Uthando.
[/uthini na apha kum? What is love?/]
•“Kukhonto endiyikhangelayo,nindibona ndenyuka ndisehla.”
“ What do you mean this is Qhawe? Qhawe ,your Qhawe?”, Stacy's eyes are now gawking at me.
I sit up straight and look at them ,they look like they've seen a ghost.
“Londiwe stop playing ”, Gcina says giving me my phone.
“What? That's Qhawe and it looks like he's married,I'm such a fool.”, I let the tears fall to my cheeks.
“Bitch,what rock have you been living under?” , I look at Wendy. What?
“Qhawe Majola is not married ,that's his dead brother's wife and her kids.”, Wendy says and takes out her phone.
She sits next to me and Googles Qhawe Majola.
“Qhawe Majola , 29 year old successful business mogul and lawyer...” , I read out loud ,what the actual fuck? I wipe my tears. Luckily I put on waterproof makeup.
“What the hell”, I say looking at my friends.
Gcina laughs, “ you've been living under a rock ,you didn't even know your person is a lawyer damn.”
“You didn't know?”, Stacy looks at me and I shake my head .
“Nie man , we'll talk about this tommorow,let's go get wasted.” , Wendy says making me stand up.
“Wow”, I say.
Wendy hurries us to her car. Gcina is now driving the white Kia with Stacy in the front passenger seat while Wendy and I are in the back seat.
“Stop thinking too much”, Wendy whispers to my ear.
“I had no idea Wendy”, I whisper back to her.
I don't know how I feel about this. A part of me is relieved that's not his wife and kids but I don't know how I feel about him being a business guru.
“ And we're here” Gcina stops the car.
We get out of the car and go to the entrance. The bouncer asks to see out tickets and we show them to him.
We pass by the general section and head straight to the VIP section, privileges baby! A waitress comes to us and gets our orders. The orders come and we start drinking while chatting up a storm. I'm starting to get tipsy.
“ The VIP is so boring, let's go dance in the general”, Trust Wendy to be wild.
“ I'm good ,you guys go while I sit here and guard the alcohol”, Stacy says
“ You're such a bore”, Gcina says rolling his eyes at Stacy and Stacy just laughs.
“Are you sure you'll be okay?” I ask
“Yeah,go dance and I have a gentleman who's gonna keep me company anyways.” , Stacy signals with her head for me to look to her left and I see a white guy .
I mouth be safe and then I follow Wendy and Gcina to the general section. My god ,this side has a vibe. Gcina starts twerking on me getting us attention. I playfully slap his butt and cheer for him. We're dancing like the party animals we are until I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look at the guy .
“Can I buy you a drink ?” ,the not so hot looking guy shouts.
“No thanks”, I respond to him and turn my attention back to my girls.
Why would I want a drink from a not good looking guy who probably wants to sleep with me when I have a best friend who can buy me a whole liquor store. The guy holds my arm and I yank it off from his hold.
“What the fuck ? Didn't you hear her saying she doesn't want your cheap drink?” Wendy shouts at the guy.
Gcina grabs her by her arm and pulls the both of us to the VIP section before the guy says anything.
“ You guys are back already?” Stacy says while sitting on the guy's lap.
“Your coloured ass better behave tonight or else”, Gcina gives Wendy the death stare and Stacy looks at us confused.
“He started it ,did you not see that.” ,Wendy defends herself and Gcina gives her another stare.
“Wendy it's fine let's just enjoy our time here.” I say to Wendy.
She let it go and we order another round of drinks. We drink until we're pap drunk . We decide to head back home since we're drunk as hell.
“So who's driving ”, Gcina says and then burps. Bloody drunkard. Who am I kidding, we're all drunk.
We're at the parking bay.
“ I'm too drunk to drive let's just sleep here” Wendy says and puts her purse on the pavement and lays her head on it.
Stacy follows but me and Gcina sit on our butts.
“ Let's me call Derrick” , I take out my phone and I first struggle to find Derrick's number because of my drunk vision but I find it and I press the call button with my index finger.
“Shhh guys ,shhh”, Gcina says and we giggle.
“Londi”, Derrick picks up.
“ Why do you have Qhawe's voice?”, I say giggling.
“ Uthini manje Londiwe?”, oh I called the wrong Derrick.
“ You're not Derrick, you're Qhawe . Bye Qhawe .”
“Londiwe are you drunk”, he asks me.
“ Me? Drunk? Never !” , these stupid hoes laugh and I also laugh.
“ I'm coming to fetch you,stay right there”, he says and I hear shuffling.
“But you're not my driver nje, Derrick is my driver”, I put my head on the pavement and lights out.
YOU ARE READING
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?
