Spurned

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"N-No... I swear" She stutters. "Then you won't mind me telling your father about these then" I shrug. "Mama! No, please" She begs. "Why not?" I bluntly ask and she remains silent.

"You know why? Because you know that it's wrong, Maqhawe! You're barley seventeen... I won't tell him" I drawl out. "Thank you" She mutters. "You'll be the one who will tell him, today. And if you don't then I will" I state. "Mama please, I'm sorry. I won't do it. I was going to but I won't" She pleads.

"When?" I dryly swallow. "Tommorow" She mutters. I don't say anything, I walk out of the room, heavily sighing. "Yini?" Lindo asks as I turn to walk past him. "Your daughter has something to say to you... Don't you, Maqhawe?" I glance at her. "I-Uhm" She chokes.

"I'll leave you to it" I walk up to my room, getting into bed. I know that I just got up but I'm exhausted! I pull out my phone, texting my mother back. I swear that lady has grown attached to me somehow, along with Lindokuhle.

"What did she say?" I turn around as he walks in and he's grinning like an idiot- she definately did not tell him. "Some speech about how I'm the greatest father in the world... Father of the century, MaMashaba" He smirks. "Oh, Dlamini" I sigh, shaking my head at him.

"Yini?" He shrugs. "Nothing my love, come" I opwn the comforter and he gets in. I rest my body on top of his. "Is it just me or are you getting thicker?" He furrows his eyebrows together. "Is this your way of telling me that I need to start going to the gym again?"

"No- Baby no. I mean your body looks amazing and all but lately-" I cut him off. "Lindokuhle... Are you calling me fat?" I rapidly blink. "No, MaMashaba... Mhm Mhm, you're perfect, okay? I'm just saying that you're gaining weight in all the right places" I move off of him.

"So I'm gaining weight? Am I crushing you?" I smiffle. "No No, Itumeleng... I'm not saying that it's bad. It's good, very good- I like it" I get off the bed before he can continue. "Itumeleng!" He calls out as I walk into the closet. I stand infront of the full length body mirror and frown.

I lift up my shirt only to gasp as I turn, showing my side profile. Oh Modimo- "MaMashaba" I pull away from him as I grimace. "Ke na le mokhaba, Lindo!" I gasp. "No you don't, I like it" He palms my pudge and I push him away. "Don't touch me" I click my tongue in annoyance. "Why not?" He asks.

"It's all because of you! You're feeding me like I'm a damn pig! You don't want me to look attractive!" I slap his chest. "But you are attractive" He pecks my forehead. "Stop it marn Lindokuhle! I'm getting fat" I angrily wipe away my falling tears. "You're not getting fat, let's look at the bright side-"

"There is no bright side, it's all covered by my belly fat" I sob. "Ukhalelani manje?" (Why are you crying now?) "I'm loosing my figure Lindo" I cup my pudge before shrieking. Yeses! "No you're not, I like this one" He taps the side of my breast and I slap his hand away.

"Let's get back into bed" He pulls me back into my room and sits me down on the bed. "I'm not sleepy" I huff. "Mhm?" He raises his eyebrow at me. "I'm hungry" I state. "What do you want to eat?" He pecks my nose. "Fried hake and spicy rice" I add on.

"Okay, anything else?" He pulls out his phone. "No, wait... I want a salad instead" I gag at the thought. "Itumeleng, Ufuna amahlamvu?" (You want leaves?) "No, a salad" I correct him. "Okay" He mutters.

"Uyaphi manje?" He asks as I walk out of the room, heading down to the kitchen. I open the cupboards, frustratedly sighing when I don't find what I'm looking for. "Ufunani?" He wraps his arms around me from behind. "Wine, Dlamini"

"We don't have any and we won't be buying any for the next few months" He pecks my shoulder. "I need it, I'm starting to go crazy- I know that I'm not a constant visitor of the gym but this? I want to cry" I mutter. "You can cry"

"But I don't want to cry" I sniffle. "Then don't cry" He states. "Don't tell me what to do!" I snap, running my tongue over my teeth. "I think we should go and see a doctor" His eyes widen. "Oh-uhm, Are you sure?" I nod, downing a glass of water.

"Mhm, We also need a few things in the house... You don't mind driving me- You'll drive me to the mall tomorrow" I order. "I will?" He furrows his eyebrows at me. "Yes, Lindokuhle. Yeka ukuba slow marn" (Stop being slow)

"Let's go back to bed now" He stops me by going to the front door. I wait around and he walks back in a few moments later, placing a paper bag on top of the counter. "Is that my salad?" I watch as he pulls out a takeaway and hands it to me. "Open and take a look"

I glance at him before opening it. "You see? Oa bona? This is why I'm getting fat, you're feeding me like there's no tommorow! I asked for a salad, a simple salad Lindokuhle" I frustratedly. "This is not a salad" I whisper shout.

"They were out of salads so I got you this instead" He's lying. I grab a spoon and start eating. I push his face away when he tries to kiss my forehead. I continue eating. "What's bothering you?" He asks as I throw away the take away. "Nothing" I exclaim as I wash my hands.

"Itumeleng, what's wrong?" He intensely stares into my eyes and I try not to look away- he'll know that I'm lying. "Tell me" He demands and I blink, groaning. "Yini?" He asks as I stare down at my fingers.

"I found a packet of condoms in Maqhawe's room..."