SIBLINGS-IN-LAW:LOVE & CONSEQUENCES

EIGHTEEN

ZOZIBINI MAYIZA

Don't people know that it is rude to call someone so early in the morning, especially someone like me. I flip my eyes open oh well, hubby a deep sleeper so, I doubt he even hears my phone ringing. I turn to the side of my pedestal and looking from the time on my alarm, I swear I am going to throw a fit on whoever is calling me, what the hell.

"This better be good!" I semi-shout right after answering the call. I am not even sure who it is.
"Askies (Sorry) mamzo but, I have the results that you asked for." Oh, that is my informer. I asked him to do something for me and I am surprised that, he did that in just less than a week. I sit on my butt, resting my back on the headboard.
"Are you stupid?" I whisper, a bit loud.
"Mamzo?" He sounds confused.
"Could you not send an SMS or call me a bit later? I am sleeping next to my husband, do you want to get me into trouble?" Why the hell is he calling me at this hour? Not even birds are awake at this time.
"Hade (sorry) ma it's just that, I have somewhere to be in the next two hours so, I don't know if I should come and give you a hard copy or?"
"Ugh fine." My husband moves a little. "Listen, you better be here in the next thirty minutes." I hang up before he even says anything further.

"Who is coming in the next thirty minutes?" My husband asks whilst he still has his eyes closed.
"Uhm... I, I ordered breakfast baba, I should go take a quick shower before the order gets here." I breathe. He opens his eyes and balances his head with his hand.
"It's not yet six o'clock Zozi. Cancel the order and get back to sleep." He sits up and snuggles his hands around me and nibbles on my ear, turning me on.
"Then join me in the shower." He goes down to my neck and manoeuvres my breast with his free hand.
"Uyangi linga mfazi." (You are testing me, woman.) His voice sounding very sexy when he is horny.
"Are you complaining, Myeni wam?" (My husband) I land my lips on his.
"I like how you call me." He roughly kiss me, pulling me closer to him. I swear he still gives me the best sex, it never ages. He can handle my body and I swear it feels like it's my first time, everytime we get intimate. He squeezes my waist and I release a soft moan.

My mind suddenly drifts away from this sweetest moment. I am taken back to the results I am waiting for. Deep inside of me, I am hoping that it is all in my head but, what if the results come back proving that, Everything in my head turns out to be real? What am I to do I mean, do I confront or do I just sit back and pretend that I know nothing? Even they come back negative, how do I live with myself knowing, I distrusted my husband?

"Ouch! Kodwa yintoni tata!?" I am taken back from my reality by Siboniso biting my lip so hard, I almost cried. My tears are actually rolling out of my eyes. This is one painful bite that I have ever gotten in my life.
"No, what is your problem. I am trying to fucking make love to my wife but, your mind seems to be afar!" He looks angry.
"Apologies, myeni wam." I caress his chest all the way down but, he is not moving, he looks a lot more irritated.
"Keep your apologies. I am going to shower." He pushes me away from him before he jumps out from bed. I can see a tent up, on his pyjama bottom. Is he seriously going to walk away, just like that?
"Tata, I am sorry it's just, I was thinking about... I am sorry please come back." He shoots his eyes at me.
"Thinking during our session?" He let's out a bitter chuckle. I sigh. "I have somewhere to get to, I'll leave you to your "thinking", okay" I watch him disappear to the bathroom, leaving me defeated.

My phone vibrates, leaving a message. It is my informer, letting me know that he is at the door. I wear my robe before I head downstairs.
"It is all in there." I hand the brown envelope to him filled with notes in it.
"Looking forward working with you again." His face beams when he peeps in the envelope.
"There is no "again" here. We are done." He let's out a laugh before he walks off my yard. I close the door and lean with my back on it and take a deep breath, with my hands on my chest, holding a brown A4 envelope.