3 days to Christmas

My family and I arrived at our LA Christmas home last night. People are either jet-lagged or tired. I’m also feeling a bit lazy. Fikile has been a bit sick. She keeps saying she hopes she’s not pregnant. I wouldn’t mind if she is. When I told her this, she said, “What?! We are grandparents! We have no business making any more children.” 

Honestly, I’d never say no to more children. Rofhiwa having kids has got nothing to do with me. If my wife and I can still have babies, I don’t see why we shouldn’t. 

She’s still asleep, so I make my way downstairs. 

There is a bit of chatter, so I assume people are awake. Rofhiwa, Khanyisa and Reahile are up. Rofhiwa and Khanyisa are busy in the kitchen while Reahile sits on the other side of the kitchen, chatting with them. I love to see my children get along. I love a home that is overflowing with happiness, laughter and love. My parents were not always wealthy, but our home was always warm. My dad worked hard. He was the brother who was not handpicked by my grandfather to take over the Ramaru business. It made him and his brothers loathe each other. When the business had to come to our generation – my brothers and cousins – it was decided that we would all take over because the family couldn’t afford to be split again. The business was meant to make us wealthy, not split us into camps. By the time myself, my brothers and cousins took over, the business was big enough and well-divided for there to be more than one CEO. But, my brothers and I are the ones who became CEOs of all pillars, thus making us fight and split from our cousins. 

Now look at where we are. I worked the hardest in my pillar, but Kenneth had decided that my kids would be left out and his kids would take over.

I’m fortunate to have a wife who built with me. I left it all and I decided to do my own thing with my wife for my family. My kids’ story has to be different. I don’t want them fighting. I want them enjoying the benefits of the hard work that we all put in so we could have all of this. 

Last year, the company bought two private planes. One is used by us. The other is used by the Msomis. That’s how well we are doing. So, when I walk into a loud kitchen of laughter and people teasing each other, the long hours and the crazy corporate culture I have to deal with to build our wealth is worth it. I had asked Reahile last year to spend Christmas with us. This year, I didn’t ask because I didn’t want the Mohales to feel like I’m disrespecting them now. I know that when my three boys get married, their wives and kids are spending Christmas with us every year – non-negotiable. But when Reahile told me that they will be with us again this year, I was so happy. I didn’t even do the “are you sure” nonsense. I happily said yes, and my family is together this year again. 

“Hey papa”, Rofhiwa greets me. She caught me smiling at all of them. 

“Why are you guys laughing at Khanyi?” I say, walking to sit next to Rea.

“Because we all know that she wants KB here. But there’s a thing called marriage that they still need to enter into.” Rofhiwa says then all three of them laugh. 

Khabane actually asked me and Fikile for permission to propose to Rofhiwa on her umemulo. That’s next month. And by next month, I mean in two weeks’ time. 

I laugh too.

“Ey, but for all we know, this time next year, she could be a married woman.” I say. I just want to see how she would feel about it.

Rofhiwa and Rea look at her for a reaction. It’s very possible that Reahile knows something. He and Khabane are close. 

Khanyi smiles to herself and blushes. 

“Are you ready? You are only turning twenty-one next year.” Rofhiwa says.

“With Khabane, I’m ready. If it were anyone else, I probably wouldn’t be.” Khanyi says. 

“You really love him, don’t you?” Reahile. 

“Very much. Probably the way that kazi loves papa.” She says. 

Wow!

Reahile smiles at her. I can’t really read Rofhiwa’s reaction. But I think she might not be happy about Khanyi getting married right now. 

“What are you guys making? It smells so good in here”, Fikile says as she walks into the kitchen.

“Hello, my love”, I greet her, standing up and kissing her. 

“Kunjani, sthandwa sami?” She asks me, kissing me back.

“I’m good. How are you feeling today?” 

“A bit more rested. And I took the test. I’m not pregnant.” She says.

“WOAHHHHH!” All these three kids say. 

“What?! I want more children. Fikile doesn’t.” I say. My wife is still in my arms. 

“Papa, you have six kids and two grandchildren. What are you doing with more children? Please! The grandkids will keep coming. We will just bring them to you”, Khanyi says and we all laugh. 

I pull my wife to a chair and make her sit on my lap. 

“Where did you guys get all this food from? We haven’t even been shopping yet”, Fikile. 

