Zelda

It is 6am. Mr Msomi will be back soon from his morning jog and Mrs Msomi will be done with her yoga session. Their daughter, Mbali, is in the gym upstairs working out. 
I have prepared all three of their smoothies and their lunch boxes for the day. Fruit, biltong to snack, freshly squeezed orange juice and salad for Mrs Msomi and Mbali. Chicken stir fry, dried fruits, pretzels and sparkling water for Mr Msomi. 

Now, I head upstairs to wake the son up. His name is Siya and he is 8. While he baths himself, I have to go into the study and pack Mr and Mrs Msomi’s bags in accordance with their day and update their iPads accordingly. I usually align with their PAs on this one. 

“Zelda, I need your help in the cottage”, Sis’Sonto says to me. She is the other domestic worker who works here with me. 
“I need you, Sonto, to start cleaning this house. I pay you a lot of money for you to be pulling Zelda to the cottage during the time I pay you to work.” Mrs Msomi walks in and stops us in our tracks. 
“Yes ma’am”, Sis’Sonto. 
“And Sonto, why are you in my study? You know very well that only Zelda comes in here.” 
“I was looking for Zelda”, Sis’Sonto replies. 
“Not in my study. I’m not going to tell you this again. Siyezwana?” 
Sis’Sonto and I are silent. 
“Out!” Mrs Msomi screams.
Sis’Sonto and I rush out and make our way to the kitchen. 

“Sawubona bab’Msomi”, Sis’Sonto greets Mr Msomi as I get breakfast ready. 
“Sanibonani“, he replies. 
Sis’Sonto is teary and I am just upset about how Mrs Msomi treats us. I cannot wait to finish school and become have my own business in the beauty and wellness industry. I will specialize in skincare, nails and hair. I already do nails and hair in the township where I stay. I will get bigger and Mrs Msomi will be my client. 

“Zelda, please do my hair today before you go home? My hair lady is disappointing me and I have a thing tomorrow with some friends,” Mbali says to me as she walks into the kitchen and settles at the breakfast table with her mother. 
“Mbalenhle, Zelda works in this house. She is not your personal stylist. There are more than enough salons in this beautiful province of ours. I don’t pay Zelda to be making you pretty every time you feel like it”, Mrs Msomi says. 
“Zelda doesn’t mind, mom”, Mbali.
“Did she tell you that?” Mrs Msomi. 

Absolute silence. 

Mbali looks at me. Mrs Msomi eats her breakfast. Mr Msomi looks at me too. 
“Do you mind doing my sister’s hair, Zelda?” Siya breaks the awkward silence. 
“I don’t have a problem with it at all, Mbali. Maybe in future, just make sure that you discuss it with your parents first.” I say. 
“Thanks Zelda. I’ll make sure that I come home early so that you can still get home early today.” Mbali. 
“And make sure that you don’t miss the corners of this house when cleaning while prioritizing Mbali’s hair. Will there be taxis for you to get home after you do Mbali’s hair? I am not available to be driving you back to that dangerous RDP populated place of yours late at night.” Mrs Msomi says. 

Mbali gives her mother a concerning look that not even I approve of. 

“Baba, will you be cool to take Zelda back home after she does my hair?” Mbali asks Mr Msomi. 
“Of course, baby girl. How long will you take?” Mr Msomi. 
“I want to do block braids.” Mbali. 
“It should take no more than two hours Bab’Msomi”, I say. 
“Okay. Thank you, Zelda”, Mr Msomi. 

I excuse myself to start cleaning upstairs, starting with the main bedroom. As usual, I start with changing the linen and doing the bed. 
After I have done the bed, I go tidy up the walk in closet that has both Mr and Mrs Msomi’s clothes and shoes. It is always a mess in the mornings, reflecting all the considered outfits the couple wanted to wear but decided against. I now have to tidy it all up and make sure that the closet is flawless. 
I clean the walk-in toilet when I am done then shut the door of the main bedroom as I make my way to cleaning three other bedrooms in the house. 
I find a positive pregnancy test in Mbali’s room. My stomach feels super unsettled. Mbali and Mrs Msomi do not have the kind of relationship that normal mothers and daughters have. I worry about what she may be going through on her own. 

“Why are you so stupid?! Why Sonto?! Why?! Are you begging me to fire you?! Do you think domestic work is a scarce skill and you are an irreplaceable employee in the history of all employees?!” Mrs Msomi is yelling at the top of her lungs. 
I take the pregnancy test and put it in my pocket. I pull my bucket full of now dirty water and make my way down the stairs. My bit is done. The rest of the house is cleaned by Sis’Sonto and Sis’Puseletso. I am a nanny to the kids, then I clean the bedrooms. There are three domestic workers in this house, two chefs and an entire garden service. The house is massive. 

