Noma and Kea

CHAPTER 39

Last night was an absolute blur for me, all I remember we ended up at Ntokozo’s place. We practically finished, all her wine and just sat and complained about our men. We were so wasted we couldn’t even drive, I’m sure Ntokozo is angry we finished her alcohol. I mean we even bought 6 pack after 6 pack. I remember Kea trying to pick me up and me resisting. He just flung me over his shoulder and got me in the car. Everything else was a blur, one thing I can remember is when; I tried to have drunk sex with him, he pushed me to the side. I don’t know what I said, but it was hurtful, the look on his face and his next words, “You disgust me” as he walked out the room. I look to my side as my head is pounding and pounding, he’s not in bed and his side of the bed is still made. He didn’t sleep in our bed, I look at my phone and see a text from the Groupchat, ‘Noma did Kea sleep in bed, because Thapelo didn’t?’ asks Lerato.
“No, he didn’t, do you remember anything from last night?” I ask.
“No, I just remember us cradling Thobile, and when they came to get us, because we couldn’t drive” she says.
“Let me go talk to him” I say, I mean he can’t be that angry can he?
I stand up and walk into the bathroom, take a shower and brush my teeth. I put on my Pajamas, and walk out of the room, there’s only one place he could be.
I walk to the door, and open it slightly. He is signing, when the door is wide enough he looks up and has his pen dancing between his fingers, glasses on, he looks at me and he clenches his jaw, he’s angry. I stand by the door for a minute, “Where’s Mandla?” I ask.
“His place” he replies coldly.
I nod my head, and try to close the door as I walk out, “Noma…” he calls.
“Yes”
“Remember you always, said Radical Honesty,” he says, I nod, he clears his throat, “If you ever get that drunk, or embarrass not only myself, but yourself, the way you did yesterday. By the time you wake up in the next morning you will find all your things packed”.
“What did you just say?” 
“You heard me, we will be done” he says stern, no emotion.
“Wow, after everything that happened yesterday, I’m still here, you called me Disgusting, and I’m still here” I say.
“Do you know why I said you were disgusting,” I shake my head, “When I was tryna put you to bed, you kept trying to pull my pants down, so you could give me head”, I’m taken back, “How do you think I saw you in that moment, do you think I was impressed, do you not think that’s not a valid reason to say someone is disgusting?”.
“Well, you are one to talk, your brother is supposed to be in a prison cell, why didn’t you take him to a Police station?” I ask.
“Why would I do that?” he asks.
“He assaulted Thobile” I say.
“Yes, and now its handled, she’s gonna leave him as far as I know, and he wouldn’t dream of laying a hand on an insect now” he says and grabs his glass of Whiskey and sips.
“What have I fallen in love with?” he looks at me, with a glance that says, ‘Watch what you say next’, “I mean, I would’ve hoped you had a bit more remorse and compassion, but what can I expect from a Drug Dealer and his Murderous Brothers” his eyes widen, he throws his glass to the side of the room, it shatters and throws shoves his ash tray to the other side and marches quickly towards me, eyes full of anger, “Yini uzo shaya mina futhi?”(What, are you going hit me too) I ask looking at him.

He stops and looks at me, “I have never, ever given you a reason to think, I would lay a finger on you. The only time I have ever hit you is when we are having Sex” he says, my posture relaxes, “You can insult me all you want, but one thing I will never stand for, is someone disrespecting my family”.
He has a look of sorrow and lament, “I’m sorry” I try to hold his hand, “I didn’t…”
“You don’t know us like that, don’t you ever assume you do…” he says.
“Kea I’m sorry, I…” I try to reach for his hand, and he pulls his hand away.
“I’m going for a Run,” he sighs, “Brush your teeth, you smell like a fucking Brewery” he walks downstairs. I stand there mouth open, the door shuts close, A brewery. I smell like a BREWERY. THOSE WHERE HIS WORDS, I SMELL LIKE A FUCKING BREWERY.