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Chapter Thirty Five.

Chapter Thirty Five.

"When the time is right, I, the Lord, will make it happen." X ISAIAH 60:22.

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Weird.

Nothing again. I mean the patch is back on, but still, dololo Mrs red robot of the season. I don't know man but this surely is one for Google... right.

I dump the used toilet paper piece into the loo and get up before flushing and pulling my pajama shorts up. My hands get a quick wash and when that is complete, I allow them to air dry while staring at myself in the mirror.

The doek on my head was hiding a disaster I haven't had happen to me since high school. I trusted a change of hairstyles would do me good but here I am today filled with regrets. The hairstyle literally ate an unbelievable amount of my hairline. I cried my eyeballs out on the day before yesterday when I had Bangi helping me out with unbraiding the mess.

I even wanted to shave everything off after he called me...his own wife a turkey. A whole turkey.

Look I'm almost in tears just thinking of it now.

I drag myself back into our bedroom and find him there seated and wide awake.

"Morning Sthandwa sam...what's wrong?" He asks. I shake my head. It's nothing. Just a bit of abdominal cramps and a headache today. "Don't shake your head, I know you're not okay. I can see it. Come here."

I breathe out and head to him either way.

After straddling him he looks at me in the eye for the longest time. To the point where I frown and shrug. "Kanti yini?"
"There's something different about you Sthandwa sam," he says his arms now folded in front of his chest.
"Different?" I ask and then remember he did say I look like a turkey. "Mxm." I attempt on getting off his lap and head downstairs to try and distract myself from all this turkey thoughts but he anchors me to his lap. So effortlessly.

These past five months I've really seen him evolve and tone his body in a way I've never thought possible. I thought I was the only one with thunder thighs here but his were killer. I could never compare, even though he says I've also toned a few areas of my sexy body.

What is a gymnast against me? Okay that was a bad example but you get the point.

"Are you still angry at me for what I said the other day?" He asks. I try removing his hands from my waist but nothing. He didn't even flinch when I slapped his hand.
"Bangi!"
"Khuluma nami Ma'Dlamini. Why are you so moody these days?"
"Moody? Mina? Bangi let me go please." I try again but still nothing.

Okay...breathe Zano. He'll eventually get tired of this and let me go. It's only a matter of time. My stomach growls and I definitely knew I was hungry now for something light. Heavy food was surely going to make me feel worse.

We sit.

"You still don't want to talk?"

"I have a headache."
"There are headache pills downstairs, you know this."
"Okay let me go ke."
"Is that all that's bothering you Sthandwa sam? Like just a headache?"
"Yeah...and just minor period pains."
"Oh? You're on your period?" He asks, eyebrow raised and his grip on my waist loosening a little.
"Well not yet. But it's definitely coming." I say and watch his disappointed look turn into a smirk filled fest.

I know that face all too well now.

"Uh-uh, not with my siblings around," I shake my head as he reaches over to my still crossed arms.
"I didn't say anything Ma'Dlamini." He says, the humor in his voice doing back flips and splits.