Maid For Marriage

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"Well, are the two of you going to let me in?" I could tell he was angry, and I didn't want to deal with anger. "How did you get up here? Security won't let you in if I don't buzz you in." He let out a frustrated sigh. "How did you even find me? I told you I was at a friend's house." MaKhumalo asked. Both of us blocked the doorway.

"I called all your friends, family, and the other wives. Nobody knew where you were. I almost got the police involved until I decided to track you?" He tracked her? How? Wtf? "That's for emergencies." She responded. This whole thing is just weird. "Nobody knowing where you are is an emergency!" She rolled her eyes at him.

"How did you get up here? If security is not doing its job, I need to let the landlady know." I wasn't letting this go. "Security is doing its job, don't worry. I showed pictures of MaKhumalo and told them she might be in danger. They still wouldn't tell me where she was. I had to prove that I was married to both of you. Which took several pictures, a few google searches, and showing my ID. They're gonna call now to find out if everything is fine because I thought the both of you were up here murdered."

I rolled my eyes, and he was right. Security called. I had to confirm that he was my husband and that I was okay. This whole situation was just annoying. They would never leave me alone now. If Senzo knew where I lived, he would tell his mother, and she would probably start camping out here.

"You are supposed to be with MaCele. Why are you even looking for me?" MaKhumalo asked him. "Well, the girls are coming home from boarding school tomorrow. I wanted to be here when they arrived. Why aren't you at home preparing for their arrival?" She rolled her eyes. "I'm not a prisoner in my own home. I've made sure everything is perfect for them. I'm not just here to avoid my responsibilities. Now, I'm sorry I didn't pick up the phone but you know I'm fine now. Maybe you should go." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Where? Do you want me to spend the night alone? I could've stayed with MaCele then." She sighed. "Fine. Let me get my things." She got her bag from the couch, and we said our goodbyes. "We'll talk about this..." He motioned with his hand to my apartment. "Tomorrow in therapy." His tone scared me a little. That's a lie. His tone scared me a lot, but I still rolled my eyes and closed the door in his face.

I had no idea what was going to happen the next day at therapy, but I was scared and anxious. So I started cleaning. I cleaned everything. I even cleaned things that didn't need to be cleaned. When I ran out of things to clean, I realized it was midnight, so I took a shower and tried going to sleep. I didn't sleep much, though.

Our appointment was at ten that morning because the girls were coming that afternoon. I wore a long flowy skirt with a matching croptop. I went with flat sandals this time. I didn't like how my hair looked, so I wore a head wrap. I left early so I wasn't late again. Senzo and I arrived at the same time and parked next to each other. I waited for him to get out of his car first. He waved, and I waved back. I was not in the mood for this anymore.

He waited for me so I had to get out. "Good morning." He said when I got out. I grabbed my bag and locked the car. "Morning." He had a small smile on his face. I didn't know what it meant, but my stomach twisted and not in a bad way. I felt butterflies as if I were a school girl again talking to her crush.

"You look beautiful today." I was annoyed that his compliment made me feel good about myself. "Thank you. We should probably get inside." He nodded, and we walked in together. We waited in the waiting room until we were called in.

"Um, MaBhengu wanted us to meet. So maybe she should go first." The therapist smiled and looked at me. "My lawyers sent Dlamini an agreement stating that he doesn't claim any of the money from the lawsuit even if we were to divorce. He wanted to discuss it before he signed, but I said I wouldn't talk to him alone and suggested we come here." She just nodded.