Happily Ever After?

(16)

"Make sure to put a condom on." Zama managed to whisper as Ntando began stripping his clothes off. "What?" That made him halt. "Yebo Ntando. As much as I want you to fuck me, I have to think about mine and my unborn child's health. I don't know where you have been." He laughed in disbelief. "What the fuck Zama?" She shrugged, closed her thighs and sat upright. "Take it however you want to Ntando, at the end of the night when the day has ended, I don't know where your dick has been." He laughed and shook his head. 

"You are unbelievable." She smiled and let out a sigh. "Well then." She clasped her hands on her chest as though she was about to pray, "I guess we aren't having sex. Goodnight." She pulled the covers over her naked body and turned to the side. "It's early in the evening. Feed my child then you can sleep." She was shocked. "Oh! So, you do admit that this is your child?" He didn't say anything. "Please leave, I want to get dressed and eat." He looked at her intensely. "I've just seen you naked." She rolled her eyes. "So?" 

He picked his shirt up and walked to the other side of the room, facing the window. She got out of bed and bent over to pick her dress up. "Shit." She heard him mutter. "What the hell Ntando? Didn't I ask you to turn around?" He didn't answer her, so she began to stand straight. "No! Stay like that please." His voice sounded constricted. "What are you doing?" She turned fully to face him, and he was helping himself. "Argh! Ntando really?" She rolled her eyes, grabbed her dress and went to the bathroom to clean up. 

When she came out, she went straight out of the door and headed for the kitchen. "Hey Chef." She greeted as she picked an apple out from the fruit basket. Chef smiled at the young girl. "I see your nap was good." She nodded and took a bite of her apple to hide her smile. "So, what are we having tonight?" Chef asked Zama who was enjoying the apple too much. "We will not be eating here tonight. I am taking my wife out." Ntando walked into the kitchen and kissed Zama's forehead. "Where are we going?" She was curious.

"You'll see. Just wear something nice but comfortable." She gave him a look. "What does that even mean?" He laughed and grabbed some grapes before walking out. "Things must be going good?" Zama turned to look at the chef. "I guess so. But I will not allow myself to be naive again." Chef nodded in understanding. "Could you please make me a cheese sandwich, I am hungry, and I don't know when we will be leaving." Chef nodded and dropped the onion she was chopping. "Should I make a tomato soup as well?" 

Zama nodded, "yes please. Oh, that would be so nice." She grabbed a pineapple and walked to the other side of the kitchen to grab a knife. "No, no, no. You have kitchen staff for that." Zama smiled but she didn't like the fact that she couldn't slice a simple pineapple all in the name of being royalty. "I know. But come on, it's not like I'll cut myself." Amanda still took the knife and pineapple. "Would you like it to be star shaped or heart shaped?" That made her turn in shock. "What? Can I have it in the normal cylindrical shape." She shook her head and walked out of the kitchen. 

Not even her family was this monied. Having a person who knows how to cut pineapples into stars and hearts? Damn. She pulled her phone from the charger and opened her Instagram. She had been tagged in a post. When she clicked on the notification, it had been her husband in a club somewhere, taking shots from some girl's breasts. She received a message from an anonymous number. "While you're busy being an annoying wife, your man is eating my soul out. Keep being the boring frozen chicken that you are, and I will happily ride our man to heaven and back. Lots of love, S." This angered her, but above all, she felt sad. 

"Hey, our reservation is for 19h30 and it's 17h00 now. I'm going to get ready-Zama, what's wrong?" Ntando was walking into the house from the garden. "I don't feel like going anymore. Take this S of yours." She put her phone in his hands and walked off to her room. She took deep breaths and then sat on her bed and rubbed her belly. She refused to let anything come in between her and meeting her child. "Zama." Ntando stood on the other side of the door, he didn't know whether or not to go in.