-𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝒛𝒂𝒚𝒊-
That night, she didn't sleep much, in actual fact, she did a lot of tossing and turning for the whole night and when she couldn't take it anymore... she decided to go and watch TV, with the heater on. After about an hour of watching the TV blankly, Cass walked down the stairs with Milli in her arms...
Onele: hey.
Cass: Khamthathe.
Being the great aunt that she was, Onele extended her arms and took him. Milli was wide awake playing and smiling to whosoever cared to look at his cute little face.
Onele: Akonwabe.
Cass: Kunini evukile, Yho ha.a.
Onele: Go back to sleep, I'll bring him if he needs uncanca.
Cass: Enkosi mntase.
She walked back upstairs, leaving Aunt Onele in conversation with her nephew. Not the best conversation, but a very cute one. They eventually fell asleep on that couch, until Onele felt Cass taking Milli from her chest...Onele: Mh?
Cass: Ungu makazi nyhani shem, go to bed. I'll take it from here.
Onele: Yho, silele.
She laughed and walked to her bedroom with Milli leaving Onele to turn off the TV and go to bed. She slept for about four hours then woke up, and took a shower. Maybe it was because of the restless night, or sleeping on the couch... her body was just dragging her mood. When she finally gave up on feeling better, she turned her phone on and just lay on her back trying not to think. As expected, she felt all message vibrations, but just didn't want to attend to any of them as yet. Ginger called, not surprising at all. She let it ring four times before answering it...Onele: Hello?
Ginger: Baby... Kunini ikhala iphone?
Onele
Onele: Bendivasa, what's up?
Ginger: Can we meet up?
Onele: No.
Ginger: Why not?
Onele: We agreed to meet up Wednesday.
Ginger: Onele ndiyak'cela ndifuna ukubona namhlanje, inde into yangolwesithathu.
She didn't answer him.
Ginger: Ndize?
Onele: Nd'cela sithethe apha lento kucaba iyakutshisa.
Ginger: Baby...
Onele: Babe I'm not feeling well, I just took meds andizokwazi uphuma and meet up with you.
Ginger: You took meds, utheni?
Onele: I have severe period pains.
Ginger: I'm sorry, zincedwa yintoni?
Onele: The meds I took, and staying warm in bed.
Ginger: So there's nothing I can do?
Onele: Nah, I'll be fine. Enkosi.
Ginger: Okay ke I'll wait for Wednesday. I love you.
Onele: Love you too.
Ginger: Sharp.
They hung up.
She obviously didn't have no period pains but she just didn't want him to say "jump" and she'll ask "how high". After that phone call she went to make food for herself and her sister was with her baby daddy.
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Shrivelled Roses 1 (Intro)
General FictionShort stories of the young, smart and beautiful ladies embarking on a journey of self-discovery. Most of them manage to outgrow the pressures of adulting, but some fall into the traps of old, erudite, and charming men.