SIBONELO'S POV _
I barely got any sleep as usual and this time was because I was irritated. Actually mildly angry so I sat out in my patio since early morning. Last night went left. Melo was determined to piss me off and he knew it. After a few drinks he'd gone to introduce himself to Zimmy. He didn't stop. He kept talking to her every once in a while. Making sure she was comfortable and her drink was filled. She started laughing at his jokes at some point. Melokuhle is not funny. He's stupid. I looked at my phone checking her social media once again. I'd made sure Khaya takes her home. The guard had reported back too. Abo Melo basjwayela amasimba. Her latest story post was less than an hour. She was in church? I went back to watch last night's stories. She had videos singing with Nothando, a few laughing pictures, another video of just Nothando, next video of her acting shy to the camera. The next video highly disgusts me. Melokuhle was in it, smiling like a fool. Yes it was a group video but good God. My phone rang. This damn idiot.
Sibo: "Melokuhle." I answered.
Melo: "Sibonelo. Are you still mad? What happened bra? I didn't approach your brother's wife."
Sibo: "I'm not mad."
Melo: "Good. Zwe told me I can call you. The other girl, Zimmy. She's your business partner I hear, I didn't get her number. Do you mind sharing?" Melokuhle doesn't respect me, does he?
Sibo: "And why do you think I'd do that?"
Melo: "What would be the problem Sibonelo? I thought you were with the colored chick."
Sibo: "Leave Zimmy alone Melokuhle."
Melo: "Kungcono silwe ke mngani wami. You're not giving me something to work with here. She's not your girl, not your brothers, pho yini inkinga?"
Sibo: "Melokuhle, you're not going to win this fight."
Melo: "Is she your girl?"
Sibo: "Yes, she's my girl. Leave her alone." I hung up, feeling a fire in my chest.
Megan: "Hey." She walked out, dressed in my shirt only. She was a very sexy girl but I couldn't get rid of the sick feeling in my stomach.
Sibo: "Hi. Your cab is a few minutes away."
Megan: "Are you serious? I just woke up. You won't even offer me breakfast?"
Sibo: "I have a family event to get to, please get dressed."
Megan: "And what's with the foul mood?"
Sibo: "What foul mood Megan, I'm telling you I have somewhere to be kanti yini inkinga yakho?"
Megan: "Woah.. okay." She walked back in the house.
Sibo: "Nx." How could Zwe do that? I thought we were brothers but no, he let Melokuhle act a fool. What was he hoping to achieve? The sooner I get to that palace and give him a piece of my mind. I booked the cab and went inside the house. Megan was dressed in her outfit from last night. I took out something from the drawer to give her.
Megan: "I'm not your whore, Sibonelo. When you're done having a tantrum, call me." She left her business card and walked out. Once the cab drove off, I left my house driving to the palace. I arrived in less than 3 minutes, parked and stormed into the house. Zwelethu was on the couch watching TV.
Sibo: "Why did you do that Zwelethu?"
Zwe: "Good morning to you too, Sibonelo. You don't look like you had a good night."
Sibo: "I had a fantastic night thank you very much! But why are you encouraging Melokuhle to Zimmy?"
Zwe: "They're both single. Melo is great, he'll treat her well."
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