Chapter 57

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Three months later...

“Lutendo! What do you mean by you want me to meet your parents?”
“Babe, I'm old to be playing hide and seek games. I love you and I want you to meet my parents.”
“I understand that but my love, is it not too soon?”
“Ai, Khanyisile, just be ready by Friday.”
“Just like that? No discussion nothing?”
He got out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I followed him. I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Mufunwa wanga, are you angry?”
“Maybe.. but you're not ready to meet my parents, we will go some other time.”
My hands travelled to his shorts. I held his stiff erection in my tiny hand. I looked at his face change.
“Khanyi..”
How he said my name, brought joy to my heart. I slowly stroked him.
I went on my knees and pulled his shorts down. How his dick sprang once it was released.
I licked the precum then put half of his member in my mouth. I heard him hiss.
I used my teeth to scrape his member, not too hard. “Fuck!”
I used my other hand to massage his balls. I swallowed him whole, he touched the back of my throat. Lutendo held my hair and fucked me back. I took his member out to catch a breather. I loved the popping sound and how my saliva had coated his penis. I shoved it back into my mouth, I used my tongue to circle the head.
I continued to suck him until he climaxed. I licked him clean then got up.
“Are you still angry Mr Mulaudzi?”
“Can I catch my breath first?” he held my waist and pulled me to him. “How can I be angry after that?”

“Why don't you just move in with him Chommie?”
I threw my bag at Kele’s direction, when I arrived at our apartment. “Is Refentse still here?”
“He just left.”
“Lutendo, wants me to meet his parents.”
“Shut the front door! Madoda!”
“Is it not too soon? I want to but also afraid.”
“Why?”
I put my head on her lap. “What if his parents don't like me? Maybe there's a girl in the villages ready for her. These things happen.”
She started laughing like a witch. “Chommie, you remember when I was so scared to meet Refentse’s family and you told me that if they don't like me, that's on them. The same applies to Lutendo’s family.”
“I hear you babe. Did you check on Rendani and the baby?”
“She's giving me baby fever.”

In my room I called Lutendo,
“My love.”
“Sthandwa sami.”
“I'll come with you to see your parents.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You have met my parents, it's only fair I meet yours as well.”
“If you're a hundred percent certain.”
“Yes I am.”
“When will the school be ready?”
“The painters just finished painting, and my mom promised to do the interior work.”
“If you need anything ask.”
“Lutendo?”
“Baby?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, my light.”

Kele was in my room helping me pack my clothes for the weekend. I made sure to only pack dresses and skirts.
Who knows, maybe Lutendo’s parents are old school. Women don't wear pants in their homes.
“Chommie, what if they want you to stay with them after you two get married?”
“Calm your tits down! I'm just meeting his parents.”
“Yes, but marriage is next.”
I threw myself on the bed. “Marriage?”
I went to bath then wore a blue, halter neck bodycon dress that reached my calves, and my white converse. The dress had short sleeves, I wore a denim jacket on top.
“Kele, come and tell me how I look?”

“Umakoti ngowethu,
Usengowethu ngempela bo,
Uzosiwashela asiphakele, siyavuma...” she held my hand and forced me to dance.

“Keletso yoh!”
“I'm going to borrow you my blue doek, you will look perfect.”
“Is it necessary?”
She came back holding the doek. “Chommie, don't forget to lay on your side like they do on muvhango. It's muvhango right?”
On our mat, I lay on my side. “Aa, musanda wanga.”
We heard Lutendo laughing by the door.
“Musanda?”
“That's what they say on muvhango. Right Kele?”
She nodded while trying to contain her laughter.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes. Do I look okay?”
“My parents are not old school. The last born acts like a slay queen.”
“Why didn't you say so! I could have worn my jeans.”
“And miss the chance to see you looking that hot? I want to...” his lightbulb went on, and remembered that Kele was still in the room.
I hugged Kele then we left.

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