Shrivelled Roses 2: Iyana Kleinbooi

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Chapter Thirty-Four

-Buhle-

He dipped his face, lips touching, breath syncing into the same rhythm.

The warmth of his hands made her feel all kinds of mushiness, his grips made her feel like a wanted woman, his deep moans and tight grabs around her behind... everything just made sense. Except for the image of Phathuxolo at the back of her mind. That one she fought very hard to ignore, because it came with so much guilt!

"I thought I'd be going back to East London today... but I may have changed my mind" Zwelethu commented as he laced his fingers over her arms, right after breaking the kiss.

"Don't make a mere kiss the reason for your change of plans" she teased, smiling at his glowing face.

"You're reducing our time together to a mere kiss? Mama, I'm considering to go back to your father's house with double the lobola they required"

She burst out laughing, and pushing him off her. She wanted to get dressed.

He moved off her and watched her as she looked for clothes before finally taking the breakfast tray. He suggested they sit down, on the mat below the bed and she obliged without asking questions. They conversed, she was curious about his family... not the brothers... the entire Khumalo family. He answered all her questions, he was a happy man, she caught him at a right time. After having breakfast she took the trays to the kitchen while he went to take a shower. Her phone rang, and her heart sank. It was the one person she didn't want to speak to, well, not that very moment. But she knew he would be upset... so she answered that call, with caution.

Buhle: mXhosa?

Phathu: mZulu, unjani?

Buhle: Ng'yaphila... unjani?

Phathu: Ndi right... ndikwenze ntoni?

Buhle: What do you mean?

Phathu: I haven't spoken to you in a while, well, you haven't responded to my last text and it was sent two days ago. I won't even mention the last time we even spoke for an hour on the phone. So, what have I done to you?

She laughed, nervously.

She knew he was right, she had been neglecting him and everyone else for that matter as of late. But she wasn't going to admit that to him. He sounded sad, his spirit was down.

Phathu: Why are you nervous? Am I calling at a bad time?

Buhle: Hawu, cha, there's never a bad time for your calls Tshawe. I am sorry I have been neglecting you, I've been slightly pre-occupied. Ngiyaxolisa mf'ethu.

Phathu: Mh.

Buhle: I'm serious, it's not a bad time. I miss you.

Phathu: Jokes on you... but, I'm glad that you're good. I was just checking on you, shap.

Buhle: Phathu please don't do that... please do not do that.

Phathu: Wha-

Buhle: That... what you just did right now. Please don't do it. Do you want me to get on a plane and come to the EC right now?

Phathu: You cannot do that, you're a married woman. Or have you forgotten?

Buhle: You must have forgotten who you're talking to ke Tshawe, there's no marriage that would stop me from doing anything including getting onto a plane ngizobona wena. Ayikazalwa leyondoda ecabang'kuthi it would stop me ngiyak'tshela.

Phathu: Great, come through then.

Buhle: Is that a challenge?

He laughed at her, she had even forgotten about Zwelethu being in the same house. That was always the case, wherever Phathuxolo was concerned Buhle would make the world stop. Only because he would do the same with her, for her or when it came to her as well!