Rose Colored Glasses

Chapter 1

*IMITHANDAZO*

The worst thing you can do as a wife is being paranoid of things you have no proof and evidence off. My experience as a editor and investigative journalist taught me to never confront a situation without finding good evidence to back up your claims.
At this moment my mind is going crazy and wild thinking about a good explanation of this till slip on our bin. Reading it, I can confirm that the items bought are for an infant. Musa can never do me like that right? I mean he is perfect and I would have long suspected it if he was cheating on me. You see now? I am going crazy over some wild suspicions nje, get a grip Imi please. Your husband loves you and knows how badly you want to start a family with him, there is no way he can go outside and create another. That would be pure evil and he is an opposite of that.
I put the slip inside my diary and put on my glasses as I open the article I have to proofread and edit before printing today. It is the usually scandal, man cheating on his wife and brings the evidence home. The worse part of this is that Kelly is Sizakele’s elder sister. How can she do her like that? Now look at the consequences of her action, she is the only one on receiving end, the guy reconciled with his ex-wife and are going to co-parent in raising their daughter while she is stuck, alone in a psychiatric ward. Yeah neh, blood is no longer thicker than water anymore. Strangers and friends are more real than the so called family. I honestly don’t know what I would do if someone were to do this to me.  The thought of this brings me back to the till slip again. I smile; my husband is such a wonderful man. He was probably doing some shopping on behalf of his friend. Yeah I remember now. His friend’s wife was pregnant. Gosh I am such a bad friend, I need to buy few things then go see her. I take a look on the till slip again; the items bought are for a girl child. Some people are God’s favourites for real. If I am not mistaken this is their third baby but some of us are still at zero. My most worry is that I am not getting any younger. My phone rings disturbing me from my thoughts. It’s hubby dearest.
“Baby”. I answer with a grin, I won’t tell him about my plans of visiting Malibongwe and his wife, I want to surprise him so that he can see I do care and make time for social visits.
“Hey baby I just got to work and things are hectic, so I don’t think I will be home in time for dinner.” I sigh and take off my glasses,
“that really sucks because I wanted to try this other new recipe tonight but its fine, I will make some sandwich.” A sharp baby cry from the background shoots through.
“Its fine baby you can make it I will eat when I get back”. My mind is no longer on the food now but the persistent sound of a baby crying.” Is that a baby?” My voice comes out rather low.
“oh yeah baby I am working In the children’s ward...”
“since when do you work with kids because last time I checked you were working in casualty?”. I ask trying by all means not to sound paranoid.
“I am actually holding in for Malibongwe, baby look I got to go and my phone is running out of battery. Goodnight, I love you”
“Okay I love you…” the too part I say it to myself as he hangs up.
I get off from bed and goes to the kitchen. I take out the ingredients and my phone rings again. This time is Malibongwe.
”Mal, how are you?”
“not so good Imi, I am trying to get hold of your husband but his phone is off, can you please tell him to come to the hospital? We have an emergency and it needs his expertise” he says breathing heavily and speaking fast. I check my phone to double check if I am talking to the right person.
“Mal, my husband called and said he is standing in for you” I say trying to remember his words exactly after that baby cry.
“what? Oh oh yeah I remember now. Its okay I will go there and check him out. Sorry to bother you” he says and quickly hang up after that.
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*ATHULE*

