When something like this happens a lot of things don’t look like they really are. Everything you see becomes suspicious. You honestly feel like you constantly have to be on the look out and that is not a nice feeling at all. The question was obvious? Could Khanyi have been the one who did it? I did say before that my wife was clueless about cars. How would she have known how to isolate or rather find the fuel line. It just does not make sense to me. With that said at the braai much as I did not remember my wife’s every move I don’t remember seeing grease on her. She could not have done it. Khanyi had arrived a bit later than others and because we were all at the back we would not have seen her nor who she came with. What if she came with this guy and whilst she walked in and we all saw her this guy was the one who did it and walked away. We would not have seen anything that’s most certain. Now there was the fight? Was it staged? It was very weird for these two to fight considering how tight they were. A lot of things simply did not make sense. I stood there in front of them but I was not sure what to say. She looked up when she saw me and she smiled.
“I was not expecting you back here so soon!”
She said cheerfully. Had Asthandile not told her that I had left her? She came to me and said she was neither going to hug me nor shake my hand because she was too greasy. Fair enough.
“What’s wrong with your car it was fine just earlier?”
I asked as soon as she stopped talking. When other men are fixing a car as a man you have act interested as though you too know what you are doing.
“It was making a funny sound and with people dying in accidents I wanted to make sure I had nothing to worry about.”
She was scared too clearly and she too suspected Asthandile. Why else would she be checking? It made sense! Even I had checked my car meaning she was not doing anything out of the ordinary. I breathed a sigh of nervous relief. Why did she have all that grease though? The guy came out from underneath the car and he gave me a cold hello. he was bigger than the last time I saw him or maybe it was just the grease. I greeted him back and he said he was out. The last time I had seen him was in my house all dressed up for dinner but seeing him now in daylight with all that grease he looked very thuggish. Was it just my mind playing tricks with me? When Khanyi was raped I had insisted that something was wrong and one of the guys, the big one had disappeared. I was thinking this too hard. No one lies about being raped and beats them self up right? The guy told her he was finished and he left. Clothes really do change a person hey. I could swear he was not the same man. She invited me in and told me to make myself at home.
“I asked Asthandile for a divorce today!”
I told her. She froze were she stood and made absolutely no facial expression.
“Why would you do a stupid thing like that? That woman loves you!”
She said. I told her I was not in a mood to discuss it but I thought she must know that the divorce papers will be drawn up tomorrow. She sounded genuinely concerned which confused me but I did not let it show. I am not sure what I was expecting from her but this was not it.
I did not even ask her for a place to sleep. She told me she was going to make supper but I told her I had no appetite. This was such a big decision for me I will probably throw up because of nerves. She said she understood but will make enough food just in case. I went to the room and lay down. I could not sleep. It was early but the last thing I wanted to do was think about all this. I took a pillow and put my face into it. I cried. Even men have emotions and this was not weakness. It was the tears I think that exhausted me enough to sleep till 4am in the morning when I woke up. It was strange not waking up next to my wife and knowing I might never do it again.
When I got to work everyone was genuinely sombre. The news of her passing was still filtering through. At some point the bosses sent a memo saying we were going to have a half day. To lose a colleague is not always the easiest thing. As I was packing a few things away Joseph walked in. Joseph Rakgatla one of our associates. We hardly spoke because he was usually away as his department was the one that actively sort clients. It was actually a surprise when he walked in and at that moment I was holding Asthandile picture frame.
“Why would you put such a beautiful picture in a box?”
He said seeing me put my wife’s picture away. He looked very confused and I answered him,
“I am divorcing her!”
I was very calm as I said this but it still felt awkward saying this out loud.
“How do you divorce such a woman, she looks like Pearl Thusi if not better!”
He said. Who the hell is Pearl Thusi I asked him? The name was vaguely familiar though, was she a former client or maybe one of those radio presenters I listened to in the morning. Joseph insisted on showing me. He took out his phone and googled this woman and that’s when I vaguely recognised her. I could see why he said they resembled but oh well, I did not care anymore.
“No mate, work things out with her otherwise you will regret this but it’s non of my business!”
Looks matter to guys! Asthandile made other men envy or want to be me just by looking at her. She was thick in all the right places and when she smiled she had a slight quiver on her bottom lip. You had to pay attention to see it.
Snap out of it!
I told myself the moment I found myself day dreaming yet again about her. This was never going to be hard. I asked him which divorce attorneys I could use and he gave me a few. I chose the one on top. I wanted to get this over and done with.
When I got to their offices, I was immediately seen because I was a fellow lawyer so we help each other out. I even got a discount on the r5000 consultation fee. I had everything I needed inclusive of the prenuptial agreement I had made her sign long ago. As there was so much to take down he called in an intern to come take the notes.
Guess who walked in,
It was Yolanda Cele, the pastors wife’s sister I had met just yesterday morning.
I was so embarrassed I wanted to leave!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Thank you for reading this. I live in Namibia and even here your blogs are loved.
I am 26 and I am having problems getting over my ex. We dated for six years and last year in June he just called it quits. We had no fight prior to that and all he told me was that he was tired. I have tried everything under the sun to get him back but he will not take me back. I did not cheat or lie about anything so I know am not guilty. As far as I know he was not cheating nor did he make someone pregnant. Our mutual friends tell me he is still single. I even slept with two other guys hoping to get rid of his thought and even then I found myself comparing them to him. I am in trouble guys and I need your help. I am so in love with him I do not know what to do.