LESEGO: HER TRAP

Chapter 24

KGOMOTSO

He's the last person I expected to see. In the end, I called a tow truck to get both of our cars fixed. It costed a total of four hundred thousand rand. But then again, R400k in this family is probably like R40. I don't know where Simphiwe is in this building and I don't want to see him. Not that I hate him or anything, but it's just too awkward.
Crashing into an ex after not seeing them for a long time is the last thing someone would want in this life. It's just too awkward. I say sorry and then what? We move go back to being strangers after that?

Just then, I see Felicia rushing in. I won't blame her for being angry at me. I'm the one who crashed her Range Rover, but the first thing she asks is if I'm okay. She's not angry about the car? I don't think she is. She can easily just buy another one mos.
Okay woah, Kgomotso. That is kinda insensitive.

After a while, our cars are ready to go. His is parked right next to me. It's an Audi RS7. His kind of cars, I can still remember.

He walks closer. He looks the same as the last time I saw him at church. Skinnier than before. It still scares me. He's dressed in jeans, a black hoodie and a jacket and a black beanie and Air Jordans, the current shoe everyone is going over. I don't get the hype about it, but okay, I guess it's the it shoe of 2016 then.
He still dresses in hoodies and beanies?
I guess some things never change.
But he looks smart, not like the typical pastor you'd see on a regular day.

Simphiwe: "Hey."

Kgomotso: "Listen, I'm sorry about what happened today."

Simphiwe: "No, it's okay."

It gets awkward, very quickly. I still feel guilty. I feel guilty until notice the ring.
Heeee! Clap once! Imagine being cheated on after six years of dating and he moves on to marry the same woman he cheated. Mihlolo! I don't think I can get over this. Ebile, I'm better off with Lesego. Actually, I don't even feel guilty anymore. I've paid the price mos, so I can go now.

Simphiwe: "I hope you don't mind me asking, but what are you doing here in Mpumalanga? You're not living here, are you?"

No actually, o kae Felicia?

Kgomotso: "And what is that supposed to mean? What, you think I'm some crazy, bitter ex that's following you?"

Simphiwe: "No, that's not what I mean baba-- I mean, Motso."

That tone... that tone. That soft and gentle tone. That tone he used to talk to me with before Mbuyiseni, Lindiwe's father's death. He used to speak to me like that when I was angry, before his habits changed and Lindiwe came into the picture.
Baba.
He never called me love, sweetheart, babe not baby. It was always baba.
The fact that he called me that after such a long time...

Sigh. I have to leave, it's too awkward for me.
He pauses and first mutters before he speaks.

Simphiwe: "I'm sorry. I have to go."

He rushes into the car and leaves, just in time before Felicia arrives after talking to the guy that dealt with the cars.

Felicia: "I'm driving this time. You don't seem okay."

Thank goodness.

Felicia: "I hope the pizza is still okay."

Really Felicia? That's the only thing you can think about right now?

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It's Lebone and I in the lapa with the fire burning in the fireplace. I've just had my second wine glass for the night. Ever since I got here that's what I've been doing; waking up, cooking, eating, chatting to Lebone and drinking. Today I had about 4 glasses in total.
No, I'm not an alcoholic. It's just... it's a lot. What's happening is a lot. This family is a lot.
I sound like them, don't I? I sound like those alcoholics that justify themselves.