unholy
/ʌnˈhəʊli/
•having committed unrighteous .
It's Friday already and you know what that means clubbing! Living with Kwazi has been a breeze, he has been on his best behaviour and I hope he'll keep it like that. Work?well work has been plain old work and I think I'm getting over the little crush I had on Kwanele after his wife came to the office and started to be all touchy with him in my presence, I honestly think she did that just to get a reaction from me.
Qhawe and I have been talking on the phone a lot and I still haven't seen him since that day. I have no idea what this means ,I don't know whether we're friends or not but there's really no rush ,I'll take my time to know more about this guy.
It's three p.m ,I've already knocked off from work and I'm at home. Kwazi already made supper for us and I'm grateful for that because I'm too tired to cook.
“Are we still going to the mall sisi?” , he asks me. I've already promised him a phone so I can't disappoint him now.
“yes,let me freshen up and then we'll leave”, I go to my bedroom to take off these formal clothes. I wear my black cargo pants and a baggy white t-shirt. I'm your size 34 ,I wouldn't say that I have thee most beautiful body but yes,my body is cute. I'm very comfortable in my skin.
I'm still in my natural hair, man I hope I'll have enough change to get my hair done .
After some time admiring myself , I take my purse and my phone and go to the sitting room.
“ You took an eternity ‘freshening up’ ”, he says the last part dramatically.
“Hey , I was in there for five minutes,musa ukuba nehaba Kwazi.” , I say pouting and he laughs at me.
We go outside and Derrick is already waiting for us at the gate. He greets me and opens the door for us to get in . He and Kwezo get along very well. They literally talk about soccer all the way to the mall, making me feel left out.
We arrive and Derrick parks the car .
“ I'll wait for you here, please do call when you need a hand.” , he says opening the car door for us. He never lets me open the door for myself so I just let him be.
“Okay Derrick,masambe Kwazi”, I smile at Derrick and then Kwazi and I enter the mall.
We start by getting Kwazi a phone and his school uniform. He said he doesn't want anything expensive so he settled for a Samsung galaxy A12. I already found him a school and the principal said that I can get him to school by Monday.
We shop for his clothes and I see two very beautiful body hugging dresses and I take them, I'll wear one of these tommorow on the date with Qhawe.
After shopping I call Derrick. The three of us walks together to the car, looking like a cute family. I bet people in this mall think we're a little family.
Just as we're walking I see Sandile my ex walking with a slim, light-skinned woman holding hands. My heart stops for a moment.She's literally the opposite of me! Sandile's eyes look up to meet mine and I look right back at him. His gaze shifts from me to Derrick and then right back at me.
“Ma'am are you okay?” , Derrick says , noticing that I'm walking slowly. Kwazi also stops to look at me.
“ yes ,I'm okay. I just remembered that I have to go to the salon.” , I say now looking at Derrick.
“Okay, we'll take the shopping bags to the car and wait for you there.” , He takes the other shopping bags from my hand and signals at Kwazi that they should go.
When I look back to the spot where I saw Sandile,they have already left. I don't know how to feel seeing that my ex has moved on. Sandile was a serial cheater but I didn't think he'd move on from me this soon. He always cheated on me with slim girls that I started doubting myself. He would always tell me to lose weight and I did. I went from size 36 to 34 for him,it wasn't much but I did that for him until I learnt to love my body.
I go to the salon and I ask my stylist for a frontal lace wig. I opted for a straight bob and she installed it. I came out looking like the hot mess that I am. Kwazi and Derrick complimented me and that just boasted my confidence. We took some pictures that I uploaded on my WhatsApp status and then Derrick dropped us home.
“Bro,my friends and I are going to the club,will you be okay alone?” I ask him while unpacking the groceries.
“Dude , I'm sixteen now go party I'll be fine.”, he says to me smiling.
“Okay,If you need anything just call me neh?”
“ I will,now go get ready I'll finish unpacking.”, he comes up to me and takes the plastic bag that was in my hands .
“Thanks bro,you're the best.” , I say running to my room.
I take out the two dresses that I bought from the mall . I wear the shorter one. It's a black tigh mini- dress with thin straps and it reveals my cleavage.
I pair it with a white cropped puffer jacket and I wear my black ankle-strap stiletto sandleheels.
I do my makeup and I opt for a natural look and then I put on my signature blood red lipstick .
I take my purse and put in my lipstick, baby wipes ,my bank card and two R200 bank notes just in case.
“Okay I'm heading out”, I do a mini twirl for my brother.
“I...wow.” , he just stands there speechless.
“ I know I'm pretty little bro, take care .”, I leave him there and go climb in Wendy's car. She arrived two minutes ago with Gcina and now we're going to pick up Stacy.
We're playing Rihanna's ‘bitch better have my money’ and we're singing out loud like the hoes we are. We arrive at Stacy's place and I dial her number. She picks up and I put her on loud speaker.
“Biiiitch, we're here!”, Gcina shouts .
“Stace ,come down already”, I say.
“ Guys I'm looking for my favourite heels , come in and help me look.”, She responds from the other side of the line and the cuts the call ,how rude.
“Uyasinyela lona shame”, Gcina says and we laugh .
Wendy drives into Stacy's mansion.Stacy is a trust fund baby and I don't get why she's working as a receptionist when she could just stay at home and chow her father's money. If I had that privilege , I wouldn't work a day in my life!
We hop off the car when Wendy turns off the ignition and we walk to the door. Mavis whom is Stacy's help opens the door for us and tells us that she's in her room.
“ Found them!” , Stacy says just as we walk in the room.
“ Wear them already! I need to get pap drunk.”, Wendy sits on the chair by the dressing table.
Gcina and I sit on the bed while we wait for Stacy to get her things. This girl really does take forever to get dressed! I take out my phone and go in my WhatsApp. I check some statuses and my heart sinks when I see Qhawe's status.
It's a picture of him carrying girl twins that look like they're about five years old and there's a woman standing besides him smiling.
“Mngani,yini?”, Gcina says to me worriedly , obviously noticing the look on my face.
I give him the phone and then he gives it to Wendy and Stacy. The three of them look at me confused.
“That's Qhawe with his family ”, I say sinking into the bed with my back. Tears starting to prickle my eyes.
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Izindaba Zomhawu(Paused)
Non-FictionA young woman goes on a quest to find herself,to find who she really is. She meets love and has to face her past along the way. Will there be a happy ever after?
