Nokukhanya (Chapter 14)

Chapter 14

●Nokukhanya Ngwenya

‘This is not over’ He said before I shut the door on his face and I’m not sure if maybe he thought I was going to get scared or may shake in my booths but whatever was going on through his mind at that time was definitely off. My name is Nokukhanya Ngwenya and what I’ve been through these past years had made me the strongest woman, I haven’t shed tears in three years the last time I cried was at my Nana’s funeral. I didn’t even cry during the birth of my daughter.

I woke up today feeling down I’m not sure what is happening with me but everything irritates me. Even this lady I’m sitting next to is very annoying busy typing furiously on her phone. She looks good for a pregnant lady. I bet she is carrying 10 babies in there and busy cursing her boyfriend out for not being here with her. My subconscious says sipping her margarita sitting under a big umbrella with black shades on. I chuckle and I earn a stare from her. Damn this bitch always getting me into trouble.

“Is there a problem?” She asks and I stop pushing my baby’s stroller with my foot and look at her. She was also restless last night and right now she is sleeping so peacefully and I’m just praying that today it’s her normal check-up without the injection.

“I asked if there was a problem.” OH, I forgot about her.

“Uhm no.”

“You sure?” I nod and continue with my task and ignore her when she clicks her tongue on me given at any day I would gave her a piece of my mind mara, not today and especially with my daughter here and also her 10 babies. As mothers, we should always respect our young ones.

Sometimes you just have to ignore the situation to have peace of mind and avoid drama at all costs. Yho! Imagine if you had told her what was exactly was in our mind, this office would have been the host of the next big wrestling match there has ever been. My bitch friend says and for the first time ever since she moved in my head without a lease agreement between us I have to agree with her. People will amaze you straight I’m telling you, she wanted me to react so she can take whatever was eating her soul on me. It’s not my problem that she is having a bad day and fighting with her man. I’m also sitting here with problems and fighting with my baby daddy. Speaking of that one I wanted to invite him here to come with us but I decided against it after that scene he threw in front of his mother yesterday for a grown man that was very childish even for me. I’m brought back when the receptionist calls in a ‘Mrs Gumede’ and the grumpy pregnant mother of ten stands up.

Fuck!

She is married.

She’s a Gumede, Khanyo!

“But she wasn’t wearing any ring,” I ask myself out loud and the ever-so-friendly lady asks me if I need anything. She is always smiling and I wonder if she ever gets angry you know, if people ever get to her causing her to lose her mind. People do that you know. They make you question your sanity then you start behaving like them and act crazy.

Khanyo!

What!

What if she is your baby daddy’s wife!

I freeze.

NO.

I can’t be. She looks too good for him. She can’t be.

They called her Mrs. Gumede. She says and I ignore her and lock her at the back of my mind. I don’t need her negativity right now I mean he wasn’t wearing any ring also and besides, he came with his mother yesterday to see my baby. If he was married he wouldn’t have brought her there…right.

Right!

“Miss Ngwenya, Doctor Pillay will see you now you can go in.” I push my baby’s expensive stroller you know those HotMom strollers that cost thousands of rands, yes that one. Maybe that’s why she was being mean to me because of this. I didn’t even buy it myself! It was a gift from her grandparents. I would never do that to myself and dent my bank balance by buying these expensive things.

“Miss Ngwenya you were supposed to come yesterday.” She complains the moment I get inside. I thought I was her favorite why is she being like this all of a sudden.

“Doctor Pillay, how are you this morning? I’m very well thank you. You know the time I was waiting for my time I was sitting next to this lady and she was mean to me. But I kept it cool and ignored her.” She smiles at me. We always do this, well I always do this every time she wants to scold me I just change the subject and start talking about something else, unfortunately, she and Sam mean the world to me so I cannot afford to be rude towards them changing the subject is easy. I’m saying unfortunately because they are stuck with me for the rest of their lives. Since Cindy cut me off from her life, I’m making sure that the people who are still in my life are currently happy with me so that they don’t ever leave me.

“I am very happy that you avoided that situation. I’m very proud of you. So tell me why didn’t you show up yesterday? You are very lucky that I had an opening today otherwise - .” I cut her off before I get a lecture.

