Ntandwenhle : If Only Yesterday Was Tomorrow

CHAPTER 5

"Want water?" he asked with a smile on his face. I nodded and looked away. He disappeared to his bathroom and walked in with a warm towel and wiped me clean. He threw it on the floor and brought me close to him. He kissed my forehead and walked out. My body smiled. I stood up and made my way to his closet. I wanted something to cover me up. There were female clothes there. I stood in shock until I heard him mumbling something in the bedroom. I walked back, still confused and he handed the glass of water to me. I gulped that glass and sighed.

"Didn't I tell you you'll beg for Dlabazane," he said pointing at him with his head. I laughed.

"Come here," he said pulling me to him. I wanted to ask him about the clothes but didn't. He stared into my eyes and smiled. He separated my legs and before I knew it, he was in. I was wet. Don't ask me how, I also have no idea. Blame it on his touch.

"Hey," he said on top of me. I opened my eyes to a naked Ndumiso in between my legs. I placed my hands on my eyes and he chuckled.

"Where's the feisty you?" he asked removing them from my face. "You're going to have to look at me," he said smashing his lips on my mouth. "But I haven't-"

We had another session of love making. He pulled me close to him and kissed my forehead. "I love you MkaNdumiso," he said. Must've been his dick talking ...

"Babe, you have 10 missed calls," he said placing my phone on the bed. I shook myself for a while until I gained the courage to wake up.

"Mmmh?" I said after opening my eyes.

"You have 10 missed calls," he repeated. I took the phone. I looked at the screen and they were from the hospital. My mind ran wild. 10 missed calls from a hospital wouldn't mean good news. NEVER! If it were, 3 would be enough. And as my colleagues, they would've just sent a text to me and not flood my phone with those scary numerous missed calls! I breathed in, I had to compose myself. I was scared.

"For goodness's sake Ntandwenhle call your damn husband," roared Ndumiso next to me. I raised my eyebrow and gave him that 'huh' look.

"Call your husband! And while you're at it, put him on speaker," he said pointing his fingers at me. I called the hospital, not because he DEMANDED me to but because my family was in there. I was worried sick about them. It rang unanswered.

"So you called the wrong number on purpose?" he asked. I looked at him still confused and then dialled Pretty.

"She finally decided to get back to us?" she said immediately after answering the phone. She sounded in bed. I looked at the time and it was 04h00. I felt sorry for her.

I looked over at Ndumiso who had his hands in his pockets and shook my head. "You know why I called. Stop beating about bush and tell me what these calls are for," I replied needlessly impolite.

"Your husband's state got worse yesterday. They had to put him on life support,'' she said and paused. "And ... whew," she sighed. I felt a lump on my throat. "And with you knowing the regulations of the hospital, you have to uhm ...," she said and paused again. "This is hard for me too Mrs Mazibuko," she continued. I felt my knees getting weaker and weaker. "Morgan asked me to tell you to come over so he can go over the papers with you, but you weren't answering so you can come over today," she said and hung up.

I know I hate him. Mlungisi that is ... but it was still too early for him to die. What about his children? The pain he had caused me? Wasn't God going to punish him? I felt alone. Like part of me had been taken. How am I going to live with Sthembiso after this? This will just make matters between us worse. I saw Ndumiso walking towards me. He pulled me to the bed and placed my head on his chest. That's when I cried.