“We woke up and went this morning. We just preparing breakfast now. The boys and the twins will probably be up soon.” Khanyi. 

“Okay, would you like some help?” Fikile. 

“Nope. You and I are going upstairs. These ones can finish up here.” I say and lead my wife upstairs.

“There are children around you! Behave!” Rofhiwa says and we all just laugh.

What a beautiful start to the day!

…

We have just arrived at our airstrip. My family and I are flying to Switzerland to spend Christmas there. Christmas is tomorrow, so we will land Christmas morning. We were supposed to leave yesterday, but Thingo was away with friends and missed his flight back. I’m very pissed. Koena was very angry too. But he’s here and we are about to leave. Mfundo and his family arrived yesterday and they even slept over because Thingo was just…

Mfundo and his family left last month to go back to their house. 

Now, we are boarding our flight. I have an NR assigned private plane. This one is assigned to Mfundo and I. The other one is assigned to Fikile and Thomas. I love the benefits of our hard work. I’m motivated always. 

Obviously, Phiwa is in my arms. I mean… we just have that connection. 

Mfundo and Bontle were fighting about where Mbali is spending Christmas this year. Her mother wanted her to spend Christmas with her, her wife and the baby they have together… Mbali’s sister. But Mbali heard about the family trip to Switzerland and she protested. So Bontle fought with Mfundo and Nene. It was a bad fight, to a point where this time, Bontle’s parents phoned Koena and I and the fight took a whole other turn. 

Now, Mfundo has decided to take legal action against Bontle for full custody of Mbali. So, it’s bad. But Mbali is here. With us. And she’s happy. Nene is stressed. She wasn’t even producing milk for Phiwa as a result of stress. She told Koena that she’s worried about Mbali and that she doesn’t want this for Mbali. Mbali will be the most affected by this and that’s what she hates about this situation. So, she said she’s getting Mfundo to sit with her and Mbali and explain what’s about to happen. Bontle is a very spiteful person. She will twist this and make Mbali believe that her father is trying to replace her mother with Nene. So, Mfundo must get ahead of it and be transparent with Mbali. 

Nene is smart and she has clearly studied Bontle well to be able to make such an analysis. 

I go into the plane now that my entire family is inside. I sit next to Koena. Phiwa sits between Koena and me. Nene and Mfundo sit together. Nene has her head laid on Mfundo’s shoulder. Mbali, Liso and Zothile are sitting together. Zothile decided that Mbali and Liso are his crew of choice. I think it’s because Thingo lives in his own world. His crew is everyone- but mostly Nene. I used to think he had a crush on her. I even called him out on it. He told me that Nene is his sister and I’m gross. That’s what he said to me, “Dad, you are actually gross! Nene is my sister. Something is wrong with you.” 

Lol!

But today, he’s asleep. He’s drunk from wherever he came back from. Koena slapped the shitout of him, yelled at him and all. Mfundo and I had to calm her down so that this plane ride could be peaceful. So Thingo is sulking and is sleeping on his seat where he sits alone.

“Mah, I pumped her milk before we left the house. Is she hungry?” Nene asks Koena. 

“Please give me her bottle. If she gets a bit fidgety, I’ll feed her. It’s a long flight ahead.” Koena.

Nene gives us Phiwa’s bottle.

“I’m craving all the things I cannot eat because I’m breastfeeding and madam over there reacts to everything I actually enjoy eating”, Nene says.

We laugh a bit. 

“I was that way with Thingo. Yoh, I couldn’t eat much.” Koena says. 

She just had a bad time with Thingo. She was slightly depressed. She was incredibly insecure. Her entire diet changed. She just went through a lot. I was even worried when she was pregnant with Zothile. But with Zothile, it was much easier. Her therapist – yes, she started seeing a therapist after Thingo – told her that she probably still had trauma from Mohavi’s death and the trauma of what she went through when she was pregnant with him. She was a teenager and she did it alone because Mohavi’s dad was a useless asshole. So with Thingo, all she knew about pregnancy was what she went through with Mohavi. Now with Zothile, she had Thingo’s experience to refer to and it was easier. She found that it’s different now. And that I’m not going anywhere. After Thingo, I didn’t want more kids. But after Zothile, I wouldn’t mind another one. Thomas and I definitely decided we would convince these women for just one more. But Koena swears that she’s done. Thomas says that Fikile swears she’s done too. We clearly have to work harder at it. 

