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Chapter Two.

Chapter Two.

"Understand me, I'm not like the ordinary world, I have my madness. I live in another dimension And I do not have time for things that have no soul" × CHARLES BUKOWSKI
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It's Monday. My not so favourite day of the week, but Today's has an exception. It's the first Monday since the schools closed and I couldn't be more delighted for time off from work. My heart was set out on spending my day not crying and all those things but actually on being myself again and maybe squeeze in some time with the siblings.

I first dealt with cleaning the house before making us breakfast. Buhle walks down the passage with Khaya and their chatter has me curious. They both sit down before greeting.

"What's the occasion?" Khaya asks.
I give him a look. "Khaya seriously... I made breakfast like I...sometimes do."
"This is a feast sis ngoba." Buhle says as I sit next to Khaya who doesn't hesitate steering the conversation to his beloved soccer practice.

"Zano, I need some money for our team's new soccer kit."

I look up from my food to the boy.

"Huh?" Me.
"Please, these are essential sesi."
"How much?" I question.

"Too much I'm sure." Buhle.

Surely it can't be that much.

"No one asked you for your input." Khaya.
"Haibo, how much is it Khaya?" I ask.
"...fifty." He mumbles.
"Huh? Fifty? As in just fifty rand?" Me.
"No."
"Speak properly Khayalakhe." Me.

"He said five hundred and fifty." Buhle.

I choke.

"Didn't I just buy you a new one...when nje..?" Me.
"This is a different one Zano."
"Different how? Does it score for you?" I ask.

"Come on Zano, I'm begging you. I'm almost the last one in my team who doesn't have it." He even sounds like he's about to cry and that's not something I need on my perfect day. Especially since I've seen enough tears to last me a year.

"Fine. I'll see what I can do, you also need a haircut." I say and down the rest of my juice.

"Can I also get some money to do my hair too then?"
"I thought we were rocking our afros moes."
"This hair wastes my time in the morning."
I nod, I was getting paid in a few days anyway, which really would make me the worst sibling if I didn't do this.

The door opens and in comes Zonke. All eyes were on her and the bags she bought along with herself. "Hello family!"

"Hi." Buhle greeted solely. My mouth was full and Khaya probably didn't see the need to greet our sister.

"Shuu, cold much?" She sniggers and points at me. "Wena, your man is outside."

There's silence around the table before the loud screeching of my reversing chair takes over the room.

I step outside and there stood the man who saw more worth between another woman's thighs. He leaned on his car with his arms folded in front of his chest, giving me a stare that made me feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"What do you want here?" I look around.
"Oh so we don't greet each other anymore now?"
"Please, don't start with me Zweli." Me.

He chuckles, shaking his head and reaches into the open window of his car retrieving a pack of cigarettes. Courtleigh cigarettes. He offers me one and I refuse it. I don't smoke. Neither will I ever. He nonetheless sets his alight, I wait for him to say his part and leave.