I was sitting quietly in his car with Maskandi songs bursting from his playlist. Our date in the restaurant was the worst date I've ever been to in my entire life, we never uttered a word to each other after the waiter brought our food, we ate and he became focussed on his phone to pass time. He's cold and mean, I don't know how I will survive from this marriage with him, maybe if I just keep my distance from him, avoid him and do the wife duties he will not bother me but then again along with those wife duties there's sex, we'll supposed to have sex in order to bear grandchildren. He stopped at the gate and I got off without saying anything, I slammed the door and moved to my gate.
Since he's giving me a cold shoulder it's only fair if I return the favor. I got in the house as tiredly as I am. Ntombi from the couch in the sitting room stood up and gave me a warm, tight hug. My aunt came from the kitchen, wiping her hands with a dish cloth.
Aunt: How was it?
Ohh I didn't know you care
Me: It was fine.
Aunt: Kiss? Sex? You must have done it the way you took so long to come back.
I was freezing in the chair in the restaurant because my dear husband decided to stay there to waste time.
Me: I'm tired Auntie. Can I go to my room?
She nodded before making her way to the kitchen.
Me: Let's go, I need you to myself.
(I grabbed Ntombi's hand going to my bedroom, I let her sit comfortably on my bed before laying my head on her lap, she started brushing my hair softly)
Ntombi: So how was it?
Me: Nhle it was the worst, I can't believe I'm getting married to this guy. He's so cold, mean, intense and creepy.
Ntombi: Why do you say so?
Me: I mean who orders a pork head with samp on a 5 star exclusive restaurant. Lapho kudliwa amaprawns and all those unprounancable food.
Ntombi: So he's cold and weird about that?
Me: His voice is cold. He was talking to me as if I'm not about to be his wife Nhle... He also said I must not talk to him, only because I asked how was he. Is that a crime?
was talking to me as if I'm not about to be his wife Nhle... He also said I must not talk to him, only because I asked how was he. Is that a crime?
Ntombi: So much for his good looks, I really thought he was a good guy but right now he sounds like an asshole. I hate my mom for doing this to you Onke, you're supposed to be my model in the few coming years. Instead because of greed they decided to take all your rights.
Me: I'm glad you're not like her, you're good hearted and always do right, I'm glad you turned out good Nhle. And I can't wait to walk down that stage with a dress designed by my very own sister.
Ntombi: I'll be cheering you on as you move those hips of yours and that flat ass (she spanked me and I pouted childishly)
Me: My butt is not that flat Nhle, it's semi-flat there's still a little meat in it.
Ntombi: At least God gave you thick legs and big boobies.
Me: I'm actually jealous of you. Your body is so perfect Ntombenhle then there's me with a flat ass, small hips, big boobs and fat tummy, with faint marks on my body and don't damn forget all the hair that's covering my whole body. I'm ugly.
She slapped my cheek playfully
Ntombi: Don't you dare say that Onke, your flaws and imperfections are what make you perfect. I envy you like I really wish we could change bodies. I want all that hair all over my body, I want all those marks, those pimples and dark spots, those big juicy saggy boobs you're carrying in your chest, that flat ass or should I say semi flat (I laughed lightly as she mocked me) I want it all. You're perfect the way you are.
Me: Thank you (I said as a whisper to mask all those feelings I'm feeling inside, I love this woman with my whole life. She's my motivater, lecturer, preacher. I love every bits of her.
Ntombi: It's a pleasure don't feel less of yourself and please don't allow any man to treat you less. You're worthy of every best thing out there.
Me: I love you my sister
Ntombi: I love you too sweetheart
The way we're so close I no longer consider her as my cousin but sister...We ended up dozing off together in bed