In the evening, the kids are asleep. Koena is still up with me.

“We have such a big family. And I can’t believe our mothers didn’t want to spend Christmas with us.” Koena says. 

“Our mothers have lives, baby. Let them be.” I say. 

She nods her head. 

“So how about you give me another baby?” I ask her. 

“Mthunzi Msomi!” She says and she’s shocked! 

“Hawu baby, look at how beautiful our kids are. We make beautiful kids.”

“You are a mkhulu to three people.”

“So?! They are Mfundo’s kids.” 

“Mthunzi, are you actually being serious right now? I’m over forty years old. Surely, my eggs aren’t producing healthy kids anymore.” She says. 

I just laugh. 

“No Mthunzi Hai baby.” She says.

“At least say you’ll think about it. Please.” 

She just looks at me and shakes her head.

“If my opinion counts for anything, I don’t want another sibling”, Thingo says. Why isn’t he sleeping?!

“That’s not your decision to make.” Koena says. Also, she’s still pissed off at him. Why isn’t he lying low and staying clear of his mother? 

“I was just saying…” 

“What are you just saying? Are you sober now? You were drunk and made us leave late. Christmas will find us in the air and probably between different time zones because wena you chose ukudakwa! Uska’ng te nna, wena Thingo! Usike wa lika ho nteka tumelo!”

Ey, Thingo is hlokolozing le pantsula! He must shut up! 

Mfundo and Nene even wake up. 

“But mah-

“Thingo, stop talking.” Mfundo. 

“They want to have more kids”, Thingo tells Mfundo. 

Mfundo is a bit thrown off. He even laughs. I laugh too. 

“I was just saying that I don’t want any more siblings.” Thingo. 

“Ja hey. It’s just weird. You guys are grandparents. If you want more kids, you can have Phiwa. She’s right at home with you two.” 

Mfundo says and we laugh. 

“Mah, I’m sorry.” Thingo says.

Koena is pretty pissed. 

“This will never happen again. I promise.” Thingo. 

“Thingo, I know you are a grown man now and you have your own house and a job. But you will respect your father and me. We are still your parents and we still expect the obedience of a child from you.” Koena. 

Thingo nods his head. 

“Have you ever seen Mfundo or Nene drunk around us?” Koena.

Mfundo shakes his head. 

“Jwale where do you get such audacity from? To be drunk in front of us? And even make us wait for you when we should be leaving the country… because watawa wena?” 

Silence. 

“Thingolwethu, if usohlanya, tell me. I’ll have you admitted very quickly. But if you ever pull a stunt like that ever again, I’ll bury you! Do you understand me?” 

Thingo nods his head. 

I’m a bit… I don’t know how to feel. This is my child. 

“And one more thing…”

Silence. 

“If my husband and I want another child, I don’t understand how it concerns any of you!” 

We all just burst into laughter… Even Thingo, the brave one.

…

“It’s Christmas here. Merry Christmas, baby.” I say to her. We are facetiming.

“Tholoana Kingdom is nine hours ahead. It’s still Christmas eve here.” She says. 

“I don’t like this thing of us waking up in different continents on such special days”, I say. 

“Yeah well. It’s going to have to be like this until – 

She pauses. 

I hope Rea and/or papa didn’t tell her about my plans to propose to her. But she’d have told me. 

“Until?” 

“Fifi and Rea were teasing me about us not being married and that’s why we can’t be together for holidays. Then the conversation went into how I would react if you proposed.”

The hell?!

“Then Fifi basically said that I’m way too young and it would be reckless of me to agree and selfish of you to even ask.” 

Fifi needs to get a grip and Rea needs to give her sex. 

“What do you think? Do you agree with her?” I ask her. 

“No. And I told her, Rea, papa and kazi that with you, I’m ready. I’d marry you today. Right now. But if it were with someone else, I would probably want to wait a little longer.” 

I smile at her then say, “You know I’d honour you, right? Wake up every day committed to loving you right and loving you better. There’s no woman for me but you. I fell in love with you even before you had eyes for me, and I have never looked back ever since.”

She smiles and says, “I love you too. And young as I am, I’d do my best to make sure that I’m a good and honourable wife to you. You have my word, my body and my heart. I’m yours Khabane Seete.” 

“You see why I want you waking up next to me every day?” 

She laughs. 

She’s so beautiful. 

