BEING A WIFE OF A PRISONER

Chapter 16

SANDILE

I haven’t had a good night sleep in years. I slept like a baby even though the Mrs is a fighter in her sleep. If she’s not slapping me with her hands she’s pulling the blankets, regardless of that I still call it a good night sleep. Walking out of the room, I make my way downstairs and walk to the living room. Her nephews and niece are up watching TV.

Me: Morning guys.

They shift their gaze from the screen to me.

Them: Who are you?

Me: I’m your uncle, what are your names.

Child 1: I’m Simamkele.

Child 2: I’m Simthandile.

Me: And the little princess?

Sima: She’s Thembi.

I nod staring at them. They surely really look their father. Even if Akhona wanted to deny them their faces would have made it hard for him. Damn I can’t wait for the day we have our little mini running around the house.

Me: Breakfast?

Them: Yes please.

I smile at their mannerism and padded to the kitchen. My eyes roam around the room until I locate the container of a cereal. Opening the cabinets, I look for small bowls and pour the cereal and milk after warming it up then call them. They thank me and run back to the living room with the food. I pop my knuckles and make breakfast for the Mrs. I don’t know if I still got it but I haven’t been in a kitchen cooking for a woman in years.

Me: No, no.

I drop the pan in the sink as the eggs get burnt and heavily sigh. Takeaway it is. I need more practice. Breakfast has officially been ruined. I don’t want to attempt again because this time I might burn the house. I open the bin and discard the eggs then fill the tap with water and wash the equipment I was using. So much for being romantic. I click my tongue and scrub the pan then open the lid to drain the water the. Rinse the sink. I wipe my hands with the paper towel and walk to the living room.

Me: Still okay?

They nod without sparing me a glance. I chuckle. There’s just something about kids that just melts ones heart no matter how tainted your soul is.

Me: Who is older between the two of you?

Simtha: Sima.

I nod and look at the time on my wristwatch. I slide my hands in my pocket searching if I got my keys then walk to the garage. My eyes widen seeing the wrecked car.

Me: The fuck?

I walk around inspecting it then walk back to the house.

Me: Sima come lock the door.

I yell over my shoulder and wait for him close the door and lock it behind before I move my feet to the gate. Scrolling down the contact list, I place a call pressing the remote.

Bullet: Boss?

Me: I need a ride.

I disconnect the call and wait for him. 20 minutes later, he parks in front of me and I jump in.

Bullet: (smiling) Are my eyes deceiving me? Word on the street that is you’re out.

I chuckle.

Me: You guys gossip like women.

He laughs.

Bullet: Where to?

Me: My old house.

He nods and steps on the gas while I place an order for her. I really need my gargets back because this phone is useless to me right now.