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LOVE BEYOND MEASURE

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STHOKOZILE

He just dropped me off at home, and the house was so quiet. Well, about last night, it was okay. I mean, the only reason I agreed to go back home with Thembelani was because I thought I would get some action but nothing! Dude just cuddled me the whole night, and we talked about ourselves. Just a few forehead kisses, and perks here and there. He didn't even try to make a move on me. I'm starting to think he has a problem with his dick. If not then how do you explain us sleeping in the same bed yet he didn't try to do anything? I even tried getting closer to him, but nothing! Hai men!

I asked him to take me home the moment my eyes opened in the morning, he made me breakfast which I enjoyed and promised that he would see me again. I don't know, I don't know if I like the guy or I want to use him in a way. I have an unbearable itch down there that needs to be scratched so bad, I'm sexually frustrated and he denied me some action yesterday. I could call Menzi but that one is crazy, he will start thinking I love him and confess his undying love for me. So I will just have to soldier on, and wait as things unfold between me and Thembelani, if there is an 'us' I am still not sure of his intentions with me.

I went to town to do a few groceries, and get new lunchboxes for the girls. I was browsing through a few clothes when I received a text from Ronnie, he was telling me that he will come over tonight so we can talk about co-parenting. I sighed, and put my phone away. All I know is that the kids are staying with me, he can have them for the weekends or holidays but I will look after them full time. He stays in an apartment, and he lives alone. I don't think he will have the capabilities to look after the girls in a way that I would. I'm not being bitter or anything, I just think they are better off with me. And besides, he is at work Monday to Friday, and he can't really hire a nanny to look after them when I'm here, and not working. He stays far away and the school is on this side, so it's more convenient that they stay with me.

I notice a beautiful, pink dress and it's just calling my name. But I am on a tight budget, this money is for groceries and it's supposed to last us for a month. I wish I could get my job back, I did make an appointment with them, but they haven't got back to me. But I'm sure they won't take me back, for sure they quickly found a replacement for me when they heard of my accident. I was just a cleaner anyway, it's not a train smash. I have to dust my CV and start looking for something. I asked Naledi to let me know if they are hiring at her workplace, so I'm hoping a vacancy will open up pretty soon.

I walked to the underground parking of the mall to request a cab. I noticed someone so familiar, he had his back against me but I could never misfigure that body structure. I leaped towards him and patted him on his shoulder. He turned back with a frown. He looks different.

"Can I help you?" I snapped out of it and shook my head.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were someone I knew. Sorry for bothering you," I told him, and turned back. I could have sworn that it was him, maybe ukufana kwabantu.

I went back home with my mind still stuck on that stranger. I unloaded the groceries, and my phone rang from my bag. I reached for it and answered. It was Thembelani.

Me: Hello

Thembelani: If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were mad at me.

***Of course, I am***

Me; Why would I be mad at you?

Thembelani: I don't know, you tell me.

Me: I'm not mad at you.

Thembelani: Is it because I didn't fuck you?

Me: No.

Thembelani: I know it is. Look, Sthoko, we may have spent time yesterday but it's been a while since I knew you and I know I feel something for you. Right now, you just got out of a divorce, so I'm not sure if you sleep with me you would be doing it because you feel the same way I feel, or you just want to have fun. If you want to have fun, tell me, and I will gladly decline because I'm too old to be just fucking.

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