“I just got a notification that my Christmas gift for you has arrived at your house. Please go check.” She says. 

“You sent me a Christmas gift? Baby!” 

I didn’t get anything because I knew she’d be in another continent. 

She laughs and says, “Yes, Bane, I got you a Christmas gift.”

“Khabane!” I hear my mom calling me.

“My mom is calling me. The gift people are probably here.” 

She laughs.

I’m in so much disbelief. 

I make my way downstairs. She’s still on the line. I keep shaking my head at her and she keeps laughing. 

“Hey Khanyi”, Ru grabs my phone from my hand. 

I hear them talking and I go outside to my parents. 

“You have a delivery”, my mom says. 

I sign for it as requested. 

Then he gives me three big ass boxes wrapped in Christmas wrap paper. 

“What’s this?” My dad asks. 

“I don’t know. It’s my gift from Khanyi.” I say. 

My dad helps me carry the gifts. The delivery dude leaves. 

“Bane, I’m going to sleep now. I’ll call you when I wake up.” She says when I get my phone back from Ru and after thanking her for the gift. I haven’t even opened it yet. 

“Okay baby. I love you.” I tell her.

“I love you, babe.” She says. 

We hang up. 

We are having breakfast now. Pope, Ntuthuko and his three kids, Aunt Fifi, Akwande… they are all here spending Christmas with us. They always do. 

“Where’s Sis’Khanyi?” Ntuthuko’s kids keep asking me. And I’ve already told them fifty times that she’s not here. At this point if they think I’m hiding her, they can search this house for her. I miss her too and I wish she were here too, but I’m not answering this question again. I’m done! 

Breakfast is pretty cool. 

Our parents are happy. 

My mom and Aunt Fifi are forever in the kitchen, but they bring out some nice things. 

The Mohales are joining us at lunch then we are all opening the gifts. My gifts from Khanyi are in my room. I’ll open them later when I’m by myself. 

Ntuthuko’s kids want to swim. We’ve just finished breakfast. 

“Can they swim or do they need supervision?” Only Ru would ask something like that. 

“I don’t think they can swim. The water just fascinates them”, Ntuthuko says, laughing. 

“Eh baba, we don’t want people drowning and dying on Christmas”, I say. 

We all laugh. 

Akwande jumps into the water – backflips into the water actually. I hope he’s prepared to supervise his nieces and nephew. 

“Akwande, why would you do that knowing that we have these three who want to be in that water? Now we can’t even lie and say the pool is broken or something.” Ntuthuko. 

“You can come in and swim with me.” Akwande tells Ntuthuko. 

Now that I think about it, I’ve never seen this guy in a pool. 

“Can you swim, ndoda?” I ask him.

Ru is already laughing. 

“Hai! I’m a black man who grew up in the homelands then went to prison. Where was I learning how to swim?” He says.

Yoh we are actually laughing. 

“Must we teach you?” Ru says. 

“Hai wena!” Ntuthuko says. Ru and I are in stitches. 

“Uphuma mini uMohato edanyane?” He asks me. 

“I don’t know. But I heard he wants out of the game.” I say.

“I hope they let him leave. He’s a liability. What he’s asking for is honestly the best way out for us.” He says 

“Yeah. Has pope said anything to you about letting him go?” I ask him. 

He shakes his head. Then he says, “But we’ll ask him and share our opinion. The issue could be Mofomahadi.” 

“Yeah. She has a weird soft spot for him and she fights for him even when he fucks up.” I say. 

“Maybe she will fight for him to leave. I wouldn’t mind that.” He says. 

“But this is Mohato. And if Zari has anything to do with it, he won’t just leave. He will want a pay-out and the pay-out won’t just be cash.” I say.

“He can take whatever he wants. Makahambe.” Him.

“Please drive with me. I need to go see intombi yami.” He says. 

“Where?” 

“In the township.” 

“Okay.” 

What else am I doing? 

We left the kids with everyone who was at home. I’m in shorts and sneakers. He is driving his car. I’m in the passenger seat. It’s so hot. 

We get to the township and the streets are full. Aren’t people indoors enjoying Christmas with family?

We get to this guy’s girl’s house. We park outside. He texts her that she’s outside.

This girl walks out with another girl. I hope this girl is not hired to keep me company. I’m not interested. I miss my girlfriend. 

Ntuthuko climbs out of the car and attends to his girl. The friend comes to my side of the car. Shit!

