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Chapter Fifty.

Chapter Fifty.

"Don't get so worked up over things you can't change or people you can't change. It's not worth the anger buildup or the heartache. Control only what you can."

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'Your baby is growing actively, and the organs are continuing to develop. Your baby can hold their neck straight and turn their head from side to side. Your baby has developed the grasp reflex and is continuously training their-...'

"But no one asked you that." Buhle says to Khaya as their voices get louder and louder. They reach the kitchen and I still had no clue what the heck they were debating about but that has seriously distracted me from reading up on the 16th week development on my baby.
"Give me a break," Khaya throws his grown self on a highchair. I've been stirring this green tea for too long, that it now just looked unappealing to me. Smelt pretty unappealing too at this current moment putting me off it completely.

"Good morning sis," Buhle greets me first and is followed by Khayalakhe. Is that a beard I see on his chin?
"What are you two arguing about so early in the morning?" I ask taking my cup to empty it in the sink.
"He's telling me about Christiano Rollins or something."
"Ronaldo Buhle Christiano Ronaldo," Khaya corrects her and she just shrugs it off. "You guys have been living under rocks, how can you guys not be concerned when the biggest and greatest soccer player is retiring?"

I pull up my search engine and search for this player.

'Did you mean Cristiano Ronaldo?'

Okay obviously!

Sweet Jesus!

"If he's old then let him be."
"He most certainly does not look old in this photo," I turn the screen to Buhle and watch her jaw drop.
"Where in the name of 'you're-so-fine-gimme-your-time' is he from?"
"That is besides the point here."
"Khaya now I'm interested. Tell me more about him." Buhle gushes over the phone, scrolling down while I chuckle.

"He's married." Khaya says.
"Ah, I'm back to not caring then." She hands me my phone back and I lock it placing it on the counter.
"This was never about his looks though, kanti how are you people."

I chortle moving slightly to allow Nandi to grab cutlery. "Anyway where Luthando, she slept so early yesterday when we came, she made me so mad." Buhle mentions.
"She's outside with Bangi. We'll go join them in a few."

There's a prolonged awkward silence that's interfered with the sizzling sounds of bacon on the pan. My mouth watered and my stomach rumbled as I could already taste it.

"So...people have been talking..." She breaks the yolk of silence with a topic I have been avoiding for far too long now with them. "...talking about Luthando not being Thokozani's child. How true is this?"
"News travels hey."
"Some people are even saying Thokozani drinks like a fish now." Khaya adds. "The ladies at church are even saying that the demon has him trapped right where he wants them cause he's even sleeping with random women."
"Khaya why are you even listening to grown people's conversations like that?" I ask.
"How are you going to ignore a group of 6 women laughing and gossiping over a cup of hot tea and Mrs Nkosi's fresh scones? They are always loud." He quickly justified.