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Chapter Twenty One.

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I'm rushing back home after the call I received from the delivery trucks of the furniture I wanted. As soon as I drive into the yard, I rush inside. The house is nice and clean all thanks to Buhle. She helps me remove our old couches from the inside to our rooms. Throwing these away would be a waste of good sofas and that's not what we were all about. We move thesmall lounge table to my room, along with the chairs.

When the people finally arrive, they unload the new couches and dinner table putting them in the right place.

Beautiful new black couches, wooden table and chairs and a coffee table. I sign off the papers they had for me and off they went. I go and fetch the new carpet I bought a few days ago and with Buhle's help spread it on the floor of the sitting area. It looked so different yet so beautiful honestly.

Khaya walks through the front door and gasps looking around the place. "Mhm mhm mhm, alright." He throws himself on the couch.
"Hayi wena!" I reprimand.
"These are so soft and comfortable. I could definitely get used to this." He says already putting his feet on the new coffee table.
"Khaya marn! Get your feet off of there." I slap his feet off.
"Let me feel the couch." Buhle sits down. "Ngathi nginga hlala ngingasa sukumi yaz. (I could just stay seated forever)"

"Iybunu zami (My buttocks) have never felt anything like this." Khaya chuckles.
"Mina ngiyolala la shem. (Im sleeping here)" Buhle says.
"Uyahlanya. (You're crazy)" I say laughing while shaking my head.

My phone rings from between my breasts. I hurriedly retrieve it from there and feel how my cheeks heat up after I've read the name that flashed on the screen.

"Sthandwa sam." He says. How does that still make my heart skip a beat and my insides feel like putty?

"Baby?" I walk away from these two nosy siblings of mine who looked pretty ready to laugh and comment on how I probably looked like an idiot. A lovesick idiot.
"I was waiting for your call."
"I'm sorry about that. The furniture got delivered today so..." I say.
"And they're all in tip top shape right?"
"They're perfect." I say. Even Buhle and Khaya could clearly vouch on that.

"We have an appointment for tomorrow." He says.
"Appointment?"
"The doctor." He answers and I nod.
"Oh. What time?" I ask now looking out the window at the car that's pulling up to the gate feom my room.
"Your ride will be ready to leave there by 10h00." He says.

Zonke steps out of the car and I frown. That is not any of our guards cars so that must be whoever she's seeing. The man who's been buying her all of these ridiculously expensive gifts.

She even has two of them with her right now as she catwalks into the yard.

"Sthandwa sam?" I hear Bangi say on the other end.

"Sorry baby about that. You said I leave here at 10h00 right?"
"Yes. And the sooner we're done there the more time we have to ourselves." He says.
"I can't wait then." I say with a smile on my face.
"Ngiyak'thanda uyezwa. (I love you, you hear me.)" He says.
"More than I do?"
"Not even a chance." I giggle and move from the window.

After the line goes dead I take in a deep breath before going to the lounge area. Khaya is nowhere to be seen, but Buhle sat on the new couch, busying herself with her phone.

"Where's Zonke?"
"Our room." Buhle says and I nod before heading to it.

Two knocks later I open the door to find her pulling out an item of clothing from her shopping bag. She puts the dress on her beautiful silhouette, rubbing her hands past the material before turning to look at the mirror that was behind her.

"Zonke."
"What do you want Gimba dearest?" She asks not even glancing back at me. Not even on the mirror.
I pick up a bag and inspect it. The tag on it had me hauling inside.