Shrivelled Roses 2: Iyana Kleinbooi

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Chapter Thirty-One

-Iyana-

His phone rang once, and it went straight to voicemail.

She tried his business phone and the same thing happened and so she resorted to texting him...

"I have thought about your request, if you're still keen, I will do it"

The text marked "read" meaning he had his phone in hand all the time, he was just ignoring her calls. That hurt for a second, but she knew very well that he would come around.

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Zwelethu landed in Durban and went to see his inlaws, unfortunately the father wasn't home so he just had coffee with Buhle's mother and left her with the gifts he had bought. Buhle wasn't even aware that he had made a 'pit stop' at her home, she was busy cooking for him, preparing to swoon him over but most importantly, she wanted to make him forget about Iyana for a day or two. She had no problem with Iyana, never had one. But she hated how Iyana spoke to her, how her friends thought she was the homewrecker when she was the victim in the whole situation. What better way than to make their lives a living hell then?

"Saw'bona MaSheleza" his voice vibrated into the kitchen, startled, she turned around and was met by a somber and tired face.

"Mzilikazi ka Mashobana" she responded, smiling at him and his face relaxed into a big grin. She crossed her arms across her chest, sizing him up, still smiling at her almost blushing husband.

"Saw'bona Mabaso owabas' entabeni kwadliwa ilanga lishona, wen'owadl'umuntu umyenga ngendaba. Saw'bona baba"

He dropped his bag on the floor, the flowers and the gift bag on the kitchen counter as he made his way to where she was standing, still singing praises at him. In his mind, he couldn't fathom how she knew exactly what to say to make him happy. She literally just had to say "Mntungwa" and he would be simping, but to go all the way in? If she said anything else he would empty his bank account for her.

"Angazi noma ngithi I should come home more often or ngithi the distance surely makes the heart grow fonder... ungenzani mama? Why are you making the man weak?" he asked in a very low tone, pulling her body towards his and kissing the side of her neck.

"Umuntu ma engathandi u'thakazelwa akasho nje phaqa"

He laughed at her response, keeping the embrace, taking in her scent through his nostrils and allowing it to captivate his entire being.

Her head that was once facing the other side now suddenly found a spot in his chest. He smelled good... soooo good. For a long moment they held the embrace, and then he looked down to her, touched her chin for a second and bent for a kiss. He thought she would resist... she thought she would resist. But she didn't. She followed his lead, kissed him back and allowed him to lift her up onto the kitchen counter. As soon as she was up there he got closer, his hands scaling down her curved sides, pulling her legs around his waist and as she locked him between her legs, he broke the kiss, looked deep into her eyes and dived back into it again. After a couple of minutes, she stopped, and so did he but they didn't move an inch from each other.

Clive: Thank you...

Buhle: You're home, you can go and put your bags in the room. I'll plate up.

Clive: Mmh... kudliwani?

Buhle: Kudliwa yonke into.

Clive: Oooh really? K'shukuthi nawe ukhona kwi menu?

Buhle: Angazi lapho ke Mntungwa...