Noma and Kea

CHAPTER 20

I sit in bed, reading a novel on my phone, it’s near midnight and he still isn’t back. I know he hasn’t left the house, because all his cars are loud. You can hear them, when he leaves the house and the TV is off, in the room and downstairs there’s no sound. I get out of bed and put on my gown and start creeping around; well it’s not creeping if it’s your Boyfriend’s place, know what I mean. I walk down the hall and walk into his study/office. The linger of smoke was attached to the walls, I look to him while at his desk, he has a cigar between his fingers. I didn’t know he smoked, wasn’t he the one lecturing Mandla about Cigarettes. I mean, I know they are 2 different things, but both are harmful to your Lungs. He has a glass of Whiskey on his table, he’s wearing glasses, they are a transparent frame, he is concentrating. I walk behind him, what exactly has his head so up in the clouds, he takes a puff and releases the smoke and taps it to release the heavy ash. I look at the book, it’s written in a funny squiggle, “What is this language?” I ask as I sit down on his lap and looking at him.
He looks past me, “It’s Arabic” he says.
“Why are you reading Arabic? Since when do you even read Arabic? Wait can you Speak Arabic?” I ask curiosity piqued, this is News to me, I just thought he knew Sepedi, English and a bit of Zulu.
Now he looks at me, looking confused, “I’m reading Arabic, because I’m reading the Qur’an. Technically I’m still learning, but I can get through a conversation” he says. My face hardens after I heard he was reading the Qur’an, “Why are you reading the Qur’an?” he looks at me after my interrogative question and smiles.
“Is it cause, it’s an Islamic book” he asks with a smile on his face.
I don’t know what he’s smiling about, “No, because it’s the book, that preaches of another God, who is a false God” I say and standing up.
He looks up at me, “What is the name of that God, you are talking about?” he has a smile as he leans back into his chair, fingers crossed.
“Allah” I reply.
“OK and do you know, what is the Arabic word for God” he asks. I shake my head.
“The Arabic word for God is ‘Allah’, same way Christians say the Lord or God. ‘Allah’ is just the word for God” he says.
“Then why are you reading it, I have never seen you reading the Bible?” I ask arms crossed.
He chuckles, “Just because you have never seen me reading it doesn’t mean, I don’t read it. And to answer your question, I read it for the same reason, I read the Bible. Historical texts and Guidance, believe it or not both books have a lot of Similarities for example, they all reference Moses as the Prophet of God” he says.
I look at him surprised, “Well I did not know that” I say. He stands up and takes one last puff and crushes his cigar in the ash tray and gulps his last drink. He walks towards me and puts his arm around my shoulders and we walk out of the room and back to bed.
I climb into bed and he walks into the bathroom and brushes his teeth. He walks out, takes of his shirt, and walks to the light. Switches it off and climbs into bed, “Goodnight” he says kisses my head and just turns away from me. Damn I thought he would’ve changed his mind about not wanting to have Sex. He is breathing slowly. I press myself against him, who knew he could be this warm, especially in this weather. I wrap myself onto him, I’m just here for Heat, forget Sex at this point.
He starts rolling out of bed, I look at my phone. It’s 05h00, I sit up and he looks at me, “Go back to bed” he says.
“Was there another Robbery?” I ask.
He puts on his shirt, “No I’m going for a run” he says.
“Oh, I didn’t know you run” I say.
“Yeah it’s one of those things I do, ever since I picked up Boxing” he says. He stretches side to side and walks out the room. I plop myself back to sleep, he walks back in and kisses my forehead then walks out again. I giggle and I feel myself falling into my sleep, he really woke up, no alarm, no nothing just rolled out.
At 05:30 my alarm blares, I switch it off, and he still hasn’t returned. I sleep some more, and then my 06h00 alarm goes off, he’s still not back, I switch it off. Then I roll out of Bed, Gown on, maybe he is downstairs or in his study? Nothing, I sit on the counter chairs and move to the couch and switch on the TV. I start watching a K-Drama, about half an hour into the episode, I hear the Punching bag.
