CHAPTER 8
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I would have never suspected anything if it wasn't for Bokang's reaction.
They both said the opposite of what one is saying but I would have never suspected anything.
It's the reaction Bokang made, the face he made that caught my attention.
He's my husband I know him too well.
Investigating it would make me hate the results so better I just leave it like that.
But I doubt Lesedi would lie to me, that one doesn't have secrets worse she doesn't know how to keep them.
This one I'm going to let it slide.
Me: So will you help me prepare dinner?
Lesedi: Yes I will, in fact lets just start now.
Me: Well I want you to cook that amazing chicken stew you always cooked when we were teenagers, do you still remember it?
Lesedi: Of course, how could I forget the one thing you used me for?
We laugh.
Me: That was a long time ago.
Lesedi: The way you would cry yourself to sleep just for it, too bad my cousin says it's bitter for it to be a stew.
Me: Don't remind me that, ahh that one doesn't know things, speaking off where is he?
Lesedi: With Letlotlo you would never know he's too busy.
Me: Yhoo, Lets go I'm starving I'm sure you are too.
Lesedi: Not that much.
We walk to the kitchen not forgetting the wine and glasses.
A few minutes later Bokang walks in the kitchen with his jacket and car keys in his hand.
He pecks my cheek.
Bokang: I'm going to work, I'll see you later okay?
I nod.
He locks eyes with Lesedi for a few seconds before finally walking out.
There's something happening between this two, if they did not **** then they are definitely fucking.
I was going to let it slide.
Too bad I'm going to get on top of it.
Bokang has never pecked my cheek when going to work, he pecks my lips or even give me a deep kiss.
It can't be a coincidence to why she wanted to stay at my house.
They fucken know each other.
Is my house going to be their fucken love nest?
And who is the fool, Me?
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