CHAPTER 7
*INSERT 7*ZAKHELE.
We're at Durban, At Albany hotel, here I am pacing up and down for why I don't know.
I'm thinking about how I treated Basetsana back home, My brother was right she doesn't deserve all I am doing to her and the offer she made about breaking her virginity is really tempting I don't want to lie, If I allow myself to be weak and go for her offer Lerato will divorce me, So It's better to cut her off. My pride won't even allow me to call here and apologize. **** it she deserved it, she thinks she's the shit.
Lerato comes out of the bathroom wearing her short gown, revealing he nice thighs and legs. jealous down my wife has a nice body an hour glass body. While Basetsana has meat in all the right places, My wife's body looks like it's for models. She sits on the bed and looks at me. Yes she's beautiful but not more than Basetsana. I sit next to her on the bed and bring her head to rest on my shoulder.
Me: Do you think what we did to your sister was fair and the way I treated her, especially that our relationship has been going on while I was dating her?
Lerato: What are you saying to me exactly Zakhele, Are you having second thoughts about this marriage?
****... She raises her head and looks at me and I bring her head back down.
Me: Of course not, I could never do that to you.
Lerato: Even if it wasn't fair. You are mine, I saw you first , She didn't even want to date you in the first place and I forced her.
Me: I know, I'm sorry I'm making you doubt yourself. I just have this bad feeling when I think about her.
Lerato: You shouldn't be thinking about her in the first place.
Me: I know.
She gets on top of me and straddles me.
Lerato: I love you Mpangela ka Malambule.
**** no one has ever called me with my clan names. I kiss her.....
BASETSANA.
After eating dinner I decided to drink 2 sleeping pills to get enough sleep, Because I know if I don't I won't be able to sleep at all plus this headache is killing me. Luckily tomorrow I am working from 9'O clock. No matter how hurt I am I won't refuse food, who will I be fooling, I won't starve myself to death because of someone who doesn't even care, I'll cry while eating.
I find myself smiling, maybe its for the best that we broke up and married my sister. Yes he was using me and he taught me a valuable lesson , Not to give a guy your all. Even though it hurts, I'll heal and move on maybe find someone better. I need to pick myself up, this is not healthy at all.
It's in the morning, I wake up and head to shower within 30 minutes I'm done doing all necessary things, I am wearing black ripped boyfriend jeans, Nike T-shirt an white airforces, I fix my weave and apply red matte lipstick. Thanks to the sleeping I slept like a baby and there's no sign that I was crying yesterday. I sit on the bed and log in on facebook when I come across pictures of Zakhele and Lerato at Durban. I smile with tears streaming down my face. I log out and fix my face before fixing the bed and heading to the kitchen for breakfast.
I find my aunt dishing breakfast, I greet and sit down grabbing the plate she just dished on.
Aunt: Are you okay.
Me: I'm trying aunt, one way or the other I have to be okay.
Aunt: I'm sorry, don't you think you should leave with me and you'll come back when you're feeling better.
My mom gets in the kitchen already talking. I don't need this drama especially today.
Mom: Why because she can't accept defeat, Or is it because you're running away?
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