There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
Ayize Gxarha, a poised conservative psychiatrist who meets the roguish Qaphela Makhathini due to unforeseen circumstances...
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𝙸 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚅𝙴 my feet into the 8.5 cm YSL heels I'd coveted online for months before one of my patients urged me to make the purchase. Next to me on top of the bed, my cellphone pings.
I chuckle before responding to her text. She's been reminding me about this for the past week, giving me no choice but to agree. Qaphela offering to be my date is another reason for me agreeing.
"Ayize! Are you ready? We're all waiting for you!" Qaphela shouts from outside the bedroom door. I grab the black and tan shaded Goyard mini handbag along with my cellphone.
"I'm all done bhabha, is everyone proper?" I question as I step out of my bedroom.
"Yes, uVusi noUyanda are waiting for us in the car- You look gorgeous." He states, draping his arm around my waist. He quickly lands a wet kiss on my lips. I'll have to fix my lips in the car. If only this man knew how much admin it is to achieve a perfect lip combo.
"Thanks, and stop calling my baby Vusi. That's an old man's name." I complain as I walk ahead of him.
"We're not about to argue about this again." He titters, catching up with me. "Has the social worker contacted you about any progress?" He questions. I gulp silently, my mind trailing off to the cell phone conversation I had with Nombulelo yesterday. A marriage certificate? Can you fake those?
"No, no she hasn't." I lie.
•••
Kuhle and Nzuzo's new home is our first destination. Because of their already full house consisting of two kids and two pomeranians, they offered to stay with Uyanda and Peanut for the night.
We don't need the navigation system to get to their home, considering we've been there twice in the past couple of weeks. Qaphela hikes the volume and bobs along to the beat of the Zulu love track.
"We will play this song for our grandchildren one day, you know." Qaphela arbitrarily says, cracking Uyanda up while getting nothing more than an eye roll from me. Qaphela says the dumbest things ever.
"Mxm." I steups.
"Am I right or am I right fanas?" He looks at Uyanda through the rear view mirror.
"I don't think that's an appropriate conversation to have with a child, Qaphela." I butt in.
"He'll be thirteen soon, I had my first girlfriend at ten." Qaphela boasts. Steupsing once again, I stare out the window with Uyanda laughing at whatever Qaphela's saying.
About five songs later, we pull into their driveway. We find Kuhle already waiting outside with Nzalo in her arms. Uyanda grabs his backpack along with Peanut as we step out of the car.
