ONYIYE THAT GIRL

ONYIYE THAT GIRL
CHAPTER 46

AT THE FARM

Meanwhile she is groaning in pain.
You know leads to bodily changes that prepare us to be more efficient in danger: The brain becomes hyper alert, pupils dilate, the bronchi dilate and breathing accelerates. Her heart rate and blood pressure is rising. Blood flow and stream of glucose to the skeletal muscles increase. Her ears are blocked. She can see movements but it's like she is in her own world.
First a simple impact, then a warning sting, then the growing ache as she begin losing blood. That is how she felt when the gunshot landed on her thigh. How they managed to spot her under that wheelbarrow? She also doesn't have answers for it. Everything is becoming fuzzy…
The immediate feeling is nothing. The nerves are shutting down instantly. Even though her heart is shattered, there was no pain. Slowly her nerves started to work again, and then there was pain. She groans holding her aching thigh. It looked like hamburger meat or is she exaggerating? 
A bright figure infront of her blurry vision. She briefly smiles. 
"Babe," her voice is shallow. She feels being picked up and floating. Her eyes becoming heavy, darkness taking over.

AT THE HOSPITAL

When she woke up after the surgery, there was an intense pain. The doctor asked…
"Would you like some Demerol?"
"Yes, please." Her voice is husky. She doesn't even know the what is a Demerol. How does it feel to survive it? Pretty damn good, considering the alternative. Sthembiso is here beside her all bloodied. She looks at him and briefly smiles. He smiles back…
"You were lucky that the bullet went straight through the meat, sparing veins and bones and everything else. Your wound is clean and there is no major damage that was done. The pain will ease in few days." He says looking at the gunshot wound on he inner thigh.
"When can you discharge her?" Sthembiso asks.
"Tomorrow." 
"Can't it be now?" 
The doctor looks at him without responding. 
"Please…"
"The police where here to take statement." The doctor replies.
"Trust me. The cops will not help us on this. All we need is our family."
"I'm afraid I…"
"Doc please. Consider her as you child. She really needs to be in the safe place." He adds. 
The doctor sighs running out of options.
"You are putting me in a really awkward position here. I could even loose my licence. What will I tell the cops?" 
"Figure something out man. Give me your number, just incase the wound doesn't heal." 
The male doctor punches his number on Sthembiso's phone. Saved as Doctor Nxumalo. 
Sthembiso helps Onyiye change into something comfortable. He helps her on a wheelchair then wheels her out of the hospital.
He scoops her up in a bridal style and helps her to sit comfortably in the backseat. Khoza is already waiting for them in the Van. He hops in the backseat as well sitting next to her. She takes a deep breath looking outside the window. 
“Where are the kids?” she asks, still looking outside the window. She can hear him through swallowing a huge chunk of salvia. He clears his throat and takes a deep breath. 
“With the nanny.” She turns to look at him with a slight frown on her face.
“A nanny?” 
She does not recall hiring one as far as she can remember. 
“Yes love, a nanny. I hired her today.” 
“Without my consent Sthembiso!” She half screams. He looks at her with his eyes popped out. 
“No matter how angry you are with me, never raise your tiny voice at me.” He grabs her by neck and forcefully kisses her. He pulls back and looks directly into her eyes. “I'm sorry for not telling you. I know I sound like a jerk right now - but I did this for you. I have noticed how you usually come back tired from work. You still have to cook, clean and take care of the kids and on top of that catch up on school work.” 
She looks at him and smiles. He smiles back in relief. 
“Thank you. Right now, I just need to sleep and forget about everything.” 
“And you will my love. He grabs her hand and kisses the back of it. They pass by the shops and they bump into Tazz looking like a mess. 
“Tazz, why do I have a feeling that you are ignoring us?” Tazz tilts his head and looks at the guys. Onyioye was in the car fast asleep. Tazz looks around. 
“Someone shot Thandeka.” He whispers. 
“Huh? Your booty call?” They get confused. Last time they checked Tazz was determined to date Sisipho Onyinye's sister. What changed? 
Tazz pulls him by his hand to the van. They all hop in...
“What do you mean Thandeka was shot? Ain’t you were dating Sisipho?” Tazz asks looking at his face. Tazzz takes a deep breathe. 
“I cut ties with Sisipho because some guys are after me.”
“What?’
“Why did you not come to us?” Sthembiso.
“Because I did not want to put your lives in danger.” 
“Tazz, you do understand that we were all in this. You do understand that we were all together doing this shit. All of a sudden you face difficulties and you turn your back on us. We are also facing shit bra but we have each other's back through thick and thin.” 
“I understand that Sthembiso. They have been sending me threatening messages. I have to cut communication with Sisipho because I knew that she is not safe and her life is in danger.” He takes a deep breath. “I did not break up with Sisipho because I wanted to, I had no choice. I had to save her life." He looks down in shame. 
“This is one fcked up shit!” 
“I believe that they are also following me wherever I go, that is why they shot Thandeka thinking it was Sisipho. Now I'm bound to stay with Thandeka for life since she took a bullet that was not meant for her. The doctor said she can no longer have babies. Her womb was damaged. I do not even love that chick.” 
The atmosphere is thick. They look at each other not knowing what to say further. 
“I think since the case is like this, we should continue like this. Let them think that we have gone our separate ways.” Khoza suggest.
“I think that will be a good option until God knows when.” 
They promise each other to be in touch with one another. Tazz apologizes to the guys for giving them a cold shoulder. 

