SIMPHIWE SHANDU THE HUSBAND
CHAPTER 48
VIOLET
I don’t know what to make out of this. Shouldn’t I have been introduced to the family already? I am living in Mkhulekos’s three-bedroom house. I didn’t know that this man had a house let alone such a beautiful one. I almost suffered. Some men don’t think. You must push them behind for them to do the right thing. Another thing, he doesn’t want to see me in prison. He made it clear that I don’t mean anything to him, and I am nothing to him. I am the one who wanted a separation but looks like I am failing to follow and swallow my words. Today is my last check up at the doctors. I am heading to ten months now and this baby doesn't want to come out. My body is tired and heavy from everything. I take a deep breath. I try to get off the bed but that seems impossible. If Mkuseli lived closed by me, I would have asked for his help. I know he would have come - I am carrying the first grandchild. So, it shall be treated as an emergency. I finally managed to get off the bed. I want to pee so bad, but I doubt I will even reach that bathroom. By the time I reached the door handle warm liquid swayed down my legs making me stop I pee on myself a lot these days. Can't I just get a break – hold it in until I reach the door? It seems like it is impossible. Now I will have to mop the bedroom. Will do that later on. I have serious matters to attend to. I need to bathe before Mkhuseli comes by. Speaking of him. I need money so that I can renovate this house. I know Mkhuleko has a lot of crime money stashed somewhere. My child can't live in a small house like this. They have to run around freely. I stepped in the shower and let the warm water hit my body. I am even lazy to scrub myself. I let the water do its job with me just standing underneath the shower. I don’t see the use of bathing either. I switch the water and step out without drying my body. I stand Infront of the mirror and look at myself. A lot has changed in me. I don’t even recognize myself any longer. I look at my cookie jar. I don’t recall when last I shaved. I need to remind Mkhusel to hire a doctor that will shave me clean. I need a breather down there. What to wear?
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“I need to pass by the chemist when we are done.” I tell Mkhuseli the minute I lay my butt in his car at the backseat. I was forbidden to sit in the front seat because it belongs to ‘Madam’. Madam my foot!
“Whatever you need from the chemist I am sure that the doctor can prescribe for you.” He is stingy with Mkhuleko’s money. Who said I want medication.
“I want shaving cream. Do doctors sell?” I ask with my eyebrows snapped. He keeps his head straight on the road and doesn’t respond, I though as much. The way he is gripping that staring wheel you should swear it has made him upset. If what I said upsets him then he should drink his liver once. I don’t understand why they don't just hire me a driver that willl take me everywhere I want to go and also give me Mkhuleo’s credit card. He cannot have a say in his money. It’s also my money and my child's money. Finally, we reached our destination. I don’t want to be in the same car as him. I step out first, I want to be in front and start by the toilet as we’ll.
“I will wait here.” he says. I glance back at him, and he is just chilled in his car. I have not time to nursing him. I have serious matters. Matters like who is going to shave me down there. It itches from time-to-time, and I can’t scratch in peace. I ran to the toilet. By god's grace – can this pee not make me a laughingstock. I harshly close the door and pull my maxi dress up. No time to wipe the toilet seat. The embarrassing part. It's just a droplet. I sigh in annoyance and wipe myself but notice blood stains on the tissue. I've been seeing this a lot these days. Maybe it's nothing plus I'm close to giving birth. I think I should alert the doctor. I washed my hands and walked out of the toilet. Now I feel free. I collected my file from the reception. Waiting to be called – like some sort of bunch of high school kids. I hate waiting. They should know that by now. I should be the priority and an emergency for that matter.
Finally! My name is being called.
“Can I have a female doctor?” I ask more like making a request. I have suddenly grown a sudden hate for this doctor.
“Why? Are you no longer conformable with me?” he asks.
“I just don’t feel like you touching me.” I feel my skin crawl. I miss Sobho. I think I should go by the rank and search for him. Will give him the shack which I used to rent. I still have my stuff in there and I still rent that stupid five hundred.
“If you say so.” I sit and wait for him to scribble whatever he is writing on this file. I cling onto my bag. I don’t want to be in the same room as him. He finally stands up and walks out. Now I can be able to breathe. He was just suffocating me with his horrible cologne. An Indian female doctor walks in looking all smiles.
“Hello miss. Heard you are looking for a female doctor.”
“Ow yes. I just didn’t feel like being touched by that... that man.” My tongue cringes whenever I try mentioning his name. She smiles a bit.
“Okay. You can get onto the bed.” She instructs. I do as I am told. We get down to business. I see my baby girl as usual even though I was hoping for a male child.
“Everything is good. You will go in labor in no time.” She confirms. I thought as much about the spotting. There will be no need for me to tell her. She didn’t pick anything up. She should see beyond, right? Hope my child will not contract and inherit her genes and later give birth to an Indian child. Today I am being told to go home directly, no need for me go to the pharmacy for medication. Minus one trouble for me. I am sick and tired with this countess medication. I take a deep breath inhaling the cold breeze outside. I need to pee again. I will just go behind that container, The toilet is too far and I don’t see myself messing up my beautiful self. It was enough this morning. I rush behind the container dropping the bag on the ground. I lift my dress up, spread my legs apart and let the drops fall. Great I forgot my wipes in that stupid bag. I twerk jerking the few drops away. This shit doesn’t work instead this fucken pee spreads throughout your pussy and drips in-between your thighs. I am so annoyed right now. I can’t walk properly. It's so damn slippery. I get into the car and remember my handbag that I dropped.
“Your bag is here.” He grabs it from the passenger's seat and tosses it back to me. This bag was expensive. I don’t know why hold it like his saggy sack of balls. I feel like chewing him alive.
“Still want to pass by the chemist?” He asks.
“Yes. I want some shaving cream for my Virgina.” I blurt out digging in my bag. I want to wipe my thighs they are very sticky. I get hold of my towel, lift my dress up and shove my hand in between. Feels so good. I close my eyes and moan enjoying. Someone clears their throat. Shit! I open my eyes and he is looking at me with a concerned look.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
“Yes, no. I haven't shaved in months and its very itchy.” Tears blind my vision. I don’t know whether it's me being embarrassed or it comes with pregnancy emotions.
“Ow, okay. Sorry.” That is not the answer I wanted. I want him to tell me that I will be fine. Offer to shave me even! It's not like he will be fucking me. Just removing the hair growth underneath. He hasn’t uttered a single word ever since we left the hospital. My inner folds are so itchy I just feel like scratching. Me pressing my thighs together doesn’t help at all. I take a deep breath – still the itchiness will not go away. I side eye him and he is so focused on the road. I put my bag on top of my thighs and began to scratch. This way he will not see anything. Woah. Finally! I am good. I think I scratched too much, it’s a bit painful. Hope it’s not going to be a problem once I get to pee. He parks Infront of a pharmacy...
“You can go.” He hands me a few notes. I stepped out of the car and pushed my pregnant self out. Everything in here screams medication. It is making me annoyed, really. I buy what I came here to buy and dash out. I don’t want to be finding myself smell different kinds.
“Is there anywhere you want to be?” He asks the minute I close the door. I am not even seated properly yet and already he is asking me shit.
“No, just take me home.” I instruct.
