The car ride over is plagued with an uncomfortable silence. Music is blasting but you can still feel the silence resonating off the dark leather seat. I can only imagine the series of thoughts that go through his mind but he knows a THOT is the only thing on mine.
The street lights do their best to show us our path but the road ahead is still guess work. A couple close calls here and there with conspicuous curves and we pull up to the blue metal gate. Her drive way is unnecessarily long but we end up at the two door wooden garage of the recently repainted cream house that roofs my ex and, temporarily, the "friends" she always talked shit about.
After a minute of interval hooting we realised one of us would have to go in and call them. Rock, paper, scissors determined I'd be the lucky bastard to try rush girls taking forever to look great for the guys they planned to mize. I enter the garage door and weave between door frames till I get to the room they were perched in, living room. I enter during the heated debate between Rea and Neliwe about whether to come to our impromptu gathering or watch strictly Come dancing repeats.
I interrupt the debate with "You should totally come enjoy the beach with us Neliwe" as if I had known her for ages. Although I kinda did, a version of her painted by Rea anyway. "Who's this Rea?" She said equipped with a condescending voice and a look of disgust. A look I had also been briefed about in prior conversations with Rea.
"This is my husband babe, don't act like you didn't know that" she said while standing up to give me a greeting only a wife should give her husband. She gave me a kiss, the kind to leave a taste lingering in your mouth. The 'i-haven't-seen-you-in-forever-and-this-is-how-much-I've-missed-you' kind of kiss.
It's intoxicating. I've almost forgotten where I am, for a second there, I was a lifetime away and planet earth was ever so foreign when I came back. Familiarizing myself to the environment I notice a guitar sitting on the couch and ask who plays. "I'm learning" Rea says before making her way to the room with her friends.
"Wait for us by the car? We'll be there just now". They disappear into the walls. The acoustic instrument left on the couch suddenly looks so lonely, so I take it with me to the car. The wait begins.
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Silver Beema
General FictionA gripping tale on the transcredible exploits of a young man, a car and his virginity. This is just the first of many stories to come from With(in)sanity. Authors: Lesego Morris-Motea and Jason Nqobani Moyo. Parental advisory [Explicit content] Cons...
