the name is Imani

chapter 41

SATURDAY, 11 JANUARY

12:00
I am currently driving to the mall on my own, my dad and Ntonto are watching Armani for me. I think more than anything, I just need some air.

I can't believe my very own best friend is doing this to me. How dare he?! We could have worked well together while co-parenting. Using my daughter against me is such a weak move. Actually, I'm going there.

I turn the car around and drive to his house. I know that I already gave him a piece of my mind and me going to see him will put my case in jeopardy but I need to get things off my chest too.

I get to his house and the guards open for me. I get in and I am met with him standing at the door. He walks in before I even get to the door and I just follow behind him.

Me: Zizwe! Zizwe! how dare you?! Nkosiyezizwe!

I follow him upstairs and he walks into this massive room, with white interior. I follow him inside and he closes the door.

Zizwe: Lock the doors!
Me: what?!

I hear the doors locking. He grabs my waist and starts kissing me for about two minutes straight.

Me: stop.
Zizwe: don't try to fight it, just let it be. this is my love confession.
Me: no.
Zizwe: yes.

He kisses me slowly and passionately. He whispers sweet nothings to me inbetween the kisses.

Zizwe: I'm sorry. please forgive me.

He continues kissing and do you want to know? No, you don't so the rest is history.

14:30
Zizwe and I have been in his bed cuddling for a while now. Just cuddling in pure silence with whispering some sweet somethings here and there.

Zizwe: I love you, ntwana.
Me: you are a married man, Zizwe.
Zizwe: a man undergoing divorce.
Me: what? when?
Zizwe: Nyalleng and I haven't been doing so good. Nyalleng is failing to accept my daughter and if you can't accept my daughter, let me go.
Me: eh, good for you. I need to be on my way so...

I get and quickly get dressed.

Zizwe: don't you want to stay the night?
Me: no.

I head downstairs after getting dressed and bump into Nyalleng.

Nyalleng: I knew it! I just know that I would leave and you would jump in his bed! it must have been so hard keeping your little claws off of him. I always knew that you and your little illegitimate brat were here for a jackpot.
Me: sorry? my daughter is a what?
Nyalleng: yey! your daughter is a little illegitimate brat!

I chuckle before running to her, dropping her and throwing a bunch of punches. Zizwe pulls me off of her but as he does that, I throw one last kick.

Me: you are disrespectful! keep my daughter out of your filthy mouth! DON'T EVER!

She just stands there, crying her eyes out.

Me: I will show you flames, you! you messing with the wrong mother. my hands have been itching for a long time, I have been craving this moment.
Nyalleng: you are crazy.
Me: yes!
Nyalleng: Zizwe, are you letting her do this to me?
Me: don't bring him into this, you have a filthy mouth and it's not his fault.
Nyalleng: oh, how you worship the ground he walks on! he is a married man!
Me: you know what? I am done.

I walk out, get in my car and drive off. On my way home, I call Sandra.

Me: how sure are you that we'll win this case?
Sandra: with Peterson, I am 100% sure that this case is ours.
Me: good, I may have had a recent interaction with Mr. Khumalo. I hope it won't jeopardise the case.
Sandra: whatever it is, I am sure it will be useful for this case.
Me: I think it could be. look, I am having second thoughts about this case?
Sandra: you can't give up now, Armani needs you to stand up. don't give up now, please.
Me: okay.

I really don't like this. Although Zizwe came at me first, I don't like how this is going or where it's headed. I don't want to lose my best friend or Armani to lose a father because of this. I pick up my phone and call him.