Being in Cape Town, even though it was for a few days, was really refreshing. I got to visit some of the best restaurants and the experience was so great. I am a sucker for good food and the experience. I wanted to extend my not so vacation by a few days but I don’t have time for that. I feel like I have been away from my restaurant for a long time and I just need that rush again. Being in the MasterChef kitchen made me miss my own kitchen. What I love about this competition is that if I do win, the money will be coming to my pocket and not Healthy Eats’ pocket. It will be my own money and I can do whatever I want with it. Maybe I will open my own Culinary Academy or do a TV show but I am still thinking about it. Also, I am yet to win, so better not make plans now before anything.
My flight landed at King Shaka airport and I am now on an Uber to Melisizwe’s house. I wanted to see him and maybe spend the night together before going back home. It’s month end and it is Friday. I need to be at HE tomorrow for the rush hours and extra support. I will do any admin work before closing time or Sunday morning. I get to Durban North and thank my driver before ringing the intercom. I guess my man sees me because the gate opens before I can say anything. But he is not waiting for me at the door as always. I walk inside and find him standing near the kitchen door. He is on a call with someone. He looks at me and then he smiles. God. Why did you have to make him so handsome? Now I am blushing because he only smiled at me. To say I am a gone girl would be the understatement of the decade.
“Okay. So, on estimation, when will the apartments be ready? We can’t keep postponing the opening?” He nods. “Mmm. Okay. Let them do the inspection and I expect feedback before next week Friday. We need to get these apartments up and running before the year ends. We will talk later. Sharp.” He hangs up and I slowly make my way to him.
“Sawubona muntu wami. (Good evening, my person.)” I greet him and he chuckles.
“Sawubona Ntokazi.” I reach him and he wraps his arms around me. We share a kiss and it feels like home. I admit. I am a goner. And I am glad I gave him a chance. Imagine not experiencing this kind of love because I fear what people will say? “Manje, you dressed up like this only to see me?” He asks after breaking the kiss and I giggle.
“Yebo Mnguni. I wanted to look good for you.” I step back and do a mini twirl. He laughs.
“You will get arrested for making an old man like me blush.” I laugh and take his hand as he leads us to the bedroom.
“Where are the kids?” I don’t want to bump into them and hopefully his sister has taken them somewhere to spoil them. That lady has a lot of money and she doesn’t know what to do with it. She actually bought Zama a 2020 Abarth 124 spider Turismo. Imagine. I saw her post on Instagram celebrating the car. She fetched it the day before yesterday. Honestly, I want to be that type of rich auntie when I grow up.
“My sister took them to this new place in Toti and I think they will be back tomorrow.” I place my bag on the couch and go lay on the bed. “Now my curiosity level has just skyrocketed. Are you going to tell me how the interview went?” He comes and lays next to me.
I legit withheld all information about it. I just wanted to tell him everything in person. “So, when I got there, Natasha led me to a boardroom where I did my interview. Listen baby, there were celebrity chefs there including Chef Siba from Siba’s table. But I did not go all fan girl on them. Then they sent me to the kitchen and asked me to do a three-course meal for them in two hours. Babe, I was in the MasterChef kitchen and it was so beautiful. So heavenly. Just pure perfection. Every tool you can possibly need in the kitchen was there, at my disposal. Then I started cooking. I wasn’t worried about time because I know myself. I can multitask and manage to be quick while doing it. They loved everything I prepared. If we were somewhere else, I am pretty sure they would have asked for seconds. But at the end of the day, they loved me and now baby, you are looking at the newest cast member of MasterChef South Africa.”
I announce and he takes his time just looking at me and then gives me the most romantic hug ever. “Sthandwa, that’s amazing. I am so proud of you. This is such a great opportunity and this is going to open so many doors for you. You did this. Only you alone. Your talent, passion and dedication brought you here, and even though I haven’t known you for that long, I am so glad to be in your life and witness this. You truly are phenomenal, Dali wami.”
His words are so beautiful. I even find myself tearing up. God. This man loves me so much and nothing boosts an independent woman’s ego than a man who cheers on her and is never intimidated by her success. This right here, is every independent woman’s dream.
“Thank you, Qwabe wami. Angithi you will go with me in Cape Town when the competition starts?” I ask, giving him puppy eyes and he smiles at me.
“Luckily, I already have a house that side, so I don’t mind accompanying you and being there for moral support. Anything for my baby. Now, did you do anything interesting after the interview?” he asks and I start telling him about all the exploring I did.
I even tell him about the guys who asked me out and he just laughs. As much as the sex is nice with him, these conversations right here, bonding sessions and being each other’s best friends, that is the most important part of our relationship and I hope we don’t lose this element. This level of transparency is all we women ever want. Somehow, in between our laughs, I end up underneath him with him eating me out like nobody’s business and me moaning so loudly and waking up the ancestors.
“OMG!” A scream startles us both and our eyes go straight to the door where Zama is standing with Mbulelo. Holy fuck. Melisizwe quickly gets up from the bed and covers me. I am just frozen in time. What the fuck? What the hell am I going to say to Mbulelo? Did he have to catch us in such a bad position?
“Wow.” That’s all he says before turning and running away.
“Son, wait.” Melisizwe pleads as he follows him out. I am left with a still shocked Zama at the door.
“This is… wow.” She stutters before also walking away.
Fuck. I am in deep shit. This is not how I wanted them to find out. We could have explained everything to them in a peaceful matter. But then this happened. I saw the look on Mbulelo’s face. I don’t think he will forgive me. Not anytime soon. I hear Melisizwe’s shouts downstairs before I hear car tires screeching and a car driving off too fast. I snap out of my shock and run downstairs. I find standing with his hands on his head.
“Fuck. He is not supposed to drive while this angry. Something bad might happen to him.” He curses more before turning around. When he sees me, he sighs. I can see that he is really worried about his son. “Baby, let me get him and bring him back home. Then we will talk later.” He jogs to the garage and also drives out soon in a high speed.
“Who are you?” a little voice from behind me asks. I turn to see Melisizwe’s lastborn. Fuck me.
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Unhinged Love
Romance"I have never felt love like this before. So wrong yet feels so damn good. I must be going insane. That's the only explanation." Hlengiwe is a cool calm and collected lady but her world is about to be turned upside down when a man crushes into her l...