“Hi”, she greets me. 

“Hi.” Me. 

“Please walk me to the shop. My aunt asked us to get some stuff for her.” She says.

Eish.

But I get out of the car and I walk her to the shop.

“I’m Rebecca by the way.” She says

“Khabane.”

“Nice to meet you, Khabane.” 

Instantly, my phone goes off. I check the caller ID and it’s Rea calling me. 

I answer the call. 

“Sho”.

“Ey wena. Who’s that girl you are walking with? Khanyi is fucken pissed.” He says “What?!”

“Zari sent her a picture of you and some girl at a township walking together. She’s livid!” 

“Zari?” 

“Khabane, stop what you are doing right now”, he says.

I just turn around and go back to the car. 

Where the fuck did Zari see me?!

I receive a text from Rea. It’s the picture. It looks like it was taken from inside a house window. Zari is spying on me now?! 

Fuck! 

“Is everything okay?” This Rebecca person asks me. 

She’s still next to me? She actually followed me back to the car. 

“Please just stay away from me. Please.” I say. 

“Are you okay?” Ntuthuko asks me. 

“Please take me home. Please.” I say. 

He gets into the car, says goodbye to his girl and we drive off. 

“Yini ndoda?” He asks me. 

“Someone took a picture of me and that girl I was walking to the shop then sent it to Khanyi. She’s pissed.” I say. 

Ntuthuko is quiet.

I try to phone Khanyi. 

She rejects my call. 

“I have to get to LA”, I say.

“Hai bo!” 

“My girlfriend is pissed off at me and thinks I’m cheating. I need to explain myself.” 

“You need to calm down. She should trust you.” 

“I don’t need to hear this right now.” I say. 

I call Rea.

“Sho.” 

“Please put Khanyi on the phone.” 

“We are sleeping, dude. It’s nighttime this side.”

“Rea, I’m begging you. Please. She’s not taking my calls and I need to speak to her. Please. Or else I’m getting on a plane and flying to LA.” I say. 

“Heh banna!” 

“Rea –

“Okay, shup. I’m going to her room.”

I’m on hold while he does I don’t know what. He’s even put me on mute so I cannot hear what’s happening on the other side of the line. I’m guessing he’s convincing her to talk to me because this is taking a while. 

After about ten minutes…

“Khabane”, Khanyi says over the phone. 

“Baby, I literally just met that girl today. I was accompanying Ntuthuko to see his girl and that girl is Ntuthuko’s girl’s cousin. She just asked me to walk her to the shop. We didn’t even talk about anything.” I’m frantic here. 

“Okay.” That’s all she says. 

“Okay?” 

“Okay. Can I go to sleep now?” 

“Khanyi-

“Bye.” And she hangs up. 

I literally just panic. I let out a loud grunt and throw my cellphone out my hand. It hurts the windscreen and my phone’s screen also cracks. 

It’s evening now on our side. 

I didn’t enjoy Christmas at all. 

Khanyi’s phone was off the whole day and she promised she’d phone me when she woke up. 

Now I’m just in my room, lying on my bed and facing the ceiling. I can’t lose my girlfriend. Not like this. It’s not happening. 

It cannot happen. 

I even catch myself crying a bit. 

My heart feels like it’s about to burst. I’ve sent Khanyi i-messages. She’s read them, but hasn’t responded. I don’t know what to do. 

After a slight knock, Ru walks into my room with my mom. 

“Ntuthuko told us what happened”, my mom. 

I don’t say anything. They sit on my bed. 

“I have Khanyi on the line. She’s asking to speak to you.” Ru. 

I jump up from my bed and take Ru’s phone. It’s a FaceTime call. 

“Baby.” Me. 

“I’m not mad at you. I believe you. I’m just disappointed that you’d put yourself in that situation knowing very well that everyone knows who you are, will take pictures of you at any given minute and those pictures would get to me. And I’m in another country that’s not a drive away from you. If Ru didn’t call me and tell me that your heart is about to stop beating, I still wouldn’t talk to you, Khabane.” 

Yoh I’m so thankful for Ru.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I was just being nice. I don’t even know that girl like that.”

“But she knows you. And she knows I’m the woman in your life. You are the only person who can protect my honour because you know these girls won’t do it.”

“I didn’t see it like that. I’m sorry. Ntuthuko was with his girl and I was just there – 

“Hooked up with a random from Soweto?” 

