CHAPTER 11
* INSERT 11*4 MONTHS LATER....
BASETSANA.
I decided to give Sbani a chance and we're dating now, even though there are red flags here and there, he doesn't compliment me like a boyfriend does to her girlfriend, he tells me what to wear and what not to wear. He even tells me how to behave around her friends, business associates, he's a businessman sometimes we do attend some functions.
But enough about that, I'm at his place right now and he's not here, he went out. I'm just sitting on a sofa applying at different companies and hotels. I studied tourism at UNISA, finding a job for what I studied Is hard. I just hope they can call me for an Interview.
It's in the evening when Sbani arrives and he's not really in the good mood today meaning I'm going to receive the end of it, he greets and passes going to his bedroom and 10 minutes doesn't pass before he shouts my name like crazy. I literally run to his room and he's standing near the wardrobe with a an opened door, he only has a towel around his waist, looks like he just took a shower.
Me: Did you call for me babe?
Sbani: Of course what do you think?
I did say he's not in a good mood today.
Me: Can I help you?
Sbani: Help me at my house?
He laughs.
Me: Sorry that came out wrong.
Sbani: Where did you put my track pants?
Me: I folded all your track pants and putted them on the top shelf.
Sbani: Since when do you touch my clothes, where is Mam Sbongile?
Me: I told her to take a days off since I'll be here for a week, I'll do the house chores and washing our clothes.
Sbani: Where do you take the nerve to tell her what to do and what not? I'm the one paying her and not you, So I don't understand how you come from your house to change things at my house like It's yours. If you don't like how things are at this house then fucking leave.
Mind you he's even shouting.
I'm so hurt, how can he say that to me. He's the one who said I can be comfortable to do anything around his house.
I guess I shouldn't have been too comfortable.
Me: Sorry I'll put everything back where it was and I'll call Mam Sbongile to come to work tomorrow.
I'm even crying now and seems like he doesn't care.
Sbani: Good and when are you leaving, I want to think clearly without anyone disturbing me.
Wow, fresh tears stream down my face to my neck. He's the one who called me here and I didn't want to come visit him this week yet he's treating me like shit.
Sbani: Before you leave, accompany me to a barbecue.
He's not asking, he's demanding.
Me: Okay.
I head to the bathroom door, before I even get in I hear him speaking.
Sbani: Please wear something nice, avoid wearing tight dresses and wear a jean or something to hide all that fat. I don't want my friends and their wives getting scared because of your fatness.
A lump that is stuck on my throat chokes me and I let out a sob closing the bathroom door.
I'm not even fat, I'm thick. I can't get used to how he body shames me every time he gets the chance, this is the second time he does say such words to me.
I strip naked and shower with tears also having their way.
While I'm busy lotioning I decide on wearing blue ripped jeans, navy blue skipper jersey and my white Airforces.
We're driving to this barbecue he talked about and the silence in the car is weighing heavy on me. I tried my all to hide my puffy eyes with a little light make-up.
I don't get why he's even taking me to this stupid barbecue when he told me where to get off and If I am embarrassing him why didn't he leave me behind clearly his friends opinion matter more than me. The same friends that don't even like me, even my own boss has changed.
I thought Zakhele was worse but Sbani takes the cup.
We arrive and before we get out of the car he speaks.
Sbani: Do not embarrass yourself and act somehow in front of my friends and their wives.
I answer without looking at him.
Me: I won't.
Sbani: Drop the attitude, makes you look uglier than you already are.
I nod looking down and we head Inside his friend's house. The barbecue goes on with me zoning out most of the time.
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