetted which made me irritable. They behaved as though they did not know we were coming. When eventually we got inside to start work it was a very tense meeting. They wanted to terminate our contract because according to them we were not playing our part. I knew this portfolio like the back of my hand so the negotiations started. By the time we finished they had re-signed a new contract which in fact actually made them pay us more! That’s how well I, sorry I mean we, had played it. We were so excited Lindiwe and I about this major coup we decided to have drinks.
Naturally the first person I wanted to tell was my wife. Its instinct. When you are married your closest friend is the person you share a bed with. It was already about 6pm at this stage. The phone rang and rang but she did not pick up. I assumed that maybe she was still in traffic as Cape Town is not known for its many roads. Going home is always a mission. I did not want to get drunk or tipsy before I spoke to her. Besides this was just one victory we still had more to do tomorrow but at Union Buildings this time. Who knows, I might bump into someone important so cannot go there smelling of alcohol.
Lindiwe insisted that we at least have a shot or two to acknowledge our victory. We did so. We decided that room service made more sense than going downstairs.
Lindiwe was talking to an old roommate she bumped into at reception. She introduced her as Karabo Mokgotho and she was one of the managers at the hotel. I excused myself and let them catch up. When I got to our room my wife called me! Finally! I asked her to give me a moment so I can close the door. She was not her usually jovial self but I was so relieved I ignored that. She told me about her weekend. I already knew but I could not tell her that so I acted genuinely excited giving her suggestions even. I think she did not expect that so she warmed up to me. All I had to do was pretend I liked her job to keep her happy. I could feel the warmth returning to her.
As I made myself comfortable and we started talking, Lindiwe walked in full of excitement and shouted,
“Karabo gave us champagne Mxolisi, let’s celebrate whoop whoop!”
She actually said whoop whoop! Yah neh! I tried to point that I was on the phone and also cover the mouth piece with my hand but it was too late my wife asked,
“Why is she in your room?”
I explained that no, it was because we had gotten the contract but my wife responded,
“No, your door was closed meaning she has a key to your room so again I ask, why does she have a key to your room?”
Caught in a lie!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I’m a 21year old girl and I have just come out of a relationship where my heart was broken by the man I was with. Its just been 2weeks and he has already moved on and it kills me that he moved on so fast. Friends have suggested that I get rebound…would getting a rebound help me get over this man because I wanna forget about him.
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