They arrive at home – Onyiye finds the helper in bum shorts. She clears her throat; the helper jumps in fear and turns to face them. Their make-up is on point and her cleavage is all out. Sthembiso looks down embarrassed but Onyiye keeps her smile on. 
“Is this your little sister?” she asks. Her eyelashes are flapping back and forth.  
“No, the owner of the house.” Sthembiso replies. 
“Ow, Hai.” She sounds disappointed. 
“Hai. I will be in my room.” She leans against Sthembiso for support. He held her waist supporting her as they took baby steps to the bedroom. He helps her sit on the bed but she notices that the bed covers have been changed. 
“Did you change the covers?” 
“No babe, why?” He takes his bloodied T-shirt. 
“It was not like this the time we left in the morning. Did you not tell your girlfriend that my room is off limits?” 
“Yaz babe, I did not get time to talk to her. But I will tell her now.” He changes his t-shirts, kisses her cheek and makes her lie on the bed. Covers her with a blanket and walks out to find the helper on the couch with her legs wide open. He clears his throat and looks at her. She stands up and smiles widely.
“Can I go dish up for you?” 
“Is this how you normally wear?” 
She looks at herself. “Yes, is there a problem?” 
“Yes, there is a problem. I am a man and men get seduced easily. So, I would really prefer you to dress in something appropriate. Its only my woman who is allowed with this kind of clothing in this house. If you are unable to abide by the rules – unfortunately I will have to let you go.” 
“But...”
“No buts. It's either we respect each other or I let you go.” 
She looks at him with a long face. 
“I prefer if you let me go sir. I cannot change my sense of clothing.” 
“Very well then, you may leave my house.” 

He dropped her off at the rank, now that he thinks about it – it was very wrong of him to take such a huge step without consulting Onyinye. From now onwards he will make sure that he consults her first before making any decisions. This thing almost backfired on his face!
Arriving home, he finds his team wide awake. 
“Bafana bami.” 
When their eyes are glued to pepper pig – you cannot disturb them. A call comes through on his phone with a number he does not recognize. He swipes to answer...
“Sthembiso!” That is his, other hurting his eardrum. 
“Mah,”
“Zanele gave birth and she passed away this morning. Her mother does not want to do anything with the baby. I don’t know what to do Sthembiso.” 
Why is this woman pancaking.
“Ow, okay. The its fine we will take care of the babe.” 
“You do not understand. I hate everything that has to do with Dumisani!” 
“Mah, what do you want me to do with another babe when I have a full house. MaZet’s babe can live with you for the time being.” 
“You will find him in the bin!” she disconnects the call. He sighs, putting his phone aside. His mother is really something else. It's just the anger that was in her talking. She cannot do that to her grandchild. 
He glances at the watch and notices that it is late. He needs to bathe his kids and feed them. Feeding Ndimu has always been a struggle. He cannot sit till like Ngimuphiwe. Looking at his kids gives him so much joy. He still wanted to ask Mazet about the baby she gave up and never cared to look back. He still has questions for her even in her death. He still wants to know why she gave up his son, just like that without care. Why did she never look for him even after everything? How was she going to love this one when he didn’t know where his first son was? She saw Ngimuphiwe but she paid no attention to him and she did not even care. It was just a pity that she just died. Good riddance to bad rubbish. He clicks his tongue realizing that he has just wasted his time in thinking over useless things. 
He takes the babies out of the bathtub. If Ndoni was to witness this she would have given her the scolding of his life which he loves very much.    
He leaves them on top of the bed and heads to the kitchen to make them purity juices. 
He scrolls around the house just to be sure that everything is on set. The cameras are working and the alarm has been turned on. He locks all doors and turns off the lights. He whistles going to the kid's bedroom. They share one bedroom for security reasons. He finds them already with their eyes half open. Ndimuphiwe the devil son, the devil advocates son and there is an angel son which is Ngimuphiwe. That little champ never cries unless he has a reason for his outburst. His eyes become teary not believing that he is a father. He kisses them and leaves them to sleep. Rather leave the light on with the door open. 
He finds Onyiye awake trying to get off the bed. 
“What do you think you are doing Miss Blackie.” 
“I want to use the bathroom.” Her voice seems tired and pained. He looks at her face, listening to her groaning. 
“Don't worry I got you.” He scoops her up like a piece of paper sends her to the toilet. She pulls her underwear done and pees...
“Can you give me privacy?” 
“Whatever you want to do. Do it Infront of me.” He leans against the bathroom counter, takes out his phone and secretly takes a video of her pooping.
He smiles looking at her embarrassed. She wipes her behind, stands up and flushes the toilet and sprinkles the refresher in the air. She strips naked and limps to the shower. She takes a quick shower.

