Maid For Marriage

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Stacey arrived with the same woman holding the baby. She had a smirk on her face as she looked at all of the wives. "This home is beautiful. Is this where I'll be staying, baby?" I'm so over this woman and her accent. "Don't call me that."
"Why? You've never had a problem with it before. Anyway, this house will do for now. I like it better than the one from the other day. Will someone show us to our rooms so we can settle in?" The wives seemed just as shocked as I was.

"Nobody will be moving in anywhere. Stacey, tell me? Who is this woman always carrying the child?" MaKhumalo asked. "Oh, that's my sister, Tamera. She looks after Senzo's child when I'm busy." MaKhumalo nodded. "Good, I'm glad that she's here." Stacey just smiled. "How old is the baby?" Her smile dropped. "Why do you keep asking questions? Can we just get on with it? When do I get my house and I read online that my family is supposed to get paid when Senzo and I get married? When's that happening?" Was she serious? Was she fucking serious?

"That will happen once we have proof that the baby is actually my husband's." Stacey's face went blank. "Baby, your wife has lost her mind. There's no way I'm giving you consent to prick and prod my child."
"Don't worry. There aren't any needles involved. We just need a quick mouth swab. We have a kit." One of the maids brought out an at home DNA kit. Both women looked nervous. "No. I'm not doing it. No way. You dont hive my consent for that bullshit." MaKhumalo just shrugged and took out an A4 brown envelope.

"That's okay." Stacey calmed down just a little bit, but then MaKhumalo put a page in front of her. "Senzo. It's all lies! She made this up! I promise!" She took the paper and tore it up. MaKhumalo just smiled, and the maid brought us all a stack of paper. "In front of everyone are hospital records. A few months ago, our wannabe sister wife over here got pregnant via sperm donor. That's the baby she tried to trap our husband with. The child wasn't even his in the first place. In your folder, you'll also find records of her abortion and a contract she signed with a modeling agency in London. Once she thought she'd be set, she got rid of the baby. When she got to London, she messed up the biggest opportunity of her life and got blacklisted from every major modeling agency in the world. Once she realized she was never getting hired again, she came back here to trick Baba with a baby that's not even hers. This child belongs to her sister, and the child is one and a half years old. Birth records are in the folder as well. Did you really think we were that stupid that we wouldn't notice?"

"Baby! All of it is a lie. I promise! I swear, baby. None of this is true. This is your child, and I love you. I'm ready to be your wife. I'll do anything. I promise you it's all a lie." The maids walked in with a police officers. "Stop with the dramatics, Stacey. We've been caught." Her sister finally spoke up. "But why the police? We didn't commit any crimes."
"One small detail your sister managed to keep from you was that she's flat broke and she's wanted for several crimes in London and the US. Not to mention the fact that she entered the country illegally." Her sister was as shocked as we were at the table. What was even happening right now? I didn't know how to react.  I didn't even know what to do with myself while we just watched her get arrested.

When they were gone, the wives cheered and danced. I was happy the truth was out and that we didn't have to deal  with her, but I had no faith in my husband. He would probably get us into a situation like this again, and next time, the child just might be his. I wouldn't be surprised if he already had a few children out there. Just look at how his marriages started with these women. What if there were more wives to come? I already don't see him much unless I'm sick, and it's only a matter of time before the other wives have more children. I'll dissappear into the background so quickly.

"Mamakhe, you've been silent." We were out having dinner at a nice restaurant. He booked out the entire place. I appreciated it, but my mind was filled with all of these crazy theories. They all ended in me being forgotten. "Are you okay?" He took my hand, and I just nodded. I wiped the tears that escaped. "Mamakhe? Talk to me." I just shook my head. "What I have to say won't matter." His face scrunched up in concern. "Please."