“How do you know she’s from Soweto?”

“She was photographed with my man. I did my due diligence and researched what she’s about. She has a proven record of breaking marriages. You were small fish because we are not even married.” 

“Khanyi, I’m sorry.”

“You are a grown man, Khabane. You are thirty years old. I expect you to be respectful and control yourself. You know you are in a relationship. You know right from wrong when it comes to our relationship. I don’t understand how you thought I’d react.” 

I’m just quiet now. I’m in shit. And I’m never going anywhere near girls with Ntuthuko ever again.

“I’m sorry”, I say. 

“It’s fine. We’ll talk a bit later. I need to help with wrapping Christmas gifts for the kids.”

“Khanyi –

“Did you open the gift I got for you? Or you chose to be with other girls instead?” 

Bathung!

I just look at her.

Her face drops. 

“Bye, Khabane.” She says and hangs up. 

My mom and Ru pull a face. They even know that it’s bad. It’s really bad. I fucked up. 

…

Today is boxing day. I didn’t enjoy Christmas and my girlfriend is still mad at me. 

I check my cellphone before I go downstairs. Today, I plan to go to my petrol stations and check in… just be present, you know. 

I see a text message from Khanyi. 

“I still love you.” 

She has no idea how much this means to me. She really doesn’t. 

I reply, “Are you awake? Can we FaceTime?” 

In an instant, she FaceTimes me. 

“Hey.” Me. 

“I miss you.” She says. 

And she’s crying. 

Eish. Imagine fighting like this and we are a million miles away from each other. Eish.

“Khanyi, I love you. I’m not cheating on you. I’d never cheat on you. I’d never gamble with what we have like that.” I tell her. 

“Fifi said how sure am I that you would stay faithful to me? I’m far away and anything you do right now, I might never even find out about.” 

What’s wrong with Fifi. Does she not want Khanyi and I together? 

“But kazi says that if I trust you, I’m going to have to believe that you are respecting me and our relationship even when I’m not next to you.” She says. 

“Khanyi, I love you. If you don’t trust me, then trust that. I’ve never told another woman that I love her except my mother and my sister. I would never intentionally hurt you. I really love you Khanyisa Mbatha. And I’m serious about marrying you one day. I would never do anything to hurt you – not intentionally. Yesterday was nothing. I don’t even know that girl. And I’ll probably never see her again. And I’m fine with that.” 

“And if you do see her again? Or anyone like her?” 

“I’m not even saying hi. I walk away. I only have eyes for Khanyisa Mbatha. I only love Khanyisa Mbatha.” 

She’s still crying.

“Do you want me to fly to LA?” I ask. 

She laughs. 

I smile at her then give a little light laughter. I’m glad she’s laughing. 

“My dad didn’t wish me a merry Christmas. I sent him a gift and he didn’t even call to say thank you. But I saw Latifah posting Christmas pictures and they had a great time with their kids. I feel so rejected by him. He genuinely treats me like something that kazi took off his hands as a favour to convenience. What did I ever do to him?” 

Eish.

“Baby, I can’t speak for him. I don’t know what’s happening in his mind. But my love, that’s got nothing to do with you as a person. He’s missing out on one of the most phenomenal people that have ever walked the earth. I actually feel sorry for him. Anyone who passes out on an opportunity to spend time and life with you has no idea what they are missing out on.” I say.

“You sure?” 

I nod my head.

She nods her head. 

“Babe, I need to tell you something. But you cannot repeat this to anyone. I mean it.” She says. 

“Okay?” Why am I scared?

“I found out something. And I don’t know what to do with the information.”

“Khanyi, you are scaring me. What is it?”

“Rofhiwa is having an affair.”

WHAT.THE.FUCK?!

She sees my shock.

“Bane, I tried to confront her.”

“And what did she say for herself?” I ask her.

“She slapped me and told me that if I choose Rea over her in this instance, I’m dead to her.” 

Rofhiwa is selfish! Selfish!

“I want her to stop. Rea doesn’t deserve this. I don’t understand why she’s doing this. It doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t know what to do.”

“Do you know who the guy is that she’s cheating with?” 

“Some guy she went to university with. His name is Matt James.” She says.

I nod my head. 

“Hang ten, baby. I’ll deal with this. Rea doesn’t need to know for now.” 

She nods her head. 

“I love you, okay?”

“I love you too.” Her.