Zamageda his heart

chapter 22

'Zama, uzowvula lomnyango or what?' Chuck Norris screams behind the door. I need him to let me cry and vomit my guts out. A few moments pass, and the door flies open. He crouches next to me, concern etched on his face. 'Should I get you water?' he asks sincerely. I don't bother nodding, i just gaze at him. This wouldn't be happening if he had pulled out or used a condom like everyone else. I take a shower, ignoring his presence. When I return, he hands me a paper bag. 'I got these for you earlier.' I nod, getting dressed in the long, shapeless green dress he bought. I glance in the mirror and i look horrible, not to mention the hickeys trailing my neck. I look at him, and he tries to kiss my neck, but I'm not having it. 'Kwenzenjani manje?' he asks, concerned.

'Ngicela ungiyeke,' I dismiss him, walking to the bed and reaching for my phone. He takes the opportunity to grab my waist. 'Khuluma nami mama.' He probably wants to fuck me like a hoe again, and I'm not in the mood. 'Ngicela ungiyeke,' I plead. 'Okay, ngizokyeka after dinner, woza,' he says, pulling me towards him and placing my head on his chest. He smells like home, and I don't want to let go. He pulls back, but I hold him tighter. 'Wena futhi,' he chuckles, his voice laced with sarcasm. He leads me downstairs to the dinner table, where Thando greets me with an excited hug. I'm aware of the bet between her and her twin about the baby's appearance and gender, and Thando's been showering me with attention, convinced the baby will be a carbon copy of her. 'Sanbonani,' I say, taking my seat between Zipho and Makhumalo. Makhumalo's gentle brush on my back is comforting, and I sense she's aware of the turmoil I'm going through. Her subtle show of support is a balm to my frazzled emotions. As we begin dinner, I feel a sense of unease, knowing that the conversation about my situation is inevitable.

'The walls aren't soundproof, sisi,' Kagcaba snickers, and shame washes over me as the brothers burst into laughter. Makhumalo swiftly comes to my defence, her tone stern and firm, 'Let the child be, Nonsindiso.' She pauses, her eyes scanning the room. 'She is making us uncomfortable in our home,' she continues, 'but you're making her uncomfortable too. This is also her home.'Smanga's sharp cut silences the table, and I sense the tension. I've noticed that Makhumalo, Nonkanyiso, and Lusanda don't particularly like me, despite not knowing me well. It's clear they're team Pearl, and are set on making me feel like an outsider in this family.

'Makoti, sikhulumile no mamncane wakho la ukuthi nigeze ngey26 ukuze ngeweekend elandelayo sizoletha izimfanelo zikayihlo,' Smanga announces, catching me off guard. I thought they'd allow me to grieve before moving forward with the wedding. 'Umembeso siwenze ngoMarch, uyobe usudlulile u 3 months wenzilo,' Nkosi adds, and Zipho nods in agreement.I'm astonished, still needing to discuss this with Nyezi, the deputy parent, whose approval matters most. The rest of dinner passes, and I help Xoli and Hlobisile with the dishes, chatting until Lusanda joins us, making me uncomfortable with her heavy aura.

'Are you guys leaving today?' Hlobisile asks, saddened. 'Yebo, yes,' Xoli responds excitedly. 'I also want to wake up by the beach, sisi,' Hlobi begs, but I know her brothers won't allow it with the moans and groans echoing through that house. 'Well, too bad, my sweetheart,' I tease. 'Niyaphi size nathi?' Lusanda asks. 'Our holiday beach house with our partners,' Xoli responds. 'Haw, why didn't you guys tell me and Nonkanyiso?' Lusanda asks again. 'The guys arranged it, happens when you're your husband's peace,' Ntsika says, walking in and making the interaction worse, so I excuse myself.

As we drive back from Plantations to Salt Rock, the scenery blurs in a haze, but Xoli's lively chatter keeps me engaged. I've been meaning to ask her about Ntsika's comment, but it slips my mind. I've noticed that the trio isn't everyone's cup of tea in the house, and even their husbands seem distant. When we arrive, I bid Xoli goodnight, kissing her cheeks. "You better wake up in a better mood, ke dhiye," she says, giving me puppy eyes. I giggle and head to my room. As I settle into bed after a refreshing shower, Zipho walks in, his eyes locking onto mine. "Nhliziyo yam," he greets, capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. But as he deepens the kiss, I pull back, my heart racing. I'm not ready for this, not after how he disregarded my boundaries earlier. The memory of his rough touch still lingers, a trigger I thought i had worked through. His eyes search mine, trying to read me, but I turn away, my mind reeling with the day's events. 'baby' he calls out, The tenderness in his voice, the love in his eyes, it's all so conflicting. I feel torn between my desire for him and my need to erase my trauma.