Shrivelled Roses 2: Iyana Kleinbooi

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵

-IYANA-

The last time she spoke to Zwelethu was right after he landed at the King Shaka International Airport in Durban, when she tried calling him after 6pm just to catchup with him, he did not answer her calls. She tried him again just after 8pm and instead of him answering the phone, he sent a text that he was driving so he would call her later. She frowned at the text, and decided to call Nairota.... He was better than the other brother whom Iyana believed still hated her after the whole wedding exposé. The phone rang for a long time before it was answered, she was already giving up. But he answered and that's what mattered to her.

Nairota: Khumalo?

Iyana: Uhm... bhuti it's Iyana. I am looking for Zwelethu.

Nairota: Ah, Iyana, kunjani sisi?

She cringed, remembering that she didn't greet him. She just dived into what she wanted, and that wasn't good at all.

Iyana: uXolo... ndiyaphila bhuti, unjani wena?

Nairota: Ngiyaphila, uthe ufuna bani futhi?

Iyana: I am looking for Clive bhuti, he is not answering his phone and I am getting worried.

Nairota: When last did you speak to him?

Iyana: Sometime in the afternoon, I think shortly after he landed at the Durban airport but when I tried to call him round 6pm he didn't answer his phone, and then I tried him again after 8 and he only responded via a text saying he was driving he couldn't answer my calls.

Nairota: Oh, so he responded and told you he was driving?

Iyana: Ewe bhuti.

Nairota: And you are not satisfied with that?

She sighed... her intuition and paranoia were working extra hours and Nairota wasn't making her feel any better. There was this weird undertone in his last question, she shrugged it off and waited for his response.

Nairota: Ukuthi sisi if he told you that he was driving, surely he got busy where he was driving to and when he gets a chance he will get back to you. Ngicabanga ukuthi impela uzobona izincingo azigejile bese ebuyela kuwena ma ethola ichane.

Iyana: Ewe bhuti I know that... I am just worried, bekukudala ngoko, I thought you would know his whereabouts.

Nairota: Well, I unfortunately haven't spoken to him this afternoon.

Iyana: Oh?

Nairota: But when I do, I will ask him to call you back.

Iyana: Enkosi... thank you very much.

He didn't respond, but ended the call.

She panicked that she may have irritated him with her paranoia... then she called Uya, for some reason the call got cut before it even rang so she called Sanda and dropped the call because it was quite late... people had lives of their own, they were not really interested in her possibly failing relationship.

"Okay breathe Nana... breathe... Zwe will never cheat on you. He is now committed to you and he is not his brothers' puppet. Okay? Breathe"

She sat down, looking at her phone.

After almost an hour, she dragged herself to bed and cuddled in her sorrows... just then, her phone vibrated on the nightstand. She almost jumped off the bed...

Iyana: Baby?

Clive: Nana, hey, u right?

Iyana: No! Yes... argh, I'm okay now that you called. I was getting worried about you.