KHANYISA
The week progresses and the bathroom mess is forgotten or rather swept under the rug, whichever one it is, I'm glad he doesn't bring it up again because I'm very sure I'd die of embarrassment if he does bring it up.
This also means I've been depriving myself of the bathtub, showers have been the way to go and although I miss being soaked up in the spacious bathtub, I'm not ready for another run in with Nkosi.
On friday morning I wake up, make my bed and go to my bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. My hair is starting to get messy and I don't want to show up like this tomorrow at my inlaws house so I need to find a salon. I decide that I'll ask Cheryl, surely she knows her way around here, I feel grateful that she came over and introduced herself.
I put on my leggings and a shirt that goes just over my bums then I slip on my slippers and head over to the kitchen, before I get there I pass Nkosi's room. The door is open and there's shuffling, I stand there deciding on whether to pass and go get started with breakfast or ask if he's okay.
A normal wife would check if he's okay.
I push the door further open and he's standing near his drawers, he just finished bathing, I can tell because he only has a towel on him, he's definetly running late.
"You overslept?" I ask walking in the room and he turns to look at me.
"Yeah, I don't know how that happened,"
"You must have been exhausted," I move to his closet and decide I'll pick out his suit for him just to help so I start looking at the well placed suits, I pick out a three piece navy suit and a white shirt and when I turn to give them to him, hes in his boxers only giving me the perfect view of all his glory, if I could just feel those muscles, mmh...
"Thank you, " He says and I snap out of it.
"Yeah... You're welcome, " I give him the clothes and try not to cower with how he's looking at me.
I decide to pick out a tie too and then his shoes and socks just so as to keep myself and my eyes busy while matching his outfit for the day.
When he's all done he stands up straight and I look at him, He looks good, I did great. I can't help but smile at my choice.
"Yisho phela, ngimuhle" [Say it, I'm handsome] he praises himself, he's not shy in that department.
"umuhle Nyanda [You're handsome]" I compliment him and for the first time ever, he smiles shyly.
"Ngiyabonga [thank you]"
"You're welcome, we should make this a thing, " I say checking him out once again.
"It is now," he chuckles.
"You'll find me in the kitchen, " I turn to leave but he stops me.
" No, leave it. I'll get something at work."
"Alright, "
He reaches for his car keys and briefcase "What does your day look like?"
"Nothing much, some writing and the Salon,"
"Lunch maybe?"
"I could do that, I'll let you know when I'm on my way," I tell him.
"Okay, see you later," He says then walks out and I get started with my day. I wait for 8 o'clock in the morning and then I text Cheryl.
"Need a hairdo, you know a place?"
"I know just the place, meet outside my house in one hour?"
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