BEING A WIFE OF A PRISONER

Chapter 29

AZASAKHE

I place the bowl on the floor and jump to my feet. I don’t know why would he assume I’m up to something.

Me: I’m just being nice to my husband or is it a problem?

Sandile: I didn’t say that.

That frown on his face deepens.

Me: Suit yourself then.

I pick up the bowl from the floor ready to walk back to the kitchen but he holds my hand and dips his hands in, staring at me. I smile and hand him the dishcloth then go back to the kitchen. He’s hot on my heels.

Me: Something wrong?

Sandile: You think I’m that stupid. I know you dragged the food.

Me: What?

I crack up and clap my hands then wipe my imaginary tear.

Me: You give me too much credit.

I wipe the plates.

Sandile: I’m not eating that.

He protests.

Me: Haike you might as well go to bed hungry because I did cook.

I place his piece of meat on my lunch box and the two reaming ones in my place. The generous me cooked 3 pieces of chicken because I know men love their meat and chicken is not my favourite meat unless it’s fried and he choose to reject that. Doesn’t he know Christmas comes once in a year? When he really needs this mana from heaven he won’t get it from me. I walk back to the living with my roof and start eating. He pulls the chair and sit down, watching me eat.

Me: Want some?

Sandile: No.

I lick my fingers and nod.

Me: The secret recipe was love but you missed it. Maybe my cooking skills are not that good. Maybe sis Lucky Vilakazi cooks better than me.

Sandile: (confused) Excuse me?

Me: I bumped into your girlfriend earlier on she was bragging about how many years you guys have and her designer bags.

I laugh crushing the bone.

Me: All I long I thought LV was a international brand.

Sandile: (frowning) Who doesn’t know that?

I crack up so hard.

Me: According to your girlfriend it’s a local brand. (Mimicking her voice) Lucky Vilakazi. I was so embarrassed on her behalf.

I laugh but he doesn’t. My jokes are not dry so why is he not laughing? I’ll take that as he didn’t get the joke.

Sandile: Are you done? We need to talk.

I spit out the bones and wipe my mouth.

Me: Did you give her the dress because it’s clear I was not suppose to where it but her.

He glares at me.

Me: Okay, I’m listening.

Sandile: I have a past.

Me: Everyone does have one. What I expected was to be told that there’s someone else.

Sandile: You didn’t give me a chance to do so.

Me: You had a whole three months in there to deal with it. If you really wanted to do sort it out we wouldn’t be talking about it right now and I wouldn’t have known that there’s someone else. I’m actually curious to know how is this going to work because clearly you don’t want to let that woman go. Stop making excuses for yourself.