At least he is back, that’s all I’m grateful for right now. I finish 2 episodes and he is still going outside. I switch off the TV, I walk to the door and as I open the door he stands at the door, dripping in sweat, “Morning” he says.
“Morning” I say. He walks into the house and heads upstairs.
I take yesterday’s Burgers out the fridge and head upstairs. The shower is running and he is just standing there. The waters temperature is 20 degrees, that’s cold as fuck, I increase the temperature to 38 and step in, the water is still taking some time to heat up. So I stand there shuttering from the cold, it starts warming a bit and he feels the change and looks at me. I guess he didn’t notice I was there the whole time, he grabs me and hugs me. The water starts heating up and when it’s that right temperature he lets go. Guess he was tryna heat me up. He starts lathering up and lets the water rinse him, I sit on the shower steps. He stands still and I walk up to him.
Look up at him and start kissing him, and runs his hand down my waist to my ass, lifts my leg and kisses my neck. I can feel it in between my legs but, it’s not in. Put it in for God’s sake. Then he moves to my lips then he stops. Let’s go of my leg and walks away. OH MY DAYS, what is wrong with him. He uses a towel and puts on some Joggers and walks out the bathroom. I stay in the shower, I don’t know why, I feel so unwanted, yesterday I understood, I was in a bit of pain, manageable pain mind you. He doesn’t want to do anything, I can understand, I’m guessing the pain was something he didn’t want to add onto. Now I’m fine and he kisses me passionately and he still doesn’t want to do anything. Like boy give me that Dick for fuck sakes. I start taking a shower and lather up and rinse myself and walk out the shower. I leave the shower, dry up and put on something comfy. I look into his closet, I pull out a White hoodie and some joggers, I have to tie them around my waist since they are so baggy. I pull up the hoodies sleeves just enough for my hands to poke out. I put on my slippers and shuffle out of the closet and go into the bedroom and he is on the Balcony, Shirtless again. He looks back, I stand there, mean mugging him. He giggles and looks back at the view. I walk and I slide the door, “Are you alright?” I ask.
“Yeah” he replies. He looks back at the view, just some hills I can’t really say it’s my type of view, but if it’s his, it’s his. We head downstairs, I heat up the Burgers and we start eating. We finish eating and he sits on the couch. “Aren’t you going to get dressed so we can leave” I ask. “Where we going?” he asks surprised.
Hebathong, “Shopping, I told you yesterday we going shopping” I say.
He looks at me like he thought I was joking, “Go get dressed” I say.
He reluctantly stands up, walks upstairs and comes back downstairs, wearing black slacks, Black Oxfords, Black sweater, Gold watch, and bracelet. “Let’s go” he says. I stand up and grab my tiny hand bag and we walk into the garage, he opens the door of the G Wagon and I step in, he steps in and he switches the car on. The garage goes up and we start driving he speeds out of the complex and onto the street still speeding.
He looks at me, “Are those my joggers and Hoodie” he asks.
“Yes they are” I’m surprised he only realized now.
“Why are you wearing them? Look at them, they are baggy on you” he says.
“I like your clothes, plus I need these bitches to smell me whenever you at the club so they can stay away” I say, he chuckles and shakes his head.
“What you don’t like my new look?” I ask mean mugging again, but a cute mean mug.
“Nah I’m just surprised, I would’ve expected you to wear like a hoodie not an entire set, with slippers” he says.
“Yeah the Slippers are a letdown, but I didn’t know I’d have to do shopping because I thought your fridge was full” I say.
“Yeah, I usually eat at the Club” he says.
“What do you eat?” I ask.
“Depends on what I’m feeling, we have really good Buffalo Wings” he says. He isn’t wrong, I have had them and they are good.
We are driving through Mall of Africa parking and head into the parking. We park near the entrance and we step out. We start walking. I thought, I walked fast but damn this boy. I feel like 2 of my steps is just 1 step to him. We walk in and he has his hand around my shoulder and pulling me tighter.