“Madam, I am so sorry. I thought that you were hosting your friends next week.” Sis’Sonto says, terrified. Mrs Msomi is terrifying. 
“Okay Sonto… while you think that my luncheon is next week and forgot to book catering and decor for tomorrow, what do you propose I do?” Mrs Msomi. 
Sis’Sonto is quiet. 
“Useless! Absolutely and completely useless! You just want to embarrass me wena Sonto ngiyakubona. Every time I give you a project, you find a way to sabotage me. I wasn’t asking you to cook or decorate my place. I was asking you to make sure that there will be food and that the place will be decorated. Pick up the damn phone and make sure it’s done. That was difficult for you? Who the hell hired you?! I must fire both you and my assistant. I was very particular about not wanting a useless domestic worker.” She rants on at the top of her voice. 
“Mam’Msomi”, I try to intervene.
“What Zelda?!” Mrs Msomi barks at me. 
“Maybe I can help.” I say. 
She looks at me. 
“With what Zelda? And at what time between you being a domestic worker, Siya’s nanny and Mbali’s stylist do you think you can help me?” She says to me. 
“Mrs Msomi, the chefs can organize a good meal and finger foods. They can be in charge of the food and drinks. I will take care of the decor and entertainment.” I say.
She looks at me. I seem to be winning her over. 
“We can treat the ladies to a spa day. I will bring my friends from school and we will organize massages and nail care throughout the day.” I say. 
“Your friends? Your friends, Zelda?” She is starting to shout again. 
“Mrs Msomi, I am studying somatology.” I say. She is acting like she does not know this. 
She thinks about it for a minute. 
Sis’Sonto and I look at each other. I am hoping she will say yes and give us a break. Sis’Sonto looks pissed at me. I’m saving her ass. Why is she mad at me? 

“Don’t mess this up, Zelda! I am not joking. You mess it up and I will end you.” Mrs Msomisays to me. 
“Yes ma’am”, me.
“And wena Sonto, you better make sure that you and Puseletso support Zelda with whatever she needs. If she tells you to eat shit, you better eat it with a smile. If I turn my head for three seconds and find you arguing with Zelda, I will fire you. She is saving your job right now. You better be grateful”. Mrs Msomi says then walks away, rocking her heels like a real boss.
Sis’Sonto on the other hand, she is ready to end me. 

…

I am halfway through doing Mbali’s hair when she needs to get up to go throw up. We have been chatting about and connecting like we always do. However, I always remember that I am just the help around here, not her sister. 
I have called my classmates regarding the luncheon and they have agreed to come through and make some extra coins. Hopefully Mrs Msomi will pay well. We have not even discussed payment yet. But I trust her when it comes to payments. She really is fair when it comes to that. 
Mrs Msomi told me to write her a list of everything that I will need. I gave it to her and she has had her assistant order everything and make sure that it is at the house by 6am tomorrow. 

Mbali comes back and I proceed to do her hair. 
“What are you going to do about that baby, Mbali?” I ask her.
She almost jumps off her chair. 
“Who else knows?” She asks me. That is her concern. She is pregnant and her concern is who knows about the pregnancy. 
“No one. Just me. I found your pregnancy test. Don’t worry, I got rid of it.” I say. 
She sighs. 
“Honestly, I don’t know what to do.” She says. 
“Have you told the father?” I ask her. 
“Yeah. He wants me to have an abortion. I actually think that’s a good idea. I’m in no position to have a baby right now.” She says. 
“Is that what you want, Mbali?” I ask her. 
“I want a lot of things, Zelda. And I am not going to get any of them if I keep this child. Besides, I have a steady boyfriend and my baby daddy has a wife. This child will do more damage than good in my life.” She says. 
I am a little thrown off by that statement, but I will not show it. I don’t want her feeling as if I am judging her.
“You think I’m a bad person?” She asks me. 
“Not at all. I just want you to be okay, that’s all.” Me. 

