Not Your Typical Fairytale (Complete)

Chapter 9

I walked into the lounge, and he was sitting on the single couch while my grandparents shared the double couch. The minute I walked in, he looked up at me and smiled, while I held a straight face.

"Uyamazi lomfana Majola? (Do you know this guy, Majola?)" my grandmother asked, and I flatly shook my head no! "Haibo. Uthi uyakwazi nje yena (But he says he knows you)," she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Yeah, she was fluent in Xhosa. After 50 years in a foreign country, you learn a few things here and there. The woman was 65, and mom was 40. Yes, mom had my brother when she was only 20 years old and still in varsity.

"I don't know this man, Gramps. Where does he say he knows me from?" I asked, still maintaining my straight face with a bit of shock.

I am a great actor when situations force me to. I respect my grandmother too much for me to be picked up and dropped off by boys in her house.

"He says you two were out having lunch together today when you stormed off," my grandfather responded.

I shook my head. "He must have me mistaken for somebody else. I was out with Wandisa from Vincent. We met up by coincidence and then decided to have lunch and catch up," I said with a shrug.

"Wow! Uhhm, I must clearly have you mistaken with somebody else then," he said, looking all kinds of hurt.

"Yeah, you probably do. I really hope you find this girl you are looking for because our daughter is Ayola Majola and not the Ayola you mentioned," my grandfather said, looking straight at him.

"I should get going. I'm sorry for having bothered you," he said, getting up from the couch.

"Bye. I really do hope you find the Ayola you're looking for," I said as he walked past me. He gave me one last look before walking out. I went to sit on the three-seater couch.

"Poor thing. He must have mixed up house numbers or something," my grandma said, turning to the TV.

Simmy side-eyed me, but I didn't pay her any mind. My phone rang, and it was him. I looked at it and ended the call. I just lied to my grandparents about him; I can't be answering his calls now. It wouldn't make any sense. Please understand, I'm the type that lies until I believe my own lie, for safety purposes, okay?!

"I should get going, Gramps. I promised Mom I'd help out with supper," Simmy said, getting up from the couch.

She was lying! I gave her a look. "I will accompany her out, Gran. Be back soon," I said, getting up with her. We walked out to the kitchen, and boy, did she laugh.

"You're a witch, you know that?" she said, still in stitches.

I shrugged. "I told him not to come unannounced."

She gave me a look. "He's not random if you're out here having wet dreams about him," she said, laughing at me.

Of course! She always does this, throw the shit I tell her right back to my face, only harder. Why am I still friends with her again?

"It wasn't a wet dream," I defended.

"It was definitely a wet dream. You were in the shower, dripping wet, and for some reason, you were imagining the two of you having mind-blowing sex in which you almost orgasmed had your brother not woken you up," she said, carelessly opening the gate.

Simmy's words sank in, and I couldn't help but feel a knot tightening in my stomach. She was right; I needed to be cautious. Falling for someone with a troubled past could lead to unforeseen consequences. As much as I wanted to dismiss these concerns, I couldn't ignore the reality of the situation.