Beholder

Chapter 7

BEHOLDER.
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CHAPTER 7.
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NOKWANDA.
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I woke up the next morning with so much happiness within me and it seemed like the world was reciprocating my happiness because damn the street seemed clean,the birds were chirping and birds stopped chirping when I was a little girl but today they were chriping and the flowers seemed to bloom okay I am lying on the flower part,anybody that knows the street of Durban knows that there is no flowers in Durban but everything else was exactly how I had described it.

“You look happy,” Thabo teased, noticing the spring in my step and the grin on my face.
“Uhm, I had a great night,” I said, a warmth spreading through me as I remembered how Jason had made me feel.

"Weren’t you on the verge of a mental breakdown over your ex-boyfriend’s wedding?” he asked, and I immediately scowled.
“Wow, you just had to bring that up, huh?” I said, sitting at my desk.

"Shoot I am sorry Kwando." I shook my head placing my phone on the desk. I kept on looking at it hoping for a text from Jason. I mean after we shared that intimate kiss We hung out after that, watching movies and acting like we were together. It was easy, natural. Like we fit together perfectly. But when I woke up this morning, he was gone.
I stared at my phone, willing it to ring or vibrate. Nothing.
Maybe he’d changed his mind. Maybe he’d thought better of it. Or maybe I’d scared him off.

You’re not forgiven,” I snapped. “I’d finally forgotten about the heartbreak for a few hours, and you just had to go and bring it up again. I wasn’t good enough for Vusi, and now all those feeling have come rushing back because of you.”

Thabo looked genuinely remorseful. “I’m so sorry, Kwando.”
"Kwando." He tried to fix what he has done but I shook my head because I didn't want to him saying more sorries. I just want to try and forget about Vusi and try and think about what the future could possibly hold for me.

“I’ll buy lunch.” He tried again, and I continued to ignore him.
“For the whole week.” He continued, his voice pleading.
“For the whole month.” A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, and I turned to him. “You’re forgiven.”
Thabo grinned. “I knew food would win you over.”

"Damn you drive a hard bargain." He sighed but I just laughed at him. "So I've been told." He laughed now leaning on my desk. "You wanna tell me what has you so happy today?" He curiously asked and the smile formed on my lips when I thought how perfect Jason's lips fitted with mine. It was like he was made to kiss only my lips. How could I feel like that for him when I was going through such a painful break.

Note to self: Y'all broke up a year ago. You're just going through anything but a break up at this moment.

I swear I wanted to roll my eyes when I thought how right my mind was but one thing my mind doesn't understand that we were going to eventually get back together if that bitch Sbahle hadn't trapped him into proposing to her.

Thabo snapped his fingers in my face. “Hello?”
I blinked, returning to reality. “Sorry, I zoned out again.”
“Why do you always do that?” he asked, concerned.
“It’s a mental disorder,” I deadpanned.
Thabo laughed, squinting his eyes at me. “Yeah, right.”

“I mean, Google diagnosed me,” I said, feigning seriousness. “It must exist.”
Thabo chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re something else, Kwando. Don’t know what Vusi was thinking when he let you go.” The smile he gave me possessed some flirting which had me nodding awkwardly.

“Thanks,” I said, my cheeks flushing. I always felt awkward when other guys flirted with me, even though Vusi had clearly moved on.
“I’m just saying,” Thabo continued, “you’re smart, funny, and beautiful. You’re a catch.”
I averted my gaze, a lump forming in my throat.