-𝑺𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝑴𝒄𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒘-
She drove herself home... no contract in hand.
Contract? Yes, a surety that Chris would keep his end of the deal, now that he got a large piece of what he wanted from her. She ran herself a bath and soaked in. Her body relaxed at the soft touch of the bubbles and so did her mind.
"What are you doing, Siyasisanda?" she asked herself once again, but she didn't have an answer. She had no answers... besides the fact that she enjoyed the time she spent with Chris. She sniggled at the thought... Chris was different from Mzukisi, he was dominant yet a cry baby too. She saw that in his eyes. Just as she was trying to reimagine his eyes, her phone rang. She reached out to it and her hear smiled.
"Khumalo?" she answered.
"Ukahle?" he asked and she could tell that he was upset.
"I'm okay, yourself?"
"What's going on with you? With us?" Ah, he was hurt.
She got out of the bath, drained the water and dragged a towel as she walked to her bedroom.
"I am not sure I follow, what's going on where?" she asked.
"You left Cape Town without telling me you're leaving, and then I can't reach you for an entire day, I get to your place awukho and no one has seen you, I get to your work and everyone says you're still on leave. What is going on?"
Shit! She panicked, she didn't tell Candy she was back.
And she wasn't really good with lying, she knew if she lied too much she would slip up at some point.
"You're stalking me now?" she asked while trying to think of an excuse, a reasonable excuse.
"Ukhuluma ngani manje? Angithi uhambile ungang'tshelanga bese uvala ucingo? Ubucabang'ukuthi ngenzeni ke? Ng'tshele mfethu ukuthi wena kuloyomqondwana wakho ubucabangani?"
He wasn't just upset, but he was mad.
"Mbulazi, I am not sure why you're upset with me. I told you I am going home, and it's not like ndikuzimele, I informed your brother who was there when I left. You didn't find me at work? You won't find me there because I am only starting on Monday"
Lies...
"Pho kungani ucingo luvaliwe?"
"I was at home, I didn't want to be disturbed. Just like you find peace with being around your brothers, I find peace being with my family. I even left you to enjoy your peace but now it seems like I can't enjoy mine" what is it called again? Gaslighting? Yes, she was doing exactly that to him. He sighed.
She listened to his breathing and knew that she had hurt him... but she just couldn't apologize.
"Uhm... are you still in East London?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm leaving on Monday."
"I'll come to you tomorrow then"
"Okay"
She frowned, she thought he would say "Ngiyeza ngizok'landa" but he didn't. He just hung up.
She looked at her screen, still frowning but decided to just let it go. She lotioned her body and got in bed, stark naked. Mzukisi on the other hand was camping outside the Abendeiya mansion, when he couldn't get hold of her earlier on he had asked Clive to look for Chris Abendeiya and what he found shattered his heart... Clive went to check the place out and took pictures of the movie that was playing before his eyes. He obviously didn't want to be part of it, so he just sent his big brother the location of the Mansion, not where Siya was, then he called...
Mzukisi: Mntungwa?
Clive: She is with him.
Mzukisi: Mus'udlala ngami mfethu.
Clive: I will send you pictures.
Mzukisi: No, send me the damn location Zwelethu, not pictures.
Clive: I am not going to do that... Siya doesn't really know that side of you and I don't wish for her to be fully exposed to it unless you want me to involve ubhuti. Uma kungenjalo then chill, I will tell you when she leaves and don't even think of tracking this call, I have disabled my location.
He grunted, furiously.
Clive: Bye?
Mzukisi: Send me the location to Chris's home then, obviously they are not there. His wife is there.
Clive: His wife and kids Khumalo, innocent kids.
Mzukisi: Location, please.
Clive: Okay fine, just don't act on your anger. Predators know when to strike.
He hung up and waited for the location pin, once he got it he drove to Abendeiya mansion and scouted the place. He studied everything that happens in a day, because he would need such information the day he decided to strike... Clive was right, he had to cool down. Or he would miss the whole thing.
"Ukuphi Mntungwa?" Nairota asked in a call.
"Ngi busy, ufunani?"
"Weh ndoda, ukuphi ne moto yami. Nd'funa ukuya kumuntu wami phela. Hawu!"
"Ngithe ngi busy, awuzwa yini?"
Mzuvukile shook his head, his brother obviously not seeing that reaction.
"She's sleeping with him..." Mzukisi spoke up.
"Okay slow down Mntungwa, who's sleeping with who?" Mzuvukile asked.
"uSiya, she's sleeping with Chris. I put Zwelethu on her and he just sent me pictures. There's proof Mzuvukile, yet she thinks I don't know... like, lengane ingenza is'lima while I have proof mfowethu"
"Mmh, so what are you going to do next?"
"I need to deal with Chris first, ng'zobuya ngaye u Siya"
"You need to deal with Siya, she owes you loyalty. Not Chris, futhi in your dealing ukhumbule ukuthi we do not lay hands on women" Nairota emphasized the last part.
"Awung'mele wena Mr. Perfect, ngithe I will deal with Chris bese ngiya ku Siya. Ukhe wangizwa ng'khuluma ngok'shaya umuntu mina?"
"Waziwa imina ke Mntungwa, ngiyak'khuza njalo. Asim'shayi umuntu wes'fazane kwa Khumalo"
Then he hung up.
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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.