We sit in the car for a good 30 minutes without speaking. My mind is racing, I don't know what to believe or say. I don't know whether I'm angry, sad or relieved. My husband just killed an innocent child to protect me and mine, how is one supposed to feel after that ordeal? He adjusts his seat and inserts the key in the keyhole, still not saying a thing to me; and drives us home. My car is parked inside the gate, mah got home safely,
God is great! one less thing to worry about.
I walk in the house with this man following behind me, he unlocks the door and we walk into the kitchen. I take a seat to catch a breath and he heads to the sink to get me a glass of water. He hands it to me and I take it. I take my first sip and I look up at him
"Who was that bitch?"-Me
I know, out of everything I could ask, this is all I could come up with. I can't help it, why was there a file filled with pictures of him and that ugly bitch.
He doesn't budge, just turns around and attempts to walk away, I throw the glass on the floor and he turns to face me again
"I said..."-I begin
"Fuck Bonga I heard what you said! What did I tell you about wondering off? You are a Prime Ministers wife for goodness sake! Are you crazy? You could have died!"-Him
"Oh shut up!"I scorf
"I can do whatever I want, I'm a grown ass woman. I can do whatever the fuck I want"-I continue
Then he does something I was never ready for. He slaps me.
This man, after everything he put me through today, he decides to slap me.
"You will not speak to me like that"-He says, now pointing his index finger at me.
"Or what? You'll hit me again? Mandla you can slap me all you want but there is no amount of pain that will overshadow what you've already done to me. You lied to me, you liar. Who was that bitch, answer me dammit"- I yell, screaming behind him as he makes his way to our bedroom, something I soon regretted when I realised he can kill me if he wanted to in there. Our bedrooms soundproof and even if he attempted to, my mum wouldn't hear a thing upstairs.
"I am not dealing with this"- He says as he locks himself in the bathroom.
"Fucking coward. Uzophuma lapho! You hear me? You will come out of there. You don't live there. I will kill you before I allow you to disrespect me again"- I continuosly yell until I hear a voice from the baby monitor at the side of my bed, Oh shit! I should have turned that thing off already.
"Nokubonga, come out of that room now. Who do you think is taking care of your child? Come here now!"- Mah sternly says.
Oh my God, who have I become? Who has this man turned me into. I bury my head in my hands then I cry
"Okay, I'll come down"- Mah continues
She comes in with my child in her arms, she looks like she just got up from a deep sleep and starts crying as soon as mah hands her to me. She must feel our energies.
"Mkhwenyana! come out of that toilet, are you five? Hiding in your own bathroom like a child, hay nonsense man"- Mah shouts.
Mandla comes out with his tale between his legs and sits next to me on our bed.
"Look I have my own marriage to worry about so I won't tell you how to run yours, however hurting each other just to prove a point will do nothing but tear your family a part. You have a child now and you are both successful. Do you know how blessed you are? Others only dream of what you two have but you overshadow it with conflict. What happened today was unfortunate and I don't really want to know the half of it, all I know is that my children survived. All three of you are alive. You can worry about the finer details later. Right now, just appreciate what you have. Some people are not lucky enough to see this"- She finishes then walks off.
"She's right you know"-Mandla
Wow! It speaks
I just stare at him, betrayal written all over my eyes. How could he?
He takes Nompumelelo and hurdles her. He knows I won't hurt my child so he is using her as a shield.
"She's my ex Bonga, I should have told you. I'm sorry"- He lets out.
"Why didn't you?"-Me
"I was afraid I was going to lose you"- Him
"Did you kill her child?"-Me
"No she pulled the trigger on both him and her, I don't know why she chose to end both of their lives. It wasn't my intent for anyone to die"- Him
"And the file?"-Me
"She's my ex Bonga. We hung out a couple of times and she would gatcrash my meetings with the guys hence was apart of them. I had no idea she took all of those pictures, I was as shocked as you are but that was as far as it went. I didn't even initiate sleeping with her. I've never loved her. You know I may be alot of things but I am not a liar. Nothing real happened between us"- he murmurs
I've never known Mandla to lie so I choose to believe him but I'm still mad at him, why didn't he tell me this all along. Nompumelelo falls asleep in his arms and I lie on our bed, I check my phone to find over 30000 notifications. I check my social media accounts to see what the fuss is about. Oh my! I had forgotten, It was Masthandiles wedding this morning. Her dress looks impeccable and so are the pictures of the reception. I wish I could have made it. You know I heard everything that mah said and I agree to a certain degree, however, living a life with no freedom to do whatever you like is no blessing. Yes there are the perks but they too come at a price. I am married to a gangster in a suit that slapped me for being angry at him for lying to me. How is that a blessing?
I close my eyes to escape from my reality when I feel him tugging in to me
"Mandla...not now"-I murmur
"Please my love"- He mutters
I let him in.
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