“Her father showed up and I just couldn’t bring myself to disturb their bonding.”

“Her father? He is around?”

“Yes…” Sigh. I tell her everything from the beginning until the moment I shut the door on his face last night. When I’m done with my story my daughter has had her injections and drops and I’m sure she even woke up the dead and the people in comas with her screams.

“Doctor I’m sorry to disturb but that woman only wants to be assisted by you and no one else.”

“No! She is still busy with me, can’t you see that?” I ask the rude and ever so ugly Doctor Zulu, this woman hates my guts and I hate her right back and she knows it, what she should have done was knock as a sane person and waited for us to tell her to come in but no…she had to budge in here like the mannerless woman she is and start demanding stuff.

“Sunshine don’t be difficult please, I’m coming.”

“Aai aai Monica…you cannot leave me during a consultation.”  I’m putting my foot down and she laughs at me.

“I’m sorry I thought you were done.” The mannerless bitch says.

“You thought wrong…we were still busy and you should have knocked fir-..” I get cut off by the door being opened very roughly and that bitch with a big tummy walks in mumbling shit that I don’t even understand.

“I was told I was going to be helped by Doctor Pillay and not by you. My husband is coming I will not be treated like this.”

“I’m sorry Mrs…?” Shame my poor Doctor.

“Mrs. Gumede.”

“Mrs. Gumede, please have a seat so we can help you. Stressing out is not good for the babies.” She says.

“Babies? What babies? I am only carrying one child, not twins.” I can’t hold it in so I laugh and earn myself some stares. See it was not just us who thought she was carrying more than one child in there even the good doctor thought so too. My bitchy friend says.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“Sunshine please wait for me outside,” Monica says and I frown.

“Please…” she begs.

“Only because you are asking nicely. I’m hungry Monica Pillay.” I tell her and push my daughter outside bumping to her father. Who looks like he was running away from something or someone?

“What are you doing here? Is she sick?” He asks. Seriously that’s the first thing that came to his mind? To ask me that!

“Hello Langelihle unjani?” I think I need to open a school so I can teach people some manners.

“Nokukhanya I don’t have time for this. Is my daughter okay?”

“Your daughter is fine.”

“Then why are you here.”

“It was her normal monthly check-up. What are you doing here?” He doesn’t get to ask me things and thinks that I won’t ask him back not with me.

“Uhmm I’m here to check.... uhmm…” He stutters which is so unlike him. He is always so put together and polished and looking at him right now is so confusing and very amusing. He looks very stupid.

“Uhmm…uhmm what Langelihle? Why are you here?” I ask.

“I am not following you if that’s what you think.” He says.

“Okay then. Answer me. Ufunani lana?”

“I’m here because…I’m here with my…I’m here to see my w…” He gets cut off by that rude woman with a big tummy.

“Babe you are here…I don’t like this hospital can we please find another doctor.” She says and I freeze. She’s married to him? They are having ten babies together? Why do I feel so betrayed by him being married to her? What about our daughter? She looks like she is going to sideline my child at family gatherings.

“Okay.” He says to her but still looking at me.

“Who is this? Ooh, it’s you.”  Yes bitch it’s me and you look very stupid. I answer her in my head.

“Excuse me,” I say and start pushing my daughter away from all of this.

“Nokukhanya wait…” I don’t wait. I keep it moving. I just need to get away from here before I lose my manners.

“Nokukhanya? Is that her?” I hear her asking him and I don’t even hear his response. He just had to rub it in my face with his wife there, didn’t he? I mean he was supposed to be nice about it and introduce us I mean I am his baby mama after all and she is the wife but wait a minute that’s not her…she is not the one I saw back at his house. She is not the one that was on his wall that woman was the definition of beautiful not this gorilla-looking bitch! Yes right I’m angry at him and I will be calling his wife all the nasty words that will come to my mind.

Don’t judge me!

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●Langa Gumede

“Is that her?” She asks again.

“Yes that’s her. Are you okay? Is the baby okay? What did the Doctor say?” I change the subject. I wouldn’t want to be put in a tight corner with her. I know she is going to start asking questions which I will answer truthfully and she will definitely not be pleased by that.

“She’s a mean bitch.” What!

“Excuse me what did you just call her?” I turn and find her looking at me folding her arms. It’s only now that I turn and face her. I was still looking at my heart pushing our daughter away from me without me even kissing her or saying hello to her. Just days knowing her, she has already had me wrapped around her little finger.

“Yes, she is Langa! And I know she is your baby mama but she is very rude. Do you know what she did earlier on?” I’m very sure that you are going to tell me about it.

“I don’t want to know. Can we leave this place please? I need to take my mother somewhere.”

“Where are you taking her? Even izolo you guys went out while we were still talking Langelihle. Is there something I should know?”

“Fikile! Seriously you want us to have this conversation right now? Here? Come on please.” She chuckles.

This woman!

“Whatever Langelihle.” Mxm. I start moving and leave her there. I just won’t be having an argument with her in a public place. I have a brand to maintain.

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We arrive home after the longest boring drive of my life the awkwardness that was in this car was soul-consuming and it worries me because I was with my wife. It was so quiet in the car you would even hear a needle drop.  I know sometimes silence is needed between couples…sometimes not all the time though. So now with me and Fikile, we run out of things to talk about, which worries me because both my mother and brother told me that I was quick to ask her to marry me when she told me she was pregnant. I don’t even think she knows what I like and I also don’t know what she likes other than making my life miserable and wasting my money. We have been together for almost a year now but I can count on my one hand the number of times we have been out on a date and actually enjoyed ourselves. I do not think I want to be married to this woman anymore and the fact that we don’t have anything in common is just a damper to my mood.

“How was it? Is the baby fine?” My Mother asks the moment we get inside. I must say this house is really beautiful and it has that homely feeling. She did well with choosing this house. We moved in last night after we arrived from Nokukhanya’s house and Mzwa was left at the hotel. At the moment we are not getting along and to avoid drama I left everything as it is. He has been giving me a cold shoulder.

“Langa was late as always and that stupid doctor thought I was carrying twins.” She complains.

“I’m sure it was that bad.” My mom replies to her.

“Oh, and I got to meet Langa’s rude baby mama.” She continues.

“You met uNokukhaya? Where?” My mother frowns looking at me. Why is she looking at me angithi it’s her daughter-in-law who decided to be the storyteller.

“Langa…” My mother calls out after me when I leave them there to go to my room.

“Aii MaGumede khuluma no Fikile angithi mina I was late as always so she can let you know why my daughter's mother was rude …mina angazi nex and I don’t want to get involved.” I don’t have time for this. I hear her telling my mother that I’m always dismissing her and not respecting her.

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“Unjani sisi? Where is she?” we just arrived at her house and I must say she looks absolutely breathtaking in her shorts and baggy t-shirts. Nokukhanya is a beautiful woman and her beauty and character are what attracted me to her.

“Ngiyaphila Mma, wena unjani? Please come in.”

“All is good I just want to see my granddaughter that’s all.”

“Can I get you anything to eat or drink maybe? I cooked my family is coming over.” She says to my mother ignoring the shit out of me.

“Maka Nonjabula how are you?” I say with a smile on my face but when she replies she doesn’t return the smile.

“I’m good. I will go fetch her.”

“Langa what is your problem? Why are making the poor girl nervous?” Nervous her? Nah!

“Mma I am not doing anything to her. I’m just being polite that’s all.”

“Stop that. This is not Fikile.” She scolds me and then my girls walk in. she changed her shorts to jeans I don’t know what for because she was beautiful.

We have our lunch which is delicious by the way, she is better cook than my wife. My heart is at peace, my mother and heart are getting along. The conversation between them flows and they get along and you could see that there is no pretence between them. I have my daughter in my lap and now my mother is helping Nokukhanya with the dishes.

This is what I want every day in my home. I want to come back from work to this. Currently with Fikile I don’t have this, I cannot experience this because we are always fighting and bickering and plus she doesn’t even get along with my brother or any of my friends. I stand up still holding my daughter and make my way to them.

“Nokukhanya I would like that she takes my surname.” I say and the plate she had on her hands falls and breaks which startles my daughter making her cry.

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To Be Continued!

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