They are now in bed...
“Mum called.”
“Is she okay?” 
“Apparently MaZet gave birth and my mother does not want anything to do with Dumisani’s child. I don’t know what to do. You should have heard how she was cussing and screaming hurting my eardrum.”
She chucks. 
“I'm sure she is still hurt she will come around. Let her bond with him and...” Sthembiso’s phone rings. He pulls for it on top of the dressing table.
“It's my father.” He exhales loudly and answers. 
“Baba,” 
“Your mother is not feeding this baby. It has been crying non-stop. He is now burning. He even has hiccups. This baby is going to die.” The panic in his father's voice has caused a mini heart attack. 
“Can I talk to her.” 
Shuffling.
“Yah,” Okay this woman is not in the so cold good mood. 
“Mah, I will fetch the child tomorrow morning. Can you please just take care of him just for this night? I beg you in the name of Jesus Christ. I will even buy you those Goma Goma couches you were crying about. By tomorrow they will be in your house.” 
“Okay! Bring my grandkids. I miss them.” Just like that the phone is being tossed aside. He shakes his head and disconnects the phone and sighs...
“What have I done?” 
“You had no choice. I would have probably sone the same.” She assures him.
“Looks like we cannot get rid of Dumisani no matter how hard we try. Looks like he will keep haunting us even in us even in his death.”
“Do it for your niece. The baby is not at fault here.”
“But I feel like the burden is piling up on you every day. We have more than enough kids and I do not want to add anymore trouble. 

SISIPHO MAZIBUKO

She was clearing his drawers. Setting up papers accordingly. Now that she stumbled upon an interview paper for a PA. She read through and understood every concept of it.
"A Personal Assistant, or Personal Executive Assistant, completes clerical tasks for senior-level staff members. Their main duties include answering emails and phone calls, scheduling meetings and booking travel arrangements."
She wants to do all of this without being told. Atleast she now has a clear understanding with her job description. She feels satisfied, being trained by him is a drain honestly but she cannot tell him that. Instead of her learning the are always out in the office only God knows doing what.
He walks in and looks at the papers on to of his table.
"Where are my documents?" He asks.
"In the first drawer sir."
He forces pushes her against the wall.
She gasps…
He presses his lips against hers making her to melt.
Their bodies pressed together heatedly against the wall, breathing heavily as their lips pressed together. She could taste their shared breath, feel the thud of their combined heartbeat as they fumbled to take off one another's clothes.
"Where else do you want to kiss me later?" He asks inbetween the kisses. She's panting unable to respond. Her hands are all over him. She unbuckles his belt and zips his pants down.
It's like any intense romantic movie where the camera focuses on a couple while staring deep into each other's eyes, realizing that they're in love. A daring gaze paired with a lingering smile - does this mean he's really into her? She pushes him off her and makes him sit on his office chair.
While sitting in a chair, they are straddled face to face. She sits on him with her legs apart to allow penetration. He is fully fitted inside of her making her to throw her head backwards.
He holds her back for support. He start by kissing her on the nape and then sway back and forth to increase the thrust.
It’s like driving with the windows down and seat warmers on. But in a very sexual way. And a thousand times more intense.
Now, with orgasm building up with every thrust, her shaky legs, erect nipples, a tightness in and around your vagina,
Euphoria. Complete joy and pleasure building up until you reach the mind-blowing release of endorphins. Clenching to hold onto the feeling until she finally give in and then the best feeling hits. He holds her wait and pounds her faster and harder from underneath.
"Ow, God!"
He is dripping sweat cursing and grinding his teeth. He gives her the last hardful thrust making her to squeal in her shaky voice.
His penis begins to lose its erection. About half of the erection is lost immediately, and the rest fades soon after. Muscle tension fades, and then man Gerald feels relaxed or drowsy.
They look at each other and let's out a enormous laugh.