“Zelda, I need you here tomorrow morning no later than 5am.” Mrs Msomi walks into the room we are in and says. 
“Yes ma’am”, I say. 
“Good. I’ve arranged ukuthi ubaba kaMbali akulande. Please, be ready and don’t disappoint me.” She says. 
I nod my head. 
“I’ll make sure that you have all the help you need. Sonto and Puseletso will also help you.” She says. 
I just look at her. 
“Will that be a problem?” She asks me. 
“Mama, Sonto and Puseletso do not like Zelda. You making it awkward for Zelda”, Mbali says. 
“Is that true, Zelda?” Mrs Msomi asks me. 
“Our relationship is just awkward, Mam’Msomi”, I say. 
“Okay. I’ll keep them away tomorrow. Finish up lapho with Mbali so you can go home and get some rest. Tomorrow is a big day for me, but an even bigger day for you. Ubaba kaMbaliis already waiting for you downstairs”, Mrs Msomi says. 
She leaves and closes the door behind her. 

Mbali and I finish up. 

…

The car ride.

Mr Msomi is playing African jazz music as he drives me home. 
“Do you stay alone, Zelda?” He asks me. 
“Yes, I do.” Me. 
“No boyfriend getting upset with you working late?” Him. 
I shake my head. 
He giggles.
“Why not? Nobody is good enough for you?” He asks me. 

I guess he is trying to make conversation, so let me participate. 

“I don’t have time. My job is quite demanding and I am juggling it with school. The little bit of time that I do have over long weekends or December holidays, I go home to Mafikeng to spend time with my son.” I say. 
He looks at me as if I have said something so profound. 
“That explains it. I’ve been wondering how or why you are so good with Mbali and Siya. I see it now. You are a mother.” He says. 
“Yes, I am.” Me. 
“How old is your son?” He asks me. 
“He is eight years old.” I say. 
He looks at me in a weird way. I know why. 
“How old are you?” He asks me. 
“I am 24 years old.” I say. 

He nods his head. I am feeling judged. I feel as if I need to explain myself. But I won’t. 

“Who does he stay with? Your son, who does he stay with?”
“My parents. They help me out a lot.” 
“And his father?” 
“What about him?” 
“Where is he?” 
“I don’t know and I don’t care. He is a ghost in my son’s life. When I had my son, I was in school and he was in university. He wanted nothing to do with me or the pregnancy. That was the last time I heard from him. Then when my son was headed to grade one, he went to my parents and insisted on paying his school fees and buying him food and clothes. So he communicates with my parents and does all that, but he does not spend time with his son at all. Like I said, he is a ghost.” Me. 

He is silent. 
I am silent. 

“What’s your son’s name?” He asks me. 
“Mohavi”, I say with a smile. 
“What does that mean?” He asks me. 
“Victor”, I say. 
“Powerful. I love it.” Him. 
“He is my little victor”, I say. 

My phone rings. It is my mom. 

“Can I take this? It is my mom.” 
“Sure.” 
“It will be on speaker. My phone is having issues”, me. 
He nods his head and turns down the volume of the radio. 
I answer.
“Mama”, me. 
“Koena, are you alright?” My mom. 
“Yes mom, I am fine. Is everything okay with you?”
“Everything is fine, nana. Listen, Thabiso is here. He says he wants to take Mohavi on holiday.” My mom says. 
“Excuse me?” Me. I see Mr Msomi looking at me. 
“I said no. I told him that he needs to wait for you to come home and the two of you need to talk about how you will co-parent Mohavi. This thing of his only speaking to me when you are Mohavi’s mother is not on. Even your dad gave him a good piece of his mind because that boy is becoming arrogant now. He has not even paid for damages and he now wants to take Mohavi on holiday. He made me so angry.” My mom is ranting now. 
“Mama, please give Mohavi the phone.” I interrupt her. 

“Mohavi! Your mother is on the phone and wants to talk to you”, I hear my mom calling for him. 

“Mama, when are you coming home?” Mohavi says, out of breath. Where was he running from? 
“Hello Mohavi, how are you?” I remind him to be polite and greet.
He giggles. 
“I’m fine, mommy. I just miss you. When are you coming to see me?” Mohavi.
“I’m coming next week, my boy. I will be there Friday when you come home from school.” I say. 
“Will you fetch me from school like all my other friends who get fetched by their moms?” Him. 
“Do you want me to?” Me. 
“Yes.” Him. 
“Okay my boy, then I will.” 
He laughs aloud.
My sweet boy. 
“Be good for your grandparents, my boy. I love you.” Me. 
“I love you too, mommy. And you promise that when I go to grade eight, I will live with you?” He says.
“Cross my heart”, me. 
“Okay. Bye mommy.” 

He hands the phone back to my mom. 

