CHAPTER 74

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Ignorance is bliss, they say. Shoving your problems at the back of your mind hoping that they would somehow resolve themselves seems like an easy way out, most of the time. But that is not the case. However, the biggest event of my life is happening in a week and I cannot afford to be distracted by anything, even a trip down memory lane. The monster under my bed does not get to show up and ruin all my life’s work in one single encounter with one single word uttered. Not in this life time. Maybe Lungiswa Vilane might have let that encounter ruin her life but not Hlengiwe Mabuyakhulu. That identity was built solely as an impenetrable armour and no one is going to de-armour it. Especially not the devil it was tailor-made for.

The past three weeks have been sort of nice. I have spent more nights in our Richards Bay headquarters than in our home. That house was bought and modified solely for business purposes and it has a state-of-the-art kitchen. We even broke down a wall that separates the kitchen and the dining room just so we can have one huge kitchen with enough space to move around. I haven’t been at the restaurant a lot lately and that is because I have been at our HQ preparing for MasterChef. It has been a lot of fun but my body is spent. I have been on my feet for longer hours of the day trying to master as much dishes as I can with unique ingredients. I have made a lot of new dishes while preparing for the show and my team approved all of them. They even said we will add some to our menu but I am thinking we should add them to the Empangeni menu for when we open the restaurant so that people will experience a new world of Healthy Eats and a twist of the old.

Melisizwe has finally forced me to rest. He first sent me R5000 just to go to a spa and when I thanked him but did not go to a spa, he threatened to send more money after every five hours until I rest. That was after he sent R10 000 on top. That man has a lot of money to waste. Anyways, I agreeing to going to the spa to unwind because my body, mind and soul is tired and I don’t think I can learn any more dishes. At some point, too much information is never good because it can possibly lead to a blackout. Imagine learning all those new dishes only to forget how to season a meat in front of the camera. Yes, that is highly possible.

I first had to start at Melomed to visit my doctor because in as much as I have been pushing myself, my ankle has been pushing back harder and taking care of it is the best decision for everyone. Melisizwe asked about it but I brushed him off. I actually lied to him for the first time and I really felt bad. But I didn’t want to worry him. he is currently in Polokwane for some business-related matter and I don’t want him to fly back early just because his girlfriend is not feeling well.

“The doctor will see you now, Miss Mabuyakhulu.” The receptionist informs me and I smile at her before standing up and heading inside Dr. Mniki’s ward. He smiles when he sees me.
“Miss Mabuyakhulu. How are we feeling today?” he asks and I proceed to tell him, also mentioning what I have been doing for the past month, not leaving any detail out. He nods and writes a few notes on my file. “We will just do a quick examination of the ankle and I will prescribe some mild medication that will help you but won’t leave you feeling tired and drowsy. You don’t need that while preparing for such an important event of your life.”

I smile at him. “Thank you, doctor.”

He examines my ankle and then tells me I should take it easy. He also writes down the prescription and schedules the next appointment. Yes, he also thinks I haven’t been taking extra care of myself as someone with a vital injury. He also informs me to buy this sock that applies just the right amount of pressure on my ankle while providing heat and comfort. He tells me that I should wear it for the whole of this week while I rest so that my ankle will be good as new next week. I thank him and then head out.

When I get to the reception area downstairs, I remember that I haven’t seen a gynaecologist in forever and I decide to just pop in since I am already at the hospital. We don’t want no strangers camping in my belly. Not now, Shwele. I would die. I ask for directions from the receptionist and she tells me. I get on the elevator heading up. when I get to the gynae’s office, luckily I find only two ladies waiting. I fill out a form and wait for my turn.

While waiting, Mnguni tells me he is going to lunch with his business associates and he will call me later. This man’s communication skills are on another level. Like sir. It makes me feel guilty for hiding things from him but it is for his own good. That man is drunk in love. He is literally the type of man to leave a meeting just because I told him I hit my elbow on a piece of furniture. His love can be overbearing but I prefer him over a non-challant cheating man. That one can miss me. The receptionist tells me it’s my turn and I thank her before heading inside the gynae’s office.

“Good morning, Miss Mabuyakhulu. How can I be of assistance today?” I greet back and then proceed to tell her the reason why I am here. She nods and writes things down on the file in front of her. “We will firstly do a standard procedure pregnancy test and we will go ahead with your other request.” I nod.

She tells me to go pee on a cup and I do that before coming back to her office. She does the test and luckily, thank the heavens, it comes out negative. I wouldn’t have been surprised if it came out positive with the amount of sex I had with Mnguni. Date older men, they said. One would think their sex drive is low. Well not the Mzimela stallion. Like how did his ex-wife fumble that? Imagine having a man that is good in everything? Like what more do you want? But I think I would also go crazy if he were to wake up one day and tell me he has fallen out of love with me. I wouldn’t go on a trip. I would kill him and then myself after. I’m kidding.

The doctor does a pap-smear examination, something I will never get comfortable of doing. It is literally one of the weirdest things ever. I wanted to schedule it for another day but the doctor said she doesn’t mind doing it today since she is free. She then proceeds to remove the implant and advises me on what to do and gives me a date on when to come back for a contraceptive appointment. I thank her when we are done and then head down to the pharmacy. I give the pharmacist my prescription letters and the price of medication will make your faint. Luckily I have a spare R15 000 in my account. So, it doesn’t hurt as much. While they are packing my meds, Mnguni decides to video call me. Ow shit. I answer it but before I speak, the pharmacist asks,

“Miss Mabuyakhulu, would you like the ankle stabilizer brace or the ultra-wrap lace ankle support? Most of Dr Mniki’s patients chose the ultra-wrap but it is very costly and the ankle stabilizer is a much more affordable choice.” Fuck me.

“Ntokazi, where are you?” Mnguni asks right away and I smile at the screen before looking at the pharmacist.
“The ultra wrap will do.” I googled it after Mniki told me about it and I am happy to go with it. The pharmacist nods before she proceeds with what she is doing.

“Hlengiwe, I won’t ask again.” Mnguni calls out to me and I sigh.
“Can I please call you in a few minutes after I am done here? I will explain everything.” The universe sucks. Can’t a girl get away with one simple white lie? Now I know I can’t lie to him after this because he will see right through me. He doesn’t respond, instead, he hangs up and I sigh. He is pissed without even hearing the full story. How much more will he be pissed if he hears it?

“That will be R5038,75, Miss Mabuyakhulu.” The pharmacist informs me. Hebana. Are we curing HIV with these meds? Private hospital pharmacies will kill you shame. Aowa. Anyways, I pay phela ngoba sothini but this is daylight robbery at its best. What the hell? What the helly?

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