BEING A WIFE OF A PRISONER

Chapter 67

JENNIFER

I slept like a baby last night after receiving multiple orgasms from my man. I had intentions of waking up in his arms this morning not this nonsense happening right now. I swear to God that man I testing my patience and I have had enough of him. I jump to my feet and storm to the room he sleeps in.

Tata: Don’t bother his not in.

He yells after me and despite that I ignore him and barge in. It’s unlocked and empty like no one was staying here. If my father didn’t yell that I would probably think I’m delusional because the room looks like the first time I came home from Joburg, empty and enemy free. I take out my phone as it rings. It’s an unsaved number.

Me: Hello?

Sandile: My people are waiting outside.

Motherfucker!

Me: What is the meaning of this?

Sandile: You know what it means.

Me: Tell you people to leave before I burn them with hot oil.

I seethe out.

Sandile: You’re already my wife and these are just formalities.

Me: Formalities my left foot. Tell your people to move from my father’s gate. Who do you think you’re ?

Sandile: I’m your husband. You’re angry which I understand because I didn’t tell you and you have every right to be. But let’s face it you took something from me and the score is settled. An eye for an eye.

Me: Umnqundu wakho Sandile uyeva? Umnqundu wakho. {Swear words}.

I click my tongue and furiously disconnect the line. I throw the phone on top of the bed before I could throw it on the floor or wall.

Tata: Aza.

He yells from outside. I close my eyes and count to ten to calm myself down then walk out.

Me: Ta?

Tata: It’s your call my baby. Tell me what do you want. Should I open or not?. I don’t to open for them only to find out you don’t want that. At the same time I don’t want to open for them only to find out you also don’t want that. It’s your call.

Mam Zodwa walks out of the house holding her phone before I could reply.

Zodwa: I’ve called your uncle and his own his way.

My blood boils while my heart thuddes in my ribcage.

Me: (shouting) Tata ndibambe ndingekamonzakalisi lomama. Ndibambe tata. {Father hold me before I hurt this woman. Hold me father}.

I attempt to jump on her but my father holds me down while she screams.

Tata: Calm down.

I yank myself off from his grip.

Me: Suzozenza qhafu qhafu ngam apha Mam Zodwa. Ngubani okunike imvume? {Don’t make yourself shine on my expense Mam Zodwa. Who gave you the permission}.

Tata: Ngubani obekucelile? {Who asked you?}.

Zodwa: I thought I was helping.

I chuckle in disbelief. Somebody better hold me down before I chop her boobs back to Mhlab' uyalingana. Who does she think she is?

Tata: You’re not helping at all in fact you’re making the situation worse. Do you see how she is right now? I’m so disappointed in you Zodwa.

Zodwa: Baba I was just trying to help.