“Koena”. 
“Mama. Keep Thabiso away from Mohavi. I will be home next week. We will sort this out.” Me. 
“Okay nana. And I will tell him to come with his parents like he should have all those years ago. He must not come here and disrespect us. We are not his friends.” My mom. 
“Okay mama. Bye.”
“Bye nana”. 

Mr Msomi parks outside my four room RDP house. 
“Goodnight Koena”, he says smiling. 
I laugh. 
“Goodnight, Mr Msomi.” I say. 
“When it’s just us two, please feel free to call me Mthunzi.” He says. 
“Okay. Goodnight Mthunzi”, me. 

I close the door and head to my house as he drives off. 

…

It is 2am and there is a loud bang on my door. I feel slightly unsettled and disorientated. 
“Koena, it’s me. Please open for me.” The voice says. What is Mr Msomi doing here at this time? He is scheduled to fetch me at 4H30am. 

I make my way to the door and open for him. 
He walks in and smells of alcohol. 
I look at him, waiting for an explanation. 
“I thought I’d come straight here after my night out. If you don’t mind, can I just get an hour of sleep and I’ll shower up in the morning.” He says. 
I just let him in and close the door. I let him sleep in the second bedroom. Mohavi usually sleeps in here when he visits me.
He is out within ten minutes. 
I go back to sleep and wait for my alarm to go off at 4am. 

I make my bed and head to shower. 
My house may be an RDP house, but I made sure that it is a proper home and looks nice inside. My money has gone towards putting in a shower in the bathroom and a stylish basin and toilet. My main bedroom has a queen-size bed and a stylish bedroom suite. Mohavi’s room has a double bed, a cupboard and a little TV in there that he watches his cartoons on because we always fight over the TV channels. The house did not come with wardrobes, so I bought them and had them built-in in both bedrooms. 
My TV room has a 55inch plasma screen, a soundbar and speaker, a TV stand and two couches: one three seater and a one seater. My kitchen is very small, but it is warm. 

I finish showering and get dressed in my spa outfit. I tidy up a bit around the house and open the curtains. I realize that Mr Msomi has parked his Benz behind the house so people walking on the street do not see that there is a car parked outside of my house. 

Mr Msomi wakes up and I let him shower in my bathroom. 
I make breakfast: eggs, bacon, tomatoes and toast. I then make strong coffee using my espresso machine. He comes into the kitchen dressed in jeans, topless and no shoes. This man is way too comfortable. We sit on the kitchen stools together and he eats the breakfast, seeming to enjoy the coffee. 

“Are you going to explain yourself?” I ask him. 
“I went out with some friends and things got wild.” He says. 
“And instead of going back to your house and to your wife, you came here?” I ask him. 
“I knew I had to wake up early to come pick you up, so it made sense for me to come here.” He says. 
“Mr Msomi –
“Mthunzi, please.”
“Mthunzi, I don’t want trouble. I don’t want people getting the wrong end of the stick. Sonto and Puseletso hate me. If you and I get too close, they’ll think we are having an affair and tell Mrs Msomi. Mrs Msomi is quite terrifying. I’m not trying to mess with her.” I say. 
“I hear you. I’m sorry for putting you in that position. It won’t happen again.” He says. 
I nod my head. 
“Do you need a t-shirt?” I ask him. 
“I have one in my boot, thanks.” He says. 
This is clearly an unfaithful man. Why does he keep clothes in his boot? 
“Okay. Let me grab my stuff then we can go. I need to make sure that today is perfect or else Mrs Msomi will end me.” I say. 
He chuckles. 

When I walk out of my room with my stuff, I find Mr Msomi looking at the A2 portrait photos of Mohavi and I. 

I clear my throat and he sees me waiting behind him.
We leave. 

…

The ten ladies who will be helping me today are helping me set up. The place is looking great and tranquil. There is an artificial waterfall at the centre of the massage beds. Mrs Msomi has let us be creative and we have created an artificial “Spa in nature”. Each of us have been assigned two ladies that we will work on. While the first eleven ladies get their treatment, the other ladies will engage in the book and topic of the day. If I ever join a book club, I want one that will be just like this one. 

“Zelda, this looks beautiful. I think I need to take you out of my kitchen and make you my events coordinator and other assistant or something. You are too talented to be on the same job level as Sonto and Puseletso. Let’s chat about it on Monday though.” She says.
“Thank you, Mam’Msomi. Let me go and wait at the gate for your guests. I will usher them in.” Me. 

Somehow, Mrs Msomi managed to get waiters and waitresses as well. This is a bookclub meeting dear reader, I thought I should remind you again. 

