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Chapter Twenty One.

"R16,660.00! For a pink purse!" I take it out.
"That's not just any bag, that's the Pink Saffiano Leather shoulder bag from Prada Gimba. Put some respect to it cause quality like that doesn't come cheap."
"Where'd you get the money for all of this?" I ask.

This is the first time she glances up at me. "I have a man now sweety. A man who can afford me."
"Oh...and what about your job?"
"You mean the same job that's been paying me peanuts while I slave away like some worthless being? No thank you."
"So you're depending on this man of yours now?"
"Yes, you have a problem with that?"
"I obviously do Zonke, what happens if he leaves you..."
"Ah so you want him to leave me?"
"I said 'if' not 'when' Zonke. And I was just questioning this situation you're putting yourself through right now. I thought you were using this time to focus on yourself and getting your life together for your Future. Not jump into some relationship with no gaurantees of lasting."

"Kahle kahle unomona wena neh? (You're jealous aren't you?)"
"Ini? (What?)"
"Ya phela now that I've found myself a man who can bring and buy me all I've ever dreamt about you're questioning my relationship ngathi eyakho (as if its yours)."
"That's not..."
"Indoda yakho ine mali Gimba. (Your man has money fatty, use it and leave me and...) Use it ungiyeke mina and my Prada bags and clothes."
"Stop calling me that name please!" I say pretty much frustrated by this conversation.
"Maybe if you lost some weight and minded your own business then I'd stop calling you that."

I open my mouth to say something but decide against it cause I did know better than to let her get to my head.

I leave the room and go get myself some water just to calm myself down.

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I never thought Bangi could be such a fussy man. Even with the tiniest of things that people went through and most probably got over. 4 prevention methods were off the table which I found perfectly okay to deal with. The copper paragard IUD. As soon as he heard that I could get Anemia, Backaches, Dysmenorrhea, Pain and cramping he shut it off.

The hormonal Mirena and the hormonal contraceptive implant. I give him a look. All of these prevention methods have side effects honestly and him being this hardheaded about all the options is beyond frustrating.

"My Prince, please."
"There have to be other options that have less pain in them."

The doctor sighs, shaking his head slightly. "She can try what we call a Patch."
"And what is that?" He asks.
"Exactly that. It's a small sticky patch that she will put on her skin. Its a combination hormonal birth control method that she has to change every week."

Must be nice being him...or a guy in general.
He pulls out one of these patch things he's talking about and hands it to me. "Where does this go?" He asks.
"Anywhere that's not going to be extremely sweaty or chaffed by clothes of skin." The doctor says.

"And it won't fall off?"
"The patch is relatively sticky which does make it immune to just falling off. Which means you can bath with it, you can swim with it and continue life as normal as possible. In the event that it does fall off..."
"So it can fall off?" Bangi asks sitting forward with a chuckle.

I eye him. This guy.

"Certainly my Prince. But as I was saying if it does fall off she can easily paste it on again. If it doesn't, she should replace it immediately with a new patch and dispose of to old one properly. Ma'am you shouldn't try forcing it back on even with glue or a bandage."

I clear my throat. I would never try and do that.

"And the negative side effects?" I finally ask.
"The usual are on the table again."