Inhliziyo Yami Yopha: My Heart Bleeds

Chapter 35

THAMSANQA

That was the most refreshing sleep I've had since I started working on finding a permanent solution with the problem called Maria. Most of the time, I suffer from insomnia because all I can think of is Nombuso and how she must be doing. And also, whether or not she'll feel different about me when she wakes up from her coma.

One thing I know for sure, is that she won't be mad that some psycho ordered people to shoot her. What will make her mad though, is the fact that I hid the return of one of my crazy ex girlfriends. This is the shit that will put me in the dog box, isolated and dumped.

She is not a fan of lies so this will most definitely be a hard situation to deal. I don't want us to break up especially now that we are engaged and I have already planned on introducing her to my parents, as they haven't met. They only know of her but they have not even seen a single picture of her which is a bit crazy since I like sharing stuff with my mom.

Speaking of my parents, I decided to go and have dinner with them today as I haven't seen them in such a long time. My mom will probably start complaining about how much I have abandoned them the minute I set foot inside her house. She never fails to remind me that I'm still her son and in her eyes, I'm eligible for a few beatings.

That is why I always contemplate on going to see her, she wants things to go her way or the highway ehich doesn't really work with me. My brother on the other hand, allows mom to push him over even when he knows his heart is not into whatever she says.

The truth about my brother is that, he is more of a people pleaser than anything. From when he was young, he'd do everything mom tells him to do no questions asked. Besides being the last born, I think he's her favorite because he listens to her almost all the time.

And I guess he's lucky that she liked Dakalo from the very first time she met her. I don't want to think about what he would have done had she nit liked her and told him to dump her. Would he have done it? I guess we'll never know.

Anyway, I just pulled up the driveway of my parent's home and I must admit that from the outside, nothing has changed much. I am not so sure about the inside though, things tend to get a lot hectic and all courtesy of my mom.

I ring the bell once and let myself in, it is a family house after all. As I enter the place looks empty, as if no one is at home which is weird considering my parents love making it warm and welcoming. The TV would be playing with dad watching the news or soccer, and mom would probably be beside him or just finished cooking.

I start in the living room and they're not there. I then check in the kitchen where I find pots on the stove but none of them in sight.

"Mom? Dad?", I shout.

"Out here boy.", dad responds.

I find them in the backyard listening to some jazz music playing softly, while sitting on the couch in the veranda. They have a fleece covering them and look so cozy just sitting there together. I feel like an intruder because this looks like such an intimate moment for them and here I am ruining it.

"Mr and Mrs Ndlovu. I've been looking for you guys all over the house. I was scared I would find you both doing inappropriate things.", I tease as I join them but take a seat on a chair opposite them.

My mother takes the nearest pillow she can find and throws it to at me, "Uyaphapha wena Thamsanqa! Ukhuluma namanyala unjalo. (You are very forward Thamsanqa! You are also speaking shit while at it.)", she says.

My father and I laugh at her reaction. She always has to swear even when it's unnecessary. I love her like that though and even if I didn't, there is no changing her. I'm stuck with this version of a mother.