He’s carrying a tray with food in it, unshed tears in his eyes. Someone is behind her, that cologne hits her nostrils and churns her stomach. “I didn’t trap him because Bambindlovu is your son.” Mhambi’s eyes widen, slowly they crawl over Thandikela’s head. “That is a lie.” A balled fist slams against the table. You thought giving him the son he’s always talked about would make him leave his wife for you.” “Yes you did, you’ve always been conniving and manipulative. “So you were after his money, that’s why you trapped him with a baby.” “Your brother was capable of taking care of us, he was going to give us a comfortable life.” Thandikela. I was never the same after that.” Shame, where’s Petunia? You broke me when you showed me the DNA test. “For a while, I thought Bambindlovu was mine. But you went back to my brother’s bed, leaving me to nurse a broken heart.” Anyone could tell that this man is not over whatever happened. I was blinded by my love for you and thought that one nightstand will finally bring us close. “Whatever happened between us that day was consensual. “You make it sound like I forced myself on you.” Thandikela. While you hopped in and out of my brother’s bed and when he told you he wasn’t going to leave his wife nor take a second wife, you came to me for comfort.” “It’s the truth, I declared my love to you. Pity she’s not a 2000, Mhambi would be nursing a throbbing cheek right now. “How dare you?” Thandikela seethes, through clamped teeth. Where is Mhambi? This can’t be Petunia’s Mhambi. “My brother was married too, besides, I wanted you as well.” “You were married to Petunia.” Hurt in her voice. You found him better because he was well off.” But like a fool, you always chased after my brother. “That was never a lie, I loved you, Thandikela. “I’m talking about you not taking my side when your brother wouldn’t choose me. “What are you talking about, Thandikela?” “Your family hated me, I gave them a son and yet they threw me away like I was yesterday’s trash.” She murmurs for him to grasp, he’s shocked alright. Her head whips back and forth, in search of any eavesdroppers before whispering what seems to be top secret. The food might burn.Ĭonfusion grazes Mhambi’s features, his brows nearly touch. “You don’t remember what you did to me? What you and your brother did to me.” “What about you Mhambi?” Thandikela hisses. You need to forgive and let go, stop punishing him for your mistakes.” “I can’t stop and I won’t, Bambindlovu needs to know the truth from you. There must be something about Mhambi that’s causing all these emotions. “Stop it.” Her eyes drown in tears, she’s not one to cry in public. They say when a husband is away from his wife, he loses focus. Tell him you were my brother’s mistress.” “Then tell Sokalisa about his father, tell him his father was married when you met. “Why not? Are you ashamed of your past Thandikela?” “Shut up.” Thandikela whisper shouts, fortunate for her it’s not too loud to get black people to stare. “I know, you made that clear years ago.” Mhambi must have said something terrible for Thandikela to choke on her saliva. Mhambi frowns upon her response, this woman might have lost her marbles throughout the years. ![]() “He’s not your son…” Her eyes are wide and shifty, hands fidgety. “Bambindlovu is a good kid, he’s like a son to…” People are minding their own… but she sits just in case she causes them too much attention. ![]() “Sit down, people are staring.” The warning from Mhambi compels her to search her surroundings. Mhambi’s eye sight is not on his side, he can’t tell whether Bambindlovu is number five or seven. He spots his nephew in the crowd, eyes on the screen of his phone. His eyes move to the long queue, people must love KFC to crowd here. “You’ve always been selfish Thandikela, that’s why you’re in this mess.” Mhambi clearly knows this woman too well. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Thandikela snatches her hand back from Mhambi. Her eyes narrow, shooting invisible lasers at poor Mhambi. “You’ve run away for way too long, don’t you think that boy deserves to know the truth about his father?” Mhambi grips her hand when she jolts to her feet. “This is a waste of time, I don’t know why I agreed to come along.” She’s too snippy for an oldie. “Why not?” He’s smiling, not affected by her rudeness. “Ngikhuluma nawe MaMbele.” Someone call Petunia and tell her to bring a frying pan, this sweet talk can’t be right.Īngry eyes rush to Mhambi, “Don’t call me that.” Hehehe! Mhambi, not every man is Musa Mseleku. ![]() For years her son lived in exile, away from his father, when they could’ve done things differently, played by her rules. “When is he coming back? He’s been gone for too long.” She refuses to call him Sokalisa when talking to Mhambi, not when they didn’t do right by her. Don’t underestimate the power of a quiet person. They are sharing a table at KFC, the credit goes to Mhambi.
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