Spurned

17

"I'm getting married tommorow, the least you can do is be there to support me" Rorisang repeats. "Don't involve me in your business... You've already proven to me how much you hate me"

"I need a maid of honour and y-" I cut her off. "No" I deadpan. "You owe that to me" I slap her. "Don't you dare- ever step into my house and utter that nonsense... I owe you nothing, Rorisang. Matter of fact, I don't remember ever inviting you here"

"I want you out of my house... Before I forget that we share the same parents" I snap. "You know what? Fine! Be selfish, Nthabiseng... You've always been selfish, you've always thought about yourself... I'm your sister for crying out loud, you should be happy for me!"

"Happy for you? You're marrying my ex husband- the same one you've been sleeping with behind my back for the past four years, Damnit! If there's anyone that's selfish it's you Rorisang!" I angrily say. "You never loved him anyway" She scoffs. "That didn't give you the right to sleep with him"

"He wanted the better sister and he got her! I did something that you were unable to do, I listened to him! I respected h-" She doesn't get the chance to finish when I pull out my gun. "N-Nthabiseng" She croaks out. "Get out!" I scream and she shuffles out the door.

I sit back on the couch, heavily breathing. The nerve of that damn whore, yeses! I toss my gun onto the side of the couch, pulling out my phone. I try calling Tshidi for the millionth time and she doesn't answer. I've done everything... I've tried talking to her mother, Hlulani and even her sons but no one knows anything.

I don't buy this whole story of her running away. Matshidiso is anything but a coward, and she would never leave her children behind- even if she was forced to... I just need my friend right now and she's no where to be found, I'm starting to get really worried.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by yet another text from a relative of mine in the family group chat... It's a flyer of Kwenzokuhle and Rorisang's wedding. Mxm. I exit the group and block the number. So I'm basically just supposed to be okay with this and let them get married, peacefully so?! Nxn.

I switch off my phone and grab a bottle of wine from my alcohol cupboard. I pour myself a glass and settle down onto the couch with a tub of vanilla ice cream on my lap. I continue watching savage beauty, pushing my problems to the back of my head.

My little session is disturbed by the doorbell ringing. I huff, getting up. I head to open the door and fold my arms over my chest. "What do you want here?" I clear my throat. "Can I come in?" I step aside, allowing him to walk in. He places the shopping bag on top of the dining table and I close the door, locking it. "Can we please talk?"

"About?" I ask as I sit down on the couch with him next to me. "Last night" I sigh in response. "I've given you enough time to calm down, please allow me to explain" I look away from him. "MaMashaba..." He trails off. "Lindokuhle, you hurt me"

"I know and I apologize..." He says. "Speak" I shrug my shoulders. "Thendo and I met a long time ago- we went to the same high school and we hit it off... One thing led to another and she got pregnant with Maqhawe. She didn't want the baby but I begged her to keep it"

"When Maqhawe was born she fled the country and left to London. I tried to stay in contact with her but she refused and said that a baby was not in her plans and that she didn't want one... She returned last week and called me"

"She told me that she wants to be a part of Maqhawe's life... I haven't told Maqhawe about her being back and I plan to keep it that way. She randomly showed up last night demanding to see Maqhawe but I refused, I promise that nothing's going on between her and I"

"Where is she now?" I look into his eyes. "I don't know, maybe some hotel. I kicked her out" He grabs onto both my hands. "Itumeleng... You're the only woman that I'm interested in, do you hear me?" I nod. "Thendo and I will never get back together, ever."

"I hear you" I mutter. "Is- Is she going to try and take Maqhawe away?" His face hardens. "No" He mumbles. "Lindokuhle" I warn him. "I don't know- but she wouldn't dare" He states. "I don't trust her, there's something on with that fake smile of hers. Mxm"

"I'm still angry, Lindo..." I pull my hands away from his. "I'm sorry, come here" He pulls me onto his arms. "I missed you" He pecks my lips. "Mhm" He slightly pulls away from me. "What?" I shrug. "I said that I missed you" He furrows his eyebrows at me.

"So?" I ask. "Itumeleng" He turns me to face him. "You wouldn't have left me all alone for a week if you missed me, Lindo" I glare at him. "I was giving you space- you asked me to stay away from you" He accuses. "I did not" I turn my back towards him. "MaMashaba"

He gets up, dragging me along with him. "What are you doing?" I ask as he slips off his shirt and gets into bed. "Woza" He waves me over and I get in, resting my head on his chest, letting out a sigh of relief. I missed this- a lot. "I missed you too"

He answers and I slightly roll my eyes at him. "Whatever" I give him a long peck and he rests his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. I softly smile.

"Your brother is marrying my sister, tommorow"