Maid For Marriage

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The doctor checked me out and ran a few tests and did some general things. I was okay. I would just be more sore than usual because of the crazy lady. The whole time we were at the hospital my phone kept on going off. Once again my name was trending.

I put my phone off and we were on our way home. "I'm literally starving and that woman destroyed all of my groceries." I said when we drove off. "Let me call Mbali and see where she is. Her house is closer than yours. Hopefully she's at home." He called and put it on silent. "Hi. How is she?" Was the first thing she said. "I'm fine." I replied. "Hi. Are you at home?" He asked her. "Almost. We all went to the police station. I just dropped the boy and his mom off at the apartment building but we didn't have a key so we're on our way home now."

"Okay, we'll be there in about ten minutes too. MaBhengu is hungry do you think your chef can make something?"
"He's off this week so that he can work the week the girls come home after their term one tests but I'm sure there's something in the fridge. If not we can just order something."

We all arrived at the same time. I see a bunch of vegetables in here and some meats but I don't know what most of these things are. I just eat." I laughed at MaKhumalo. She really was the epitome of rich Makoti. "Let me see. Maybe I can make something."

I walked over to the fridge to see what she had. "You definitely can not make something. Some crazy lady just attacked you and your still in recovery." Senzo was being dramatic again. "I can definitely cook. I'm fine. The doctor said I should be moving around and getting back to normal life. I'm starting culinary school next week. I definitely have to cook. I'll make something easy. You can watch incase I almost die again."

"Not funny. Definitely not funny but I will stay and watch." He was dead serious. He even took a seat at the huge kitchen island. I sometimes wonder how the other wives feel about this huge mansion MaKhumalo lives in while they live in the village. MaCele has quite a big house too. I don't even know where MaMlambo and MaGumede live.

"Before my chef went on leave he said I could use anything except his marinated meats. He's been with me for so long and still thinks that some day I might lift a finger in this kitchen." I just chuckle at her once again. I spotted the marinated meat quickly because all of them had tags on that said "DO NOT COOK". I spotted a piece of guanciale and decided to make carbonara for everyone.

The longer I cooked the bigger my audience got. I don't know why they were fascinated by me but I didn't care. I was in my happy place. I plated the carbonara and we ate right there at the kitchen island. It was delicious.

"The kids are an hour away. My mom says everyone just fell asleep after several nursery rhymes." MaCele said. I didn't even know the kids were coming. It's going to be great to see them. They're just getting bigger and bigger and baby chumisa is almost four. Amahle, MaMlambo's first born, and Enhle, MaGumede's daughter were two going on three years old. Ayanda, MaCele's biological daughter was almost two and Kwezi, the families last born and MaMlambo's second child was only five months.

"Since we're all here we should probably discuss a way forward. Not just helping out with MaBhengu's recovery but long term. All our marriages are different and we're working on them individually but my wish is for us to be one big family. I think that starts with the five of you bonding." This family always wanted to discuss things. There's always a damn discussion.

"If we're going to have a discussion can we at least go sit somewhere comfortable?" MaKhumalo suggested. She didn't look like she was in the mood for this either. We all went to the living room and sat down to talk.

"What is it that you want us to do, Baba?" MaMlambo asked once we were settled. "I want you guys to bond as a group. Not just outing and spoiling yourselves but I want you to do the day to day things together."