AYANDA: Another Chance At Love

Chapter 3

It's Saturday morning, I wake up in a good mood, I blast my music and listen to langa Mavuso, now in as much as I've never really been in love, I'm a true sucker for love, I still hope that I'll one day get to sing all these loves songs that I listen to and actually think about someone who's probably thinking about me as well wherever they are.

I take my morning jog, get back to take a shower. I opt for a body hugging tight green bodycon dress, white airforce sneakers and I comb my hair back, I have nice long relaxed hair, I'm a very hairy person, you can tell from my thick bushy eyebrows. I grab my brown Gucci snap bag and a pair of black chanel shades, I mean why not.

I grab my car keys and I'm ready to hit the road, I own a white range rover evoque which my husband bought for me as our wedding gift.

I drive off to Sandton city which is closest since we live in Brynston. Forever 21 is always my first stop, the dresses there are beautiful and come in a range of sizes,i shop around for hours and already my feet are tired.

I walk to the food Court to grab a meal, ocean basket is my favourite restaurant, mainly because it used to be the go to place for Muzi and I back when we were dating. I walk in and I'm led to my table, something catches my eye though. Muzi is sitting with a beautiful colored slim lady and they look really cosy, my heart aches but I act strong. I grab the menu and order, you can tell by the way she is giggling and laughing that they are really having the time of their lives, I remember when I was the one making him smile like that.

My food arrives and I've honestly lost my appetite, I ask for a takeaway and then leave. Driving home was difficult with all these tears blinding my sight.
I arrives home and head straight to bed, I've lost my appetite.

The next day I head to church and yeah the service was great but there's really nothing to look forward to, while everyone stands in front to tell us about how God has been so good to them, I have nothing to share, I'm broken inside and I'm empty, I have no friends, no family, all I have is my older sister who unfortunately also has her own life and cannot always run to my rescue, I brought this upon myself and maybe God hates me for the decisions I took when I was younger, I shouldn't stayed pure and waited for the right guy to marry me willingly without being forced into it.

*Monday morning*
Woke up with swollen eyes and an awful headache. I decide to drink pain meds. I'm tired of this lonely life, I'm leaving, I don't know where I'm going, how I'll get there and what I'll do when I get there but I'm driving off, where ever the road leads me.

I'm fed up of living like this, I'm young and I deserve so much better. I grab my large suitcase, I throw all my clothes in there, grab my newly bought clothes and once I'm done packing and satisfied with everything, I grab a piece of paper to write a note for Muzi, but I'm too broken to even think of the right words so I just leave a note saying "I hope she makes you happy, I'm leaving" I grab my car keys and I drive off.

I've been driving for 3 hours, I don't even know where I am, I'll stop at the nearest garage to grab something to eat and rest a bit,i drive past a board that reads "Mpumalanga Welcomes you", I guess this road leads me home.

I finally stop at a gas station, I fill up my tank and grab something to eat. I search for the nearest hotel then drive off to it.

By the time I get to the hotel it is just after 3pm, my phone hasn't rang since. I get to the hotel and book a room for a week. I don't even bother changing into more comfortable clothes or at least my pjs, I just open the sheets and throw myself in, put my phone on silent and it was just me and my thoughts. I wonder why no one ever really cares about me unless there's something in it for them, I mean Muzi was an amazing boyfriend but I guess that was only until he got what he wanted, my parents gave up on me when they couldn't get what they wanted out of me-a successful independent woman, I guess I'll never get to experience how it feels like for someone to genuinely be on your side even when there's nothing in it for them.

I'm woken up by the annoying sound of my phone ringing, I guess I must've cried myself to sleep, my body hurts I'm in the most uncomfortable sleeping position and worse is that I still have my bra on.

I grab my phone and answer obviously without looking at the caller ID, I mean I hardly ever get phone calls so I'll obviously answer this. "maGumede" my mother in law greets from the other end, my heart ached with disappointment because honestly a part of me was hoping that my dear husband was the one calling to find out where I am.

"Yebo Ma" I respond while sitting up trying to stretch my aching body. "ukuphi sisi?, I drove by earlier and found that you weren't home, thats unusual of you because usually at that time you're in the kitchen cooking dinner" I sigh, well honestly this would've felt better coming from my husband, it wouldn't been so amazing if he was the one paying attention to the little details.

"ma I need some time away, I'll be back in a week or two" she sighs out of defeat, "and your husband? Who is going to take care of him while you're away?" I hold myself from blabbing out the incident from earlier at the restaurant. "ma, I think everyone can tell that my marriage with Muzi is ashy, it's old news, Muzi doesn't need me to take care of him, I mean he never even comes home unless he's there to fetch something or to Change into clean clothes, he hasn't even noticed that I left, or if he has, then he's probably throwing a party" I tear up, my heart aches so much, I wish I could call my mum and tell her all that's going on, but she'll probably remind me how I brought this all upon myself.

"Ayanda, come home to KZN, I think I might have a solution to your marital problems, I suggest if you really want to save your marriage then check out of that hotel and drive down to KZN tonight, I'll be there in the morning with ubaba, that's why I came by earlier to tell you that we're leaving for a few weeks" Well Muzi's family is originally from KZN, that's where he was born and bred until he came to joburg after graduating at UKZN to start his career, his dad also owns an audit firm here in joburg so his parents own a house this side since they frequently move between joburg and KZN but his brothers and sister are based in KZN.

Ma and I spoke for a few more minutes before the call ended, I immediately freshened up then prepared myself to leave, don't look at me like that, I obviously want to save my marriage, Muzi is the only man I know, and frankly, he's the only man I want to me with for the rest of my life...