BURN for Better or Worse (COMPLETED)

Chapter 80

BULELWA...

Zizwe is stupid for listening to me, he is gone and I miss him to death. Almost everything I do reminds me of him and I am so sick of it, to make matters worse, I have this urge to call him and plead that he comes back to me. However, I cannot conjure up the courage to do so. A broken heart is something I never thought I would experience, look at me; love sick and starving myself because of a wrecked heart.

The knock on my door summons an aggravation that leaves me panting with irritation, I've been avoiding the world since the break up and by the world, I mean my siblings. Thobekile is still around, pestering me. She is team Zizwe, I need an escape.

"Bubu!" Speak of the devil.
Don't they have tidal waves in Mozambique? There's a woman here who needs to be flushed back there.
"Thobe." The smile is fake, she knows... she doesn't care. I'm shoved aside as she makes her way into my house. The scrawny penguin is here as well, looking like she is about to give birth any second from now.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the hospital, ready to push or something?" I get a goofy face for my question, Lindiwe pushes a bag of what smells like fresh doughnuts on my chest and glides in like this is her father's place. I turn to find the duo crowding my living space, the baby carrier flipping through channels.

"What are you people doing here?" I have an attitude, these two know they can't compete with me when it comes to that.
"If Mohammed can't..." Thobekile.
"Yeah, yeah...spare me please." I interject, it is late at night and that one brought me doughnuts at 8pm. Pregnancy must be a disease because wow!!!
"Betty made those by the way, she said they will help heal your heart." Lindiwe introduces... wait!
"Betty is back?" I ask, still standing in the middle of the living room. If I sit, they will think I am okay with their late night visit.
"Last week, she's staying at a guest house in the east." Thobekile is not okay with this Betty topic, the stony glare she is giving her sister makes me feel cold. I need coffee.

I head to the kitchen to boil water, the sisters won't bother helping. They think they are guests here, being the last born is not fun sometimes. Lindiwe doesn't drink coffee, the orange juice is for her. I serve the monkeys like they are royalty... the smiles on their faces... rubbish!

"What's the deal with Betty anyway? Why did she disappear?" I ask.
I know why she left KZN, but the least she could have done was contact us.
"She was going through some things," Betty has a special place in Lindiwe's heart, she is always standing up for her.
"Do we have to talk about her? I thought we came here to console bubu." That's my father's displeased first born complaining.
"Shouldn't you be hating on Lilian and not Betty? Lilian is the man-stealer, she took Mandla from Betty. That woman has a PHD in man-stealing." Zizwe has suddenly come to mind and how my mother had him for two years, I need to curtail my emotions or I will burst with fury.
The sisters are giving me looks as if I blasphemed against the holy one.

"What?"
"How long will you keep that grudge? It will swallow you, are you aware of that?" And then? Dr. Phil...
"You do not expect me to forgive that woman overnight, do you?" I ask Lindiwe who seems to have the biggest mouth out of us all.
"All I am saying is that, you need to let go. You're holding yourself prisoner by not forgiving. I know mom was wrong, she cheated on dad, but..."
"But nothing Lindiwe." I interpose, it is not a good night. I am not in the mood... Why is she trying to convince me that Lilian deserves my forgiveness? Thobekile is the favourite sister at the moment, she is quiet as a church mouse.
"Okay fine, at least forgive Hulk. The poor guy looked terrible, I saw him at a petrol station yesterday, argh shame. I would give myself to him if I did not look like a balloon." Lindiwe.
I want to laugh, however there is a sting in my heart. I don't want Zizwe to suffer, perhaps I was hoping that he wouldn't leave and fight for us.

"I don't know about Lilian, I do know though that Zizwe is your soulmate." Thobekile adds, suddenly finding interest in the conversation. "Did he tell you that he had a vision of some sort about uncle Gcinumzi and Ifalakhe." Did she just say vision? She frowns at my hilarity.
"Vision? In case you have forgotten my dear sister, this is real life not Passions.
"Says the man whose best friend sees dead people." Thobekile retorts.
"But it can't be possible, Zizwe has no relation with any of the deceased."