Make it Work

The Truth

30 June 2019, Saturday

Back to my old habits I wake up at 3AM and carefully slip off the couch and out of the living room to the bedroom to change and start off as I always do but firstly change clothes into more comfortable gear. While at I see a white stick on the floor besides the wardrobe and I pick it up only to find out that it is a pregnancy test and I get tempted to search for proof of her promiscuous nature. In what better way to find out than to sneak through her phone. I am at this point surprised how easy it was to find just there lying on top of the headboard.

The Steve messages have increased and the call log has Steve and my sister, so at this point I just decide to look at the messages that she and my sister were exchanging just out of curiosity and there I find something that even I did not think to even have crossed my mind. How many more people are in this? I am now wondering and forget to finish the whole conversation return the phone on the headboard and head out of the room to begin my chores as I contemplate on what is going on and for now, I will distance myself from many people, I mean all and keep myself closed. What beauty is there to life if things keep popping up to disturb my mental and emotional state. If things everywhere are not as it seems, how am I to make it work?

5 AM, I am done with the chores and now just sitting in the kitchen contemplating on everything. The curse of an overthinker once one thing comes out to be deceit, scenarios get created in the head of conspiracy but when the circle expands like this, things just get hard to ingest. I will need some actual food to ingest. I take the food from last night, heat it up and sit on the table engraved in depression while pondering on my thoughts.

“Michael!”

I hear a voice calling me, but I think it is all in my head because I have been thinking too much lately. But I keep on hearing the voice calling me. With all that is going on I would not blame myself for going crazy. A hand gently is placed on my shoulder and I jump off the chair in terror and place my hand on my chest as I stare my frightener in the face.

“Are you okay?” Vimbai stretches her hand to touch me, “I have been calling you for some time now and you were not responding, what is going on?” she sounds concerned.

“Nothing, do not worry, I was just lost in my thoughts thinking about the new project I just started doing!” I answer her question and wipe my face with my hand and breathe heavily.

“Your food is in the oven, just heat it up and you will be good to go, I think I am going to take a bath now, I did not bath yesterday.”

I kiss her on the cheek, leave the kitchen to go and bath as I think on what action to take. Thankfully, I do not think I gave too much away, hopefully she did not see that I was lying to her, that is the most important thing because she will ask more questions.

45 minutes later

Finished bathing and wearing fresh clothing and I come down only to find her lachrymose. I look at her for some time from the door and seeing her like that makes me feel like drowning in tears and holding her and make her know everything is alright but things are not alright so I will hold my ground and not fall prey to my love and affection towards her.

“What is wrong?” ask her from the door as I fix myself.

She wipes off the tears on her face, “Tell me, are we ever going to be okay?”

Honestly speaking, I do not know but I need to find a way to make this work for both our families sake, for my mother’s sake.

“We will be okay, everything will be fine!” I begin walking toward her.

“How can you be so sure? You are distant, you no longer touch me or even show signs of any attraction to me, of course you do hold me but I need more! I am yours according to the marriage papers but you yourself have denounced me and do not want to take me!” she shouted as she bursts into tears again.

“Well, what do you want me to do? I figure out you already one goal ahead of me and I have never even had even a second with another woman in the bed and I could have done so but that is not how I was raised and it goes against my beliefs and there you were all along sleeping with who I thought was my friend and you two even have a secret number and you are carrying his child. I wake up from almost a month long comatose and I see you two having a couple quarrel in the room where I was lying half dead and you asking me what now? I am trying my best here and I just need time to process everything and come to a conclusion.” Yelled at her and left the house to go and meet Nhamo.

9 AM at Nhamo’s House (Hillside)

“Welcome, Mr Zimuto.” He reaches out his hand and I meet him at the middle and we shake hands.

“Thank you for having me!” I reply showing gratitude.

“Anything for you man!” he sounds so excited to see me.

A call comes in on his phone and the name is quite surprising and he excuses himself takes it elsewhere. Right now, I cannot trust anyone so I need time to myself so that I can think about what to do next and how to do it. He returns smiling unusually,

“Sorry about that man, did you give a thought on what we discussed at the hospital?” he asks filled with excitement rubbing his palms together and all I am getting from this is a bad omen something is wrong. Why did he pick that time to come to me? And why did she not even fight to prevent me from taking her to the hospital? What is really going on here?

“Yes, I did and I think at the stage I am at with my projects I cannot in cooperate you, apologies!” I inspect him.

He gets up from the sofa and puts his hands on his waist and looks at me with fiery eyes. Nhamo has never been one of the well-tempered brethren and has very low EQ.

