Oyama: Her Story

CHAPTER 9

I open my eyes, from what I thought was a dream. When I look at the sheets and how I’m naked, as well as the trail of Water coming out of the bathroom. I know what we did wasn’t just in my head, he had me in his arms, he was able to carry me from the shower to our bed, when my legs weren’t working properly because of him. I can’t but smile, that was the first time a man has ever made finished. I look to my side, he’s not in bed, I guess the romance can’t continue forever. I look at the time and now it’s time to let life take its course. I take a shower. Then put on my Black scrubs, feeling good, very demure, I put on my White Reeboks. I grab my phone then look at the bed, someone is gonna have to make this. I make the bed, then walk out. The house smells, I guess he was just downstairs making breakfast, while deep down I was thinking he’s like those men who pretend like nothing happened after having sex. I walk downstairs slowly. I actually don’t know how to look at him if I’m being honest. I peek around the corner and he’s wearing an Apron, a White shirt with its sleeves rolled up and black slacks, with glossy Black oxfords, “You can come out you know” he says. how did he… I walk out and walk towards him, “What are we having?”
“Scotched eggs and Blueberry Muffins” he says taking off the apron.
I head to the living room and sit on the couch. He walks behind me and sit’s the plate next to me, he stands up again and places a jag of juice down and 2 glasses, “It’s a fruit cocktail, there’s apple juice if you want” he says.
“No it’s perfect” I say, then kiss him, “What time you coming back?”
“Should be back at around 4” he says, “Why?”
“I forgot to tell you that I’m working nightshift tomorrow soooo….”
“Ahhh, ok no problem” he says.
He finishes his Breakfast in a hurry, and kisses my cheek.
“I need to go” he says, I nod, “Car keys are right on the counter, please don’t crash my car, I beg” he says hand together walking to the door.
“I won’t, I can’t promise though”
He looks back, “See you later” he winks and walks out.

I finish eating and place my plate in the dishwasher. I grab the keys off the counter and, grab my handbag and head to garage. OK, Oyama, it’s just a car, A Million-rand car, but a car nonetheless, powerful engine but a car still. I walk up to the car and unlock it, I step in and sit my handbag down. OK, indicator here, hand brake here, There’s the Start button. Brake, push to start. It immediately booms, the garage goes up and start reversing, well this isn’t bad at all. I start driving on the driveway and reach the main street and immediately it jets off when I step a bit too much. This is fun, I start speeding on the freeway, I’m not late, but how often do you get to drive a V12 engine.

I drive up to the Hospital gate, I make the curb. I hear a, ‘gggghhhhh’ sound, eish it might not be that bad. The security asks me to roll down my window, I do so.
“Molo Dr. Mtyhobile, uxolo bendingayazi lemoto”(Morning Dr. Mtyhobile, sorry I didn’t recognize the car) he says.
“I should be apologizing” I say.
“It’s not scratched by the way” he says and the boom gate goes up. I pull slowly into the parking lot and park at my parking where I find Xolani standing arms folded and amazed by the car. I unbuckle my seat belt and step out, “Hey you” I say.
“Don’t say hey you me, where you from? Whose car is this?” he says.
“I slept at a friend’s house, sorry, this is the friend’s car” I say.
“Does the friend have a gender?” he asks.
I just look at him, “Unbelievable” he mummers as he walks away.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t tell you” I say.
“You know, I waited for you at your house until 2am” he says.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, but I also didn’t have a choice” I say.
“What did they kidnap you?” he asks.
“No, eish it’s complicated” he shakes his head and walks off, “Xolani please” he continues walking. Hai ke? I walk into the hospital and it’s busier than ever, “Mholoweni” I greet as I walk around.
“Molo” they all reply.
As the day progresses, I find myself lost in the routine—checking on patients, meeting my patients who have appointments, and collaborating with colleagues. There’s something comforting about the predictability of it all, the way each task requires my full attention, leaving little room for anything else. It’s only during a brief lull in the afternoon that my mind drifts back to the morning. The way Qhawe looked at me, the way he touched me, the way he made me feel. It was more than just physical—it was intimate, deeply personal. A warmth spreads through me at the thought, and I have to remind myself to focus on the task at hand. I haven’t even talked to Xolani, he’s been ignoring me the whole day. Worst part is tomorrow we have the nightshift together.