The day starts and we are hard at work. The book being reviewed is “My Worth Crowned You” by Ketso Madonsela. The poster of the book is placed right next to the created podium and the insights are spectacular. I find myself also listening in and watching the trailer of the book that the ladies play. Please see below the link for the trailer. I have attached it for you to see. You are welcome to check the library as well and read the first fifteen chapters of the book. To read further, you are welcome to purchase the book on this very website. 

All these ladies are complimenting Mrs Msomi on how much of an incredible host she is. We all had tip jars next at our stations and these ladies have tipped us very well. I am top of my class now for this hook up and Mrs Msomi is very happy. 

It is now 4pm and the day has come to an end. The ladies receive their goody bags and we start packing up and tidying up. The people who brought in these hired decor and beds come in and take their stuff. Mrs Msomi calls me to her office. 

“Zelda, you have skill. I am removing you from the domestic service job band. I will be drafting your contract soon and you will be reading it on Monday. Thank you for today.” She says, handing me an envelope. 
I accept the envelope. 
“There is R80 000 in there. Each of the girls who helped out today can get R8000. Here is your envelope. I am paying you R12 000 for a job well done and for going above and beyond your call of duty.” 
I smile at her. Like I said, she has her issues, but she is fair. 
“Thank you, Mam’Msomi”, I say. I take my envelope and leave.

…

The girls and I hit the club to spend our well-earned money. The music is great and the vibe is lit. We are dancing away when one of the girls tells us that she knows someone in VIP who has called us to chill with him and his friends. Free drinks for the rest of the night? I’m there! 

We make our way to the VIP section and we find that all these men are gorgeous. I am very willing to have a one night stand tonight. 
Then… I see Mr Msomi walking in my direction. This man though. When does he spend time with his wife? Also, my friends do not know that I am a domestic worker. He cannot expose me tonight. Please.
“Mr Msom-
“Mthunzi”, he interrupts me. 
“Mthunzi. Hi.” 
“You good?” Him. 
“Yeah. You?” Me. 
“I’m good.” He says.
“Look… my friends don’t know that I am a domestic worker. I’d appreciate if it stayed that way.” I say. 
“You have nothing to worry about with me. And we don’t have to talk about work.” He says. I nod my head. 
“Zee, come join us here. We having champagne babe.” One of the girls calls me. 
Mthunzi leads me to the table where he and his friends are sitting. They are all here with girls that do not seem to be their wives. There is one lady with a ring on her marriage finger and I am going out on a limb to say that she is out here clubbing with her husband. The man who kisses her has a ring too, so my theory has an 80% chance of being fact. 

We are drinking and dancing about. Mr Msomi is checking me out and I see him. He is a good looking man, but I cannot do that to Mbali and Siya. Mrs Msomi is a cow, but not even she deserves what this man wants to do. I move my mind away from those thoughts and have a good time dancing and drinking with my friends. 

Now it is 2am and the club has decided to bring a DJ who is playing old skool hip hop. The kind of music that has you thinking about life. My girls are being chatted up by these men we have come to chill with and I am here engaging in deep conversations with Mr Msomi. 

“Why don’t you ever go out with Mrs Msomi?” I ask him. 
“Why are you bringing her up?” He asks me. 
“She’s your wife. She’s part of you.” I say.
He sighs. 
“Sindi and I have not been in a good place in the past two years. She has also moved on with someone else. We are still married because of the things that we have accumulated together and the businesses that we have. If it weren’t for that, we would be over.” He says. 
“Oh… I had no idea. I’m sorry.” 
“You wouldn’t have known. I have also been in a relationship with someone else, but unedrama nje that I cannot handle so I have decided to walk away.” He says. 
I laugh. 

He smiles at me.

“I have a son, you know. A seventeen year old son. I had him when I was eighteen. I was a very forward kid back in the day.” He says. 
I chuckle, but lean in to listen more. 
“When Sindiswa and I met, I was very open about him and his mother. Sindi at first, seemed like she was okay with being his mother. After we got married, she made sure that he never set foot in our house or even have a relationship with Siya and Mbali. Mbali is a lot older now and my son has told me that he and Mbali talk a lot. I know Mbali lies to her mom about going away with friends then she ends up going to KZN to visit my parents and spend time with her brother. She’s a cool girl and has been there for him when I couldn’t be. I’m thankful to her for that. His mom passed away seven years ago and I begged Sindiswa to let him live with us. I went down on my knees and begged her. She said no. She doesn’t even want us to put him through school. I do it from a trust that she has no access to or else she would stop it.” He says. 
“Why does she hate him so much?” I ask him.
“I don’t even care to know. He is a child in all of this. Sindiswa should know better.” He says.
I nod my head.  

