Shrivelled Roses 1 (Intro)

Chapter 13

-𝑰𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒊-

"I know what you said, but do you realize ukuthi you're doing the opposite of that? You're literally going back on your word!" she tried her best to remain calm, but the rage within her belly was pushing through. He just looked at her, shaking his head and then he walked out. She ran after him, screaming her lungs out. He stopped packing and frowned at her asking... "Usuphethwe yi dlozi or vele uyahlanya ngempela baby?"

That "uyahlanya" hit a place she had managed to bury for the longest time. She froze and looked tried to breathe... the infamous techniques that supposedly help one to calm down... yes, she did those... with her eyes closed. The next minutes, he was walking out of the house and she was running after him. She blind mindedly grabbed his wrist, he yanked it off her and they stood in silence. Shocked by his reaction, she looked around, there were no people in sight... just the man of her dreams in his bad day demeanor. She cleared her throat, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. She was still shaking from her anger, but he didn't care and she knew that he was really going to leave her like that if she didn't own up and talk to him as calmly as she possibly could.

Iyana: Okay I'm calm...

Clive: Congratulations.

Iyana: I'm going to ignore that... uyaphi?

Clive: Awung'mele Iyana bo, hau!

Iyana: Zwelethu uyaphi?

He hissed, both hands in his Adidas jogging shorts showing off his dark and thick masculine legs.

Clive: I'm going for a drive.

Iyana: Then I'm going with you.

Clive: Aw'dakwanga sisi?

Iyana: Ubuthenge utywala Zwelethu?

His phone rang...

He walked back towards the front door, got inside his house and shut the door in her face as he answered his brother. She walked in, and stood beside him eavesdropping on the conversation between the two brothers.

Clive: Mntungwa?

Kuriyata: Ngikude nemizuzu eyishumi nanhlanu, usukulungele uhamba?

Clive: Sure, just hoot when you get to the gate.

Kuriyata: Sure, where is your woman?

Clive: Nangu eng'bheke ngathi uhlanyo.

Kuriyata laughed his lungs out, and hung up.

They sure liked them crazy.

Iyana: You're calling me uhlanyo Zwelethu? uHlanyo? Ngiyahlanya mina?

Clive: Aw mfethu awung'yeke... ngiyak'ncenga kahle. I told you about this trip, months ago. Today, you're acting crazy as if you're hearing about it for the first time?

Iyana: you couldn't think of any other word but uhlanyo Zwelethu?

Clive: Mawuz'bhekile ke awuhlanyi perhaps?

Iyana: Hehe! Ndizokubonisa uhlanyoo ke bhuti, I will give you exactly what you ordered.

She walked away... rephrase... she stormed away.

Left him in the lounge and went to their bedroom where she locked herself inside with his luggage. Ten minutes later, he followed behind her and after two tries on the knob he realized that she had indeed locked herself in the room with his luggage.

Clive: Iyana?

She ignored him.

Clive: Baby please open the door.