To Love Or Not To Love

Chapter 10

ZIYANDA

I am so restless as I wait for him to show up and I don't know why. I pride myself in being a confident woman who knows what she wants and is always in control of her feelings. But this right here,  what I'm feeling? It is a very foreign feeling and I'm not sure if it's good or bad for me.

I hope Mnotho does not come to see me in a company car. I mean nothing is wrong with it and I'm not judging but it if he does, it could lead to him get fired.  Not many people will admit it because of society's expectations but, being with an unemployed partner is strenuous, for both men and women. So I don't want him to even deal with the struggles of unemployment.

It's exactly fifteen minutes past three when he sends a text saying he's outside.  In this exact moment, I wish I had a bottle of tequila I could chug down and drown these butterflies I feel in my tummy.  I was listening to 'Vegas' by Doja Cat and it's given me the boost of confidence I didn't even know I needed to go see this man.

I glance at myself in the mirror one last time and I still look good in these sweatpants. I had to change into sweatpants in case things go south and my hoe side starts to surface and wants to play. These will protect me from making any bad decisions I  hope.

Off I go... it's showtime!!

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MNOTHO

I honestly didn't think Yanda would give me the time of day let alone allow me to pop up at her place. I'm not nervous per se but I am curious as to how this meeting will go and I'm hoping I don't screw it up.

I see her approach the car and I quickly get out so I could stand on the other side to open the door for her. I'm driving a VW Polo GTI today and she looks a bit stunned, at what? I'm not quite sure.

"Hi." She says as she stands a few feet away from me looking simple but beautiful.

"Hi Yanda. Do you think I could get a hug?"
"Uh yeah sure, I guess."

She gets closer and I lean in for a hug and as I envelop her in my arms, I can't help but inhale her magnificent scent. She smells like lavender and a hint of basil, an odd combination but it works. I find it hard to pull away but I have to lest it gets awkwardand we still have to chat.

"Uhm... so what brings you here?" She asks.
"Well I don't know really, I just had an urge to come see you. It's weird I know but I can't describe it, I just felt it. Mind if we get inside the car?" I say.

She nods, I open the door for her and shut it immediately once she's in.

"I can't say I understand how you feel but I'm willing to just talk to you and hope that you're not some kind of serial killer." She says with some humor laced in her voice.

I chuckle at that and give her one of my best smiles, well I hope that's how it looks to her. You never know nowadays, you'd think you're cute kanti you're giving off psycho vibes.

"What's your surname Yanda?"
"It's Mkhize, why ask?"
"I'm just asking for future reference, nothing serious."

We spend about three hours conversating about anything under the sun and all I feel is contentment. This is exactly what I needed today.She leaves but not before we exchange numbers and share promises of meeting up again some time.

As I head on home, I'm feeling elated and appreciative for the time I spent with uMa'Mkhize wami, uKhabazela. (My MaMkhize) Or is it too soon to claim her as mine?