“Too bad you married a promiscuous woman and unless you do not want mommy and daddy to find out what type of woman you married, you better reconsider! And also, you can kiss that good reputation bye-bye out the window. I will post the videos and pictures that I have on social media and you know how our society is and your many lady fans out there will go berserk on her.” Nhamo as usual not a cool head threatens me frontal.

“First, you try to take advantage and emotionally manipulate me during this time that I am very low and now you threaten me frontal, for a second there I thought you had changed!” laugh derisively, “Go ahead, do it. It will just prove how low and worthless you are Nhamo, your parents knew what they were doing when they named you Nhamo!” continued to insult him as I turn to leave.

“You are the one who is worthless, you hear me Mike!” he yells.

I ignore and proceed out and head straight to Ruvarashe’s home. Ruvarashe is a friend of my wife and I think I can rely on her to look after her when I live. She is a reliable person maybe I can ask her about what is going on.

10 35 AM Victoria Range (New Stands) Ruvarashe’s Home

Knock on her door and wait, as my eyes wonder around familiarising with place. She has a beautiful home with a beautiful garden surrounded by trees on a two hundred square meter stand, she did a great job with her place.

Door opens, and a man appears from behind it.

“Good Morning, is Ruvarashe home?”

“Oh, yes she is home, did you want something?” he asks looking at me suspiciously.

“Could you tell her that Michael is here, and I would like to talk to her, please!”

He holds his head and his defective facial expression changes and lightens up, “Oh yes, yes you are Vimbai’s husband! Come in, come right in I will call her for you, please feel comfortable.” He exults, grabbing hold of shoulder dragging me into the house.

“So, tell me Mr Zimuto, how have you been? Are you doing okay, I mean after all you have been through.” The man catechizes me.

“Everything is good, it is all good, cannot complain.”

“That is good to know, sit right there while I go and call her.” Let me go and leaves to go and call her out.

I have to admit myself, Ruvarashe has some skill the way she decorated the outside and the inside is fire. My eyes cannot stop lingering around, they just want to continue peeping around. Now that I think about it, apart from the drawer labels, Vimbai actually did make my office a cure for sore eyes. These two have been raised and taught well by their respective families.

“I have heard you are a decorative wizard yourself Mr Zimuto!” the words explode an instant terror which returns my mind back to reality.

“Whoever told you that does not know about you and needs to be directed here just for a few seconds glance upon this delightful scenery.” I exult her handy work replying her.

“I appreciate your kind words, I presume you already met my husband Mr Muchena!” she points at him sitting down on the opposite side.

“Wow! A lot did happen when I was in my deep slumber.” I am marvelled by the news and continue, “Nice knowing you Mr Muchena! It is always great to know that there are men out there able to take such tremendous steps in life.”

“I do not know if you are mocking me or being but thank you!” he leaves the two of us to discuss.

“You are welcome, wish you both a great life together!” pause for a second looking down and continue, “Speaking of life Ruva, can you be honest with me on some certain issues I am trying to figure out?”

“Just right into it like that, huh! Still have not changed (she giggles). This is so you, but please do ask.”

“Thank you! Here is my first question ummm, hmmm, (demur) there is a time period a week or two before me and Vimbai got married when she disappeared for a couple of days and when she returned back she acted as if she was terrified at me and looked at me as some kind of a devil would you care to tell me where she was and what happened?”

Ruvarashe breathes heavily and rubs her for heard, “She did not tell you, did she? Well that is obviously why you are here, (breathes heavily again). The first day she was called over by your friend…...”

“Steve?” I interject.

“Yes, Steve and that is the same day she came over to my house and blabbering about how evil men are and how disgusting they are and I could not really get it at all at first until she told me that Steve forced himself on her.” She explains.

“Forced as in r**e?” surprised and infuriated at the same time,

This changes everything now, I need to review everything and is that why Tanya has been so insisting of me taking a good care of her? And is that why she has been hard on Steve and also the rumours about Steve. To think I refused to listen to her when she wanted to talk about it that time or maybe they are inventing stories now. I need to do my research so I must proceed as planned. I feel like even if I acquire information from her, it will not enshroud everything!

“Can you do me a favour Ruva, and bring her to live with you here till I get back? I need to go somewhere and do something, promise I will not be long.” I request showing concern and anger in my voice.

“You are not going to do something crazy now are you?”

“No! I just need to do something, just take her in please, call her and tell her to come here, when I leave here I will be out of touch on any platform.”

“Why would you do that? Right now, she needs you more than ever!” she stresses that fact with a heavy heart.

“That is why I am asking you to look after her and I will not be long. One last question! Have you seen Nhamo lately?” at this point if she has seen him around she will tell me what he was doing and where he was and with who!

“Yes, he has been prying around your company building and the hospital when you were in