KHANYISA
The next morning is quite a busy one. I woke up before Nkosi and took a bath to wash off traces of last night and just to wake my body up then I got dressed and went down to find that it's a full house.
Seeing that there's a gathering here for the new year's eve and all the way into the new year itself, there's a lot of people around and Nkosi's mom has taken the liberty to introduce me to everyone.
There's people that I met at our wedding, who I shamefully cannot remember their names but I just smile when we exchange greetings and just let the conversation flow, I'm not good at remembering names, unless it's a name that catches my attention for the sole purpose of me wanting to name a character in my stories, beyond that, I'm terrible at remembering whose who.
Liyana and I cross paths and I don't spare her a second look. Luckily she gets the hint and stays out of my way.
That is until my mother in law hands us both small grass brooms and instructs us to sweep the yard.
One thing about village yards? They are huge and there's always this steep, the ground is never leveled so sweeping on its own turns out to be a serious workout.
She leaves us and we stare at our brooms then at the yard then at each other. In order to get done before the sun officially shows off all it's glory we are going to need to split and work fast so I swallow my anger towards her for a moment and start "I'll start that side then we can meet in the middle," I point to the other end.
"Okay" she nods and I move away from her.
I focus on my task until I feel someone looking at me, when I look up I find Mduduzi starring at me with much amusement, I stare back and he winks then walks away. That leaves me a bit unsettled because the last thing I want is to have anyone getting the wrong message here so I look around and see nobody else looking in my direction.
Liyana and I make it to the middle and we started clearing the collected dirt quietly so. If this was Mrs. Mdlalose's way of getting us to talk then she failed, she failed dismally because I'm way past the point of wanting to talk to her, Liyana can go screw herself.
We go our different directions after she offers to dispose of the dirt and I make my way to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. It's scorching hot but I still love my coffee, I can't help it.
The kitchen is empty when I get there so I wash my hands and fix myself the hot cup then I sit by the kitchen island and enjoy the quiet space.
"Bhaaa!"
The sudden noise startles me and I jump from my chair, spilling the hot coffee all over the counter and getting a few splashes on myself.
"Oh damn, I'm so sorry, "
"Hayi man! Mduduzi!" I yell when I see him.
"Ngiyaxolisa [I'm sorry] , Let me get something to wipe off the mess" he quickly finds a clothes and dabs it on the counter absorbing the liquid "Did it burn you?" he looks at me with concern.
"No, "
"I'm very sorry, that was dumb of me,"
"It was, I could have burnt myself, " I scold him.
"I'm sorry, " he says again "Let me see," He reaches for my hand but I step back to maintain the distance.
"It's fine, just wipe that off before it spills on the floor and makes a mess,"
"Yes ma'am, " he smiles widely and finishes up then he throws the damp cloth in the sink and insists on making me another cup of coffee even when I tell him it's not necessary. He makes two cups then pulls a chair next to me.
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Romance"What is it that you want in a relationship? And please, be as descriptive as you can be" He asks with a smooth barritone that rings bells of pleasure in my ears and other places I dare not to mention I ponder on the thought for a moment then I look...
