"How about we make this love thing real, yeah?"~Qaphela Makhathini.
In this fleeting span of mortal existence, Ayize and Qaphela are graciously granted another opportunity to love each other. However, circumstances don't appear to be as delightfu...
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𝙰𝙼 𝙸 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶? Was last night an illusion or a fantasy? Sakhile Makhathini? My God! Last night...last night was a mistake, a slip up, a stumble in my sexuality...
"Haike! At least I know why you're late for your sister's plans!" my mother shouts jolting both me and Sakhile from our sleep.
Instantly, I sit up in bed, wrapping the cover over mine and Sakhile's naked bodies. I don't know how my mom got the keys to Ayize's house, but I suspect it has something to do with my partypooper of a sister.
I guess she probably never expected our mom to find me lying naked and tired from a night of passionate sex with Sakhile, her soon to be brother-in-law. Actually, any normal mother would have run out embarrassed, but my mom just stands there staring, a goofy smirk plastered on her face.
"What are you doing in here, Mama?" nervously, I question her, turning to look at Sakhile. His readable eyes expose him when he looks down in embarrassment as he tries to stop his erect penis from peeking through the covers.
Involuntarily, I blush at the awkward stare down that is happening. It's been what? Nearly a decade since my mother caught me naked lying up under the opposite sex.
"Zibhanxa ndin, khawulezani!" My mother paces around the room, picking up our clothing. "Nangamso, you are supposed to be leaving for the airport and you, Sakhile, at a suit fitting or something." She tosses Sakhile's clothes to him on the bed before walking out of the room. I'm crossing fingers that this doesn't get to Ayize or Qaphela.
I can't tell whether my mother is pissed or amused. I honestly don't know what's more mortifying; being late for my sister's wedding planning trip or having my mother catch me in bed naked with Sakhile. Either way, I have no time to think about it.
Turning to Sakhile, I attempt to speak. It's time to do the awkward goodbyes; instead, he meets me with his lips.
"Don't overthink it. We'll talk later," he says, climbing out of the bed. I sit there for a minute, staring at him.
I'm speechless. If today wasn't so important, I'd ask him what he means, but I have to get going. We have to get going. The sound of my phone vibrating breaks me out of the trance I've fallen under. My sister's name beams across the screen.
"Gosh!" I scream.
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Ayize and I get to the airport, and the turn-up energy is nonexistent. Each of us in own thoughts about the men in our lives.
Men. Yuck!
I'm currently texting Sakhile, arguing as usual. The sexual tension between us was too intense, way intense. Hence last night occurred.
