Cursed To Be A Stepdaughter

Chapter 12

Simamkele's pov:

MaNtombi ended up leaving that day,went back to her home. I feel so bad for her,now she'll be labeled as a woman who sleeps with other peoples husbands. The house has been kind of normal,with me getting flowers randomly,and Thami cooking,just because he can't utter an apology. I'm so glad he hasn't noticed any changes within me because I don't know how he'll react to me being pregnant.

"Simamkele I'm busy today,it's the 15th and you know how busy the rank gets when it's payday" he says. Yes,Thamsanqa is a taxi driver,but he owns a few of them,so I've heard. I've asked him the same question you're asking yourself,why doesn't he get a driver for the one he is driving? He said he's saving money and he enjoys being a taxi driver. At least we're not struggling and I can house wife in peace.

"Mvelase you promised to take me to the doctor today" I beg. I'm so eager to know how far along I am with the pregnancy. This is so exciting for me

"Alright alright,ngizobuya ngizokulanda (I'll come back to fetch you)" he says with his heavy Zulu accent. He's annoyed

"Ngyabonga(thank you)" I show him a sign of gratitude but he ignores me. "Ngyakthanda Mvelase" he looks at me and suddenly I feel small. I really do love him,not because he's him,but because he saved me from a life that wasn't worth living. I stare at my hand and scratch my arm nervously. He comes closer to me and locks me in between the fridge and his body. I regret wearing these short pajamas but it was hot. He grabs my buttocks harshly pulling me towards his body.

"Why didn't you tell me you have a child?" He immediately lets go of me

"You know that's a turn off,right?" exactly what I wanted. I hate how rough he is when he touches me,how he only pleasures himself instead of both of us,I hate it here but I love him,don't I?

"Thami we're married" I voice out looking at my feet. He moves to the microwave to take his lunch.

"Yes and I was going to tell you when I was ready but since you know,yes I have two children. Two boys" he says like it means nothing. What is happening with him?

"I want to meet them" I say. I don't want it to seem like I'm the one who doesn't want the kids here

"I visit them at their mother's houses so I don't see it necessary" he objects

"It was just a-" he cuts me off

"I'll call you when I'm about to fetch you" he takes his lunch bag and walks out of the kitchen. He'll change some day,maybe something is bothering him. I walk upstairs,back to our bedroom,and his phone is ringing on top of the unmade bed. He must have forgotten it. I answer and the caller ID is written 'Maka Boy',maybe it's important

"Hello" I answer

"Hey,who is this?" a woman's voice I couldn't recognize speaks on the other line. If it's not MaNtombi,then who is it?

"It's Simamkele,Thami forgot his phone at home,please call later"

"Uhm okay,please tell him that I called"

"Okay" she hangs up.

"Who gave you permission to answer my calls?" his bold voice beams on the walls of this room. I turn to look at him

"Maka Boy was calling and I thought maybe it was important" I answer truthfully. He walks closer to me

"Do you know her?" he asks looking mad but his voice still low

"No" I shake my head

"So why do you answer calls from people you do not know!?" he is now shouting in my face.