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...
•erotomania I, rota meinia (n.) A delusion in which a person believes that another person is in love with them
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"𝚀𝚄𝙴! She's even wearing a bloody ring! Did you propose?" She cries out. Fortunately, Ayize is nowhere in sight. After completing the passport control process, she made her way inside the jet with Nqobile. "Another thing, why was I blocked? Why can't I get ahold of you?" Barileng's outpouring of emotions is quite baffling to me. Things between us were never that deep –not with her or anyone else besides my Ayize.
"Don't ask me shit Barileng. It's been what, six months? We have nothing to talk about. Nothing connects us Barileng, lutho sisi." I'm actually piqued by her presence at this moment.
"Is that the reason why you brought miss fancy along? I bet she's one of Nqobile's bratty friends. She is akere? Nqobile has always been a classist anyway." I genuinely don't understand what Nqobile has to do with any of this. She huffs, struggling to contain the hurt she is experiencing, for no apparent reason.
"Don't you fucken dare Barileng. Never speak about my woman. Never speak to my woman. Don't even look her way." I seethe. A slight chuckle falls from her lips as she runs her tongue across the top one to get rid of the dryness.
"Wow! Ka nnete Qaphela? So you don't miss me, us?"
"Barileng, don't insult me. Please." I'm genuinely insulted by her question.
"Que!" she bawls. Her voice is beginning to irritate me to the point of no return and today isn't the moment for that. My plans are to enjoy these next three days with my woman. There is no way in hell am I going to allow a woman who had known the stipulations of our previous, futile arrangement to ruin my time.
"Qaphela, my name is Qaphela. I was named Qaphela for a reason." I don't wait for her response, instead I trudge off to the aircraft.
As I make it up the stairs and into the aircraft where everyone else is waiting, it is then that I realise the mistake I had made. Shagging someone within the circle.
Barileng had no business being here but because we happen to have the same circle of acquaintances; it happened. Sauntering towards a seat, Shayane shoots me an apologetic glance.
"She didn't know what to do with herself so I asked her to tag along since my boyfriend couldn't make it." She explains. "You weren't invited anyway." The words cling at the tip of my tongue. I have no problem with her but she's Barileng's closest friend at the end of the day.
Alden is sitting beside Nqobile, who is as beautiful as the first day I'd met her. The platonic love I have for her comes so easily; watching her love my dear friend with every piece of her while simultaneously saving him from his demons.
"Ayize is on a call at the moment." Nqobile whispers, tugging at my t-shirt. "Tell her or I'm telling her Qaphela." She challenges, knowing that I'm well aware of what she's referring to.
