*ATHULE*
“Athule you have to eat something” Mimi says walking into my room. Thabo dropped me off and he never looked back
“I’m not hungry” I say underneath the covers
“I rather have the you that curses and throws her weight around the house” Mimi say and I don’t respond. I feel her sit on the bed “Talk to me please, did he hurt you? What happened?” she asks with concern and I don’t say anything. Very few things can make me cry in this world and Thabo just added to that list. I hate myself for having hurt him the way I did and him having hurt me the way he did.
It's only now that I realize how much I miss him, how much I like him and enjoy his company and yet he won't even answer my calls or text. I think I missed the stage where I was supposed to sit around and cry over a boyfriend because it's catching up with me now in this old age.
Yes, I never had a boyfriend in highschool and I was never interested in them so I guess we can say I’ve never had my heart broken by a guy before until now. Musa has been texting me so much that I blocked him. he should focus on his wife and not me. I helped him cheat on his wife and he helped me break what I had with a guy that was going to probably be mine alone.
“Athu please talk to me” Mimi pleads and I sniff feeling the tears roll down to my pillow “Hay Athule you crying” she says worriedly with shock in her voice because I don’t cry easily “Did he do something? Should I call your mother?” she asks with concern trying to pull the covers off me but I don’t respond and just cry even more. She hugs me over the covers and brushes my arm
“Athu please talk to me, I’ve never seen you like this before” she says
“I messed up Imi and I don’t know how to fix things” I cry out as the tears roll out of my eyes “It hurts, my heart hurts” I say with my voice hitching and breaking apart “I messed us up and he wants nothing to do with me” I cry out and she just holds me tightly over the covers as I cry out. I never new love would hurt this much. Is it even safe to say that I love him, would it hurt this much if I didn’t love him?
“Whatever you did couldn’t possibly be that bad Athule” she says trying to offer comfort
“I slept with someone else because I was mad at him. A married man Mimi” I say and she goes silent for a while
“The right thing would be to crucify you for it but I can't kick you when you already down. You seem to like Thabo and if you didn’t then you wouldn’t be here losing sleep and not eating when you love food so much. Get up and lets help you get him back” she says and I and I shake my head
“He’s not taking my calls, he hates me” I say and she chuckles
“As long as he hasn’t blocked your number then he def still wants to hear from you. We need to work on an epic apology and a way to show him just how sorry you are and that you will never do it again” she says and I don’t respond. I feel her get off the bed “You have to wake up or else I’ll pour water on you” she says and I don’t respond, she’s not that crazy. That’s a stunt I would pull but she is not like that.
As I am laying sniffing and wiping my tears that won't stop I feel water being poured over me making me jump out of the bed. I am so shocked I can barely react
“Imibongo Mahn! What the fuck?!” I say trying to get out of my wet clothes, she laughs
“It got you out of bed didn’t it? Now go and shower while I take care of this” she says still laughing at me, I can't even get angry
“I’m going to get you. You’ll see, also I’m crashing in your room tonight and the next few days until my mattress dries out” I say and she giggles
“Whatever. Now go on and shower” she says pushing me out of my room. I take my things and go and shower then come back to her and she smiles at me
“Look at you all cleaned up. Now get dressed, Thabo once offered to get you a job with Asante Langa right?” she asks and I nod
“He seems like a reasonable man who wouldn’t be petty enough to take this away from you so what you going to do is that you going to try and get to him through the job and if that doesn’t work we’ll figure out something else” she says and I nod “Who is this married man anyway?” she asks
“Dr Musa Ndlovu” I say and she looks at me stunned
“Thee Dr Musa Ndlovu with a practise? Athule how could you be so stupid? His wife is a journalist or something but she’s a brand. That was a stupid move!” she says
“I know and I hate myself enough” I say and she shakes her head
“I hope you and him are done. If word came out then you’d lose your job and so would he” she says
“I know. I deleted his number and blocked him everywhere” I tell her and she lets out a sigh
“that’s good to know. So now that that’s a closed chapter, lets talk about you resigning” she says and I shoot her a look
“I have my family to support or maybe you’ve forgotten?” I shoot at her
“If you don’t have a job then Thabo will feel sorry for you and put in a good word for you. Just hand in a one month notice and take it from there” she says unbothered
“Imibongo not all of us have reach doctor parents. Some of us need to work to support our families” I remind her and she shrugs
“So? You pray don’t you? What happened to having faith?” she asks
“Sometimes I hate you honestly”
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*MUSA*I knock on the door for a couple of minutes with no one opening. Ayanda is poking my nerves on purpose. I told her I will be coming to get the baby and why is she not opening this door?
She better not be out there trying to play smart because I don't have time for her. After a while she opens the door with a towel wrapped around her body.
" I'm sorry I was bathing"
" That's alright, is Nosi ready?" I say walking past her to the room. She close the door and follows me" She is just fell asleep. Where are we going?"
"We? Wena uyaphi? "
She frowns and look at me. I thought I was clear nje that I'm getting the baby, not her." Where are you taking my child to without me?"
" My house of cause"
"Your what? As in, to Imi? "
" Yes, do you have a problem? "
" Of cause I have a problem! Musa that woman hates my guys! "
" That woman is my wife and she loves me and I love her. So please get the bags I don't have all day"
" I'm sorry, my baby is not going anywhere with you! "
" Oh really? "
" Yes really, I won't have y'all playing happy perfect families with my child. Make your own! "
" Great then, I guess I shall not receive a call from you asking me anything for the baby right? "
" Now why would you do that? "
" Because I can't spend time with my daughter I guess I won't have to provide for her"
" Musa why are you doing this? "
" Ayanda, stop being dramatic and get the bags. You know I'm married, my wife and I are fixing things. She is accepting this baby so please. If you don't want her to be part of Nosi's life then don't expect me to be "" This is so not fair.. "
" Get the bags"She blinks her big eyes and goes to the bedroom.
" My baby better now come back with a single scratch.."
" What can we possibly do on a 4 months old baby? Stop making us monsters! "She hands me the baby and the bags. My daughter is such a reflection of me. So beautiful.
" Since you and her are fixing things, what does that leave us?"
" Ayanda you failed to respect your position in my life, you were rude on my wife and caused a scene.."
" She started it!"
" See what I'm saying? Ngiyalibeka uyalibeka! I'm sorry I can't be with someone who doesn't respect my marriage. You know the past days I spent with my wife I realised that I have hurt her so much by making a baby outside. Her forgiving me and accepting Nosi showed me that she loves me. "" Serve me the speech and cut to the chase Musa".
" I can't continue hurting my wife by being with you. I'm sorry but I will be Nosi's father to you, that's all"
" What's? Just like that?"
" It is what it is, sadly"She closes her eyes and breathe out
" Does she know?""Knows what?"
"About Athule?"
"What about Athule?"
" Come on Musa you know what I'm talking about!"
" I don't actually, Ayanda, stop being bitter. Whatever you do or say, shall never make me yours. Move on"" All you ever wanted from me was a baby right?"
She asks with a trembling voice tears dropping from her eyes
" We had a great time..."
" Leave"She opens the door and stand next to it wiping her tears.
" I will bring her after 3pm"
To be continued
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Rose Colored Glasses
RomanceNot everything is as it seems especially if you looking through Rose colored glasses. This is a collaborative book with the writer Thembelihle Nkosi. Hence the multi language.