Oyama: Her Story

CHAPTER 7

The following day, I wake and he’s not in bed. It’s 10am. A proper 7 hours that’s all I needed, I look to my side and he’s not there. I thought he would be different. Seems like he’s just like the rest, what is that smell though. I gently walk out the room, I walk down the stairs. The smell is getting stronger, from where I’m standing on the stairs. I can see him in the kitchen, he’s cooking. I walk down and walk past a long dining table looks like it seats about 18 people.
I walk into the kitchen, “Good morning” I say hands together.
He looks back, “No kiss, going with that Good Morning” he says smiling.
“Hai!” I exclaim, he laughs, his laugh is so cute, “You know how to cook?”
“Of course” he says with a sense of Pride, as he should, a man should always know how to cook. Looks like he made an array of dishes, “I made, Egg Curry and Spinach wrap, if you don’t like that, I also made stuffed Croissant and now I’m making Scotch eggs” he says moving around. “What are you a chef?” I ask sarcastically. He points his knife at something, I look over, there’s pictures on the wall. It’s a Degree, 2 actually one is a Masters and the other is a Bachelors degree. OH MY GOD.
Is that Gordon Ramsey with him holding knives, arms folded and there’s another chef too, “Is this Gordon Ramsey?”
“Yes” he replies still at the stove.
“And who is this?” I ask.
He looks over, “That’s Alain Ducasse, I did an Internship at his restaurant in France” he says. “You have been to France?” I ask walking towards him.
“Yes, I have been all over the world” he says.
“What are you 100, wait are you a Vampire you don’t look 100?” I ask.
He laughs, “Are trying to figure out my age?” he asks.
I nod, he laughs again, “So how old are you?” I ask.
“I’m 29” he says, “Do you know how to cook?”
“I dabble a bit, have you had Umngqusho and Hardbody, because I make the best Umngqusho and Hardbody” I say.
He stops, and looks at me, “You ever cook Umngqusho for me, I will leave you”
“Ahh” I exclaim and he laughs.
I hear jingling and cluttering, BARK! BARK! BARK!, it’s a dog, a Bulldog to be specific, crazy how I only see it now, it has brown spots.
“You have a dog?” I ask.
“Yeah, this is Max,” he says, “Max go say Hello to you mother.” It walks up to and claws my leg, “Yes hello” I say.
“He doesn’t Bite” he assures me. I find that hard to believe, but he does look like a lazy dog. He didn’t even wake up last night when we came home. His HOUSE, HIS HOUSE, my house in in PE. He grabs the tray of food and starts walking outside, puts the food down and pulls out a seat, then nods down.
“I need to brush my teeth” I say. He nods, I head upstairs. Dammit forgot my toothbrush, downstairs, I go back down and head back up again, he’s nowhere to be found, that’s cool.

I walk back downstairs when I’m done brushing my teeth and he’s sitting on the balcony. I walk up and he walks up to me, and kisses me. He pulls out a chair, I sit and he sits across from me. “Go ahead” he says, it all looks good, I don’t know where to start, “Don’t worry ayikho ibeka mina ngedwa” he smiles. I burst out laughing, and nod. “The Wrap may be a bit spicy so beware” he warns. I try the Croissant first bite and it just melts in my mouth. MMMMMHHHHHH. He smiles as I eat some more, I have eaten 2 of them, now I’m trying the wrap. It’s a bit spicy but nothing too strong, it’s a silent spice, it just sneaks up on you then it’s gone.
Haike sana lomfana, he really knows his stuff, “This is so delicious” I say mouthful.
He smiles at me, “I told you, 2 things I don’t play about, Number 1 is food and Number 2…” 
“Is me” I say head down, he nods, “He came…In the middle of the night while me and Xolani, where coming back from work” I say. His face is emotionless, “I found him in my house just waiting for me, when I felt something was wrong, we ran and he chased after us” his face is clenching, he’s frowning too, the table starts shaking a bit then stops.
“Eat before your food gets cold”.
“I have eaten too much” I say.
He moves and sit’s next to me, “I would rather have you, fat then skinny and not eating” he says.
“It’s not in the calorie plan” I say.
“Well, I’m a chef so I think I would know how many calories are in my meals” he says and kisses my forehead.
“Maybe I will try this round thing, what is it called?” I ask.
“Scotch egg” he replies. I cut it open and taste. I start smacking his arm, “Good?” he asks.
“We need to have these at every Breakfast”.