I walk in and I find her cuddled up on the couch with her boyfriend. I still don’t understand how she managed to keep a relationship from high school up until now and she’s still not married. You’d think at 24 years I’d be stable and with the Love of my life but I don’t even know what that is for, is it a pet that I need to feed and wash constantly? Do I need to take it for walks every now and then? Yuh ha.a its exhausting being in a stable relationship honestly. I think the last time I was stable was about 3 years ago with my varsity sweetheart and that ended there.
I fake a gag as I throw myself on the couch “get a room" I say and they laugh
“Nice to see you too Chriselda" Tshepiso says unbothered, knowing very well how much I hate my second name. If it were up to me I’d have changed it ages ago, matter of fact it wouldn’t even exist. What parent even names their child Chriselda? It’s like they were just setting me up for failure nje because they can. My name is Athule Chriselda Jones, yeah I know what you probably thinking but I promise you if it were up to me I’d be fully black but my mother had a thing for her coloured man and now we all paying the price for that. I mean who the hell still has an English name and a black name in this day and age?
“So how was it?” Imi asks, argh she’s always been an angel. Tshepiso is fortunate to have her as a girlfriend. If it weren’t for her I doubt they’d still be together because Imi is grounded and nothing like me.
I frown and scrunch my face like I just had a lemon “worst mistake of my life. Undifonyozile lamsunu!” I say angrily and they both laugh
“Ok friend narrate everything from the start” Imi says holding back laughter, I squint my eyes at her and then take a deep breath and let it out
“So what happened was that him and I were vibing, I won't tell his real name because he is a famous politician and I who knows what your boyfriend shares with his friends” I say and the Tshepiso shrugs his shoulders, I take it as cue to continue “We went out for drinks at this private bar, he wined and dined me ofcause and then from there we took it back to his place. I’ll admit I was a little buzzed when we got to his place and then we started drinking his expensive alcohol that was quick to go to the head and then one thing led to another and before I knew it we kissing and that led to sex” I take a deep breath in trying to calm myself, the more I think about it the more it pisses me off “Chomee imdala lamntu, what's he been doing with the women before me kanti? You’d think at his age he’d atleast know how to eat pussy? I’m pretty sure even I do a better job than he does” I narrate and they both laugh
“Did you guys atleast cum?” Tshepiso asks while laughing at my dramtic outburst
“Cum? For ntoni when he doesn’t have one? Yewethu lamntu akanayo nenjani!” (That person doesn’t have any kind of dick) I say annoyed and they both laugh “Umntu ubusy uyancwina, ude ubilile tana phezukwam that time andiva nix, yangaske ndimbuze ingenile ngoba ye ha.a hlobo ebebile ngalo mntase ibingathi usukobaleka marathon”(He was busy moaning and groaning ontop of me that time I couldn’t feel shit, at some point I wanted to ask him if it was in because ow sweaty he was as though he just ran a marathon) they both in stitches of laughter, glad to know my misery brings them joy, I continue “Ndathi kuye makasuka, yuh ndimthuke chomee. Ndamxelela ba akakwazi kaloku unditya kanjeya rha!” (I told him to get off me and I told him he couldn’t fuck) “Heck I even told him to find his way to the mans clinic and get help” I add
“Hay Athule! You did not!” Imi says unable to hide the disbelief in her pretty face and I shrug my shoulders at her “When you called where was he?” she asks
“I was in an uber when I called you” I say and they both gasp in shock
“This whole time the poor guy is listening to this?” Tshepiso says and I nod
“Yes, he even offered advice here and there” I say and they shoot me a look “Hay I’m not a whore, I didn’t give him my number or offer him to be my rebound. Anyway let me go and masturbate and be good!” I say getting up
“We did not need to know that!” Imi says and I shrug
“Yeah whatever, I’ll come back less angry wethu” I say halfway to my room.
I walk into my room and take my laptop and earphones and then plug them in and look for something to get me in the mood. I know I’m not the only one but have you noticed that there's very little black on black porn on the net? Yes? No? that time our fine brothers are gifted and could damage the womb… maybe not all of them if tonight has proven anything. I strip out of my clothes and then lock the door before throwing myself on the bed
I take out my dildo when the action gets a little interesting and then part my legs and run the vibrator on my clit. I run my free hand on the rest of my body while the vibrator rests on my clit making me moan softly because our walls are as thin as paper.
After cuming I look at the porn playing with disgust as I press pause and close my laptop. I get up from the bed to take a quick shower and clean my dildo before wearing my pjays and then walk out of the room to find Imi watching tv
“Haibo uphi umntu wethu?” (Where’s our man?) I ask her and she lets out a sigh
“He got a call from work, something about a leak in the building”
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To Be Continued