I agree with him actually. 
“She started having an affair with some man from her workplace two years ago and our marriage has never been the same since. It became further strained.” He says. 
“I see. I’m sorry about that, Mthunzi. I really am. I think you should encourage a relationship between your kids regardless of how Mrs Msomi feels about it. They are siblings and uMbali wenza kahle by being there for him.” I say. 
“My superstar. I love that girl.” He says, smiling to himself. 
I smile at him. 
“Let me call myself an uber. I need to get going.” I say. 
“Let me take you home. I don’t mind. We will drop off one of my friends and his wife at their place then I’ll take you home.” He says. 

I do not argue with him. 

We say goodbye and leave with the friend and wife. 

The car ride is just the guys talking. Us women do not say much. We get to their place and drop them off. I am a bit scared because Mr Msomi is still drinking and he is driving. 
“Can I take us to a hotel?” He asks me. 
I know what this means, but I nod my head anyway. 
He holds my hand and says, “Are you sure? You don’t have to do this if you are not comfortable”.
I look at him and say, “I am sure.” 

…

We first showered together. He was drunk and starting to doze off. I think the shower was to wake him up. After the shower, we go into the bedroom. He is naked. I have a towel around my body. 
“Are you sure about this?” He asks me again. 
This time, I pull down my towel. He pulls out a condom from his wallet and gives it to me. I unwrap it as I give him a blow job. He is moaning and holding onto my head. When I am done unwrapping the condom, I slide it onto his penis. He picks me up and puts me on the bed. He puts his penis inside of me and I cross the line. I have sex with my boss’ husband. It is so good. It is absolute pleasure. We keep going round after round until we run out of condoms. I do not even know where he was getting these condoms from. 

The sun comes up as we are chatting away about anything and everything. He is such a nice man and he is a beast in bed. 

“I’ve got such a bad headache”, I tell him. 
“It’s all that champagne you were downing last night. That shit is bad for people. I don’t know why people blow money on that crap.” He says. 
I chuckle. 
“I need to get going. I need to get airtime and call my mom. I need to also go to the mall and get a cellphone for Mohavi. He has been putting pressure on me for it. He says his school asked them to have tablets and laptops. I have been saving so his Christmas gift will be great and he will be ready for grade four,” I tell him. 
“I can come with you if you don’t mind”, he says. 
“No, it’s okay. Maybe Mrs Msomi probably needs you at home.” I say. 
“She left for Dubai after her bookclub luncheon. She went with her boyfriend.” He says. 
“Okay. Siya and Mbali bona?” I ask. 
“They are with Sindiswa’s parents in Diepkloof. Come on, let’s shower and get going”, he says. 

…

We are having breakfast at the hotel now.

“What’s your son’s name?” I ask him. 
“Mfundo”, he says. 
“What does he like?” I ask. 
“Football. And he is very good at it. I have put him in a school that will develop him in that. I want him to go play in England.” He says. 
“Wow. That’s so cool. He is lucky to have you.” I say. 
“He’s a great kid. He reminds me of myself when I was his age. I don’t want him making babies, so I need to keep him busy”, he says. I laugh. 
“So what are you going to do about Mohavi’s dad? He seems to be wanting to come into his life.” He says. 
“Honestly, I don’t know. I will have to take my parents’ advice on this one. Mohavi already believes his father never wanted him. It hurt him a lot. Now that he wants to come back, I don’t want Mohavi thinking I kept his dad away. At the same time, I don’t want Thabiso to come into Mohavi’s life and disappoint him at a later stage.” I express. 
“Let Mohavi decide for himself. Expose him to his dad and see what Thabiso does with it. Remember, we don’t know why he stayed away. You might not be interested in his reasons anymore, but he owes those reasons to Mohavi.” He says. 
I look at him as I let his advice simmer on me. 

We made our way to the mall and he bought me a new cellphone, an iPhone 12 then bought Mohavi an iPhone 11. He bought Mohavi an iPad and MacBook as well as an HP laptop. I am very thankful to him and I made sure he knows. I made him buy a few things for Mfundoas well. 

We went back to my house. I cooked for him. He says he was helping me cook, but he just sat on the kitchen bar stool and drank beer. He at least kept me company. 
After we had dinner, we settled for a movie on Netflix. We logged into his account and watched away. We had popcorn even. The night ended with us in bed together again.

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