Rose Colored Glasses

Prologue

*ATHULE*

“Nope, get off me,” I say patting his arm, he’s balls deep grunting like a bull and sweating as if he’s just ran a 100km marathon
He frown confused and looks at me, “Huh?”
I let out a sarcastic chuckle “Suka phezu’kwam! Ayikho nalento uyenzayo mahn” (Get off me, I don’t even know what you doing on top of me) I say angrily and annoyed.
To think I wore my best lingerie for this? Never trust a good looking man again, those one will disappoint you more than the ANC and trust me that political party really disappoints. Novels lied. I feel cheated and I want my money back. It's bad enough that he doesn’t have it, but to not be able to use it? To not be able to use his tongue at least? I thought that maybe his strokes would be better they worse than his tongue game. I can't wait to get home and tell my bestfriend about this one.
“Haibo!” he says getting off with a confused expression on his face, has nobody told him before? Is it his first time hearing that he doesn’t know how to pipe a lady down? Poor thing.

I slide down the mattress and leap off the bed to look for my clothes that are scattered around his bedroom.
“Athule what's wrong?” he asks me cluelessly as I am getting dressed
I stop and look at him as I wear my vest which I just picked up on the floor, I don’t think he’ll hear the depth of his disappointment if I say this in English so Xhosa will do, “Awukwazi uZuma mahn yeses. Andazi noba yintoni le ubuyenza but I’d really suggest you visit imans clinic!” (You don’t know how to fuck, I have no idea what it was you were doing) I say and then pick up my bag from the mini chair in his room, I pick up my shoes and then take my things and walk to the door but stop as I’m about to turn the handle “Get help. Watch porn man, learn something vah” I say and then I walk out while requesting an uber to fetch me.
I stumble my way around his mansion until I reach the front door, by the time I get to the gate it's opening and my uber is waiting outside.

I climb in the front seat like I own it and then greet him before calling my bestfriend Imi.
“Chom’yam” she says ever ready for news
“Chomee akanayo!” (He doesn’t have it) is the first thing I say but she doesn’t respond probably trying to think about who I’m talking about “Porsche chomee” i say
She gasps loud enough for me to hear here “Chomee suxoka! Njani?” (Don’t lie, how?) she asks dramatically and my driver looks at me
“Uyafonyoza chomee, akakwazi notya ikuku le mntakabawo. Yuh chomee andina msindo, ubusy ubulile that time, hi phezukwam” (He doesn’t know how to fuck let alone eat pussy, friend I’m so pissed. That time he was all sweaty on top of me) I say and she laughs and so does the driver, I steal a look at him
“Ngoku what did you do? Where are you?” she asks.
“I just sent you my bolt information. I’m on my way home. I need wine and my dildo, rhaa amadoda!” I say with steam coming out of my ears and she laughs at me. I need better friends than this.
While still laughing at me “Khawude ubuye undibalisele kakhle” (Just get home already so you can narrate this properly) she says
“Ok baby, see you soon” I say and end the call
I don’t miss the glances the driver keeps stealing at me
“What?” I ask him feeling judged for my actions
“Are you ok?” he asks me, I don’t know if he’s mocking me or genuinely asking
“Do I look ok to you? Nothing pisses me off like boring uninteresting dick. I mean a small dick is not a problem, a beer can is not a problem but for you not to be able to use it? Then it becomes a problem. I mean why? Ok fine, you suck at using your dick, why not polish up your tongue game skills atleast? I mean this week has been bad enough. Why can't I have one good thing going on for me” I complain and he laughs
“Maybe you fucking the wrong people” he says and I frown looking at him with my eyes squinted waiting for him to elaborate “Sometimes some men don’t know that they not satisfying you right” he say.

I look at him bored “It's not my job to teach a 35 year old man how to fuck. Has he never watched porn or he watches it to masturbate and then sleep? Men need to learn to watch porn to learn more than to masturbate and sleep” I say angrily gritting my teeth and he laughs.

“One day you going to meet a man that’s going to fuck all this anger out of you” he says as he comes to a stop and I laugh at him
“Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your night” I say to him and then get off the car and make my way inside the complex.

*IMITHANDAZO*

I stare on the negative pregnancy test for a whole good 45 minutes, yes I am counting the time. I am desperately hoping and silently praying that a miracle happens and the other lines show up.

"Imi baby, I'm home". His voice shouts from the living room. I quickly wipe my tears and hide the stick on my gown pockets. I walk to the sink to wash my wet face. " You are here, what's wrong?".

He asks standing behind me looking at me through the mirror. My weakness is failure to hide my facial expressions, controlling my tongue is not a problem.. I swallow the lump on my throat trying to stop the tears that are threatening to come.

"It's negative again" I say in a very low voice. He brushes my arms pressing himself against me. He kiss my hair hugging me tight.

" It is going to be fine baby, you don't have to cry". I slowly move away from him and open the door to our bedroom. I am tired of this song, 'It's going to be fine', when? I have been married to this man for full good two years and we have been trying for a baby with no luck. We are happy, everything is going well the only piece missing on our marriage is children. It doesn't help that his family is putting in the pressure.

" What can I do to cheer you up?" He asks looking at me all worried as I cover my head with the blankets. " Can you give me a baby Musa? Because that is what is exactly what I need right now! " I didn't mean to snap I swear, just that everything is becoming too much for me to handle."  Baby, don't be like this. You know I love you.."  his ringing phone disturb him. He moves from the bed to the window answering it. He doesn't say much except "hello " and "okay".

" I am going to go out, work is calling, are you going to be fine? "  I sniff rubbing my nose sitting up. " I will be fine, I have few articles to proofread before printing so I will be busy with that". He moves closer to me and kiss my cheek ." I will try to come back home early." With that he picks his car keys and walk out of the bedroom.

I take out the pregnancy test and look it at one more time before getting up from the bed to throw it on the bin. Just as I am about to close the bin door, something grabs my attention. I kneel down and pick the small slip from the bin.

I strengthen it going to my bed and put on my reading glasses. It is a slip from a baby clothing store. My eyes wander around the items bought and I feel my heart beat so damn fast. I check the date and it states the baby items were bought a month ago.

A sharp pain hit me between the eyes, I hold onto the bed as my world spins around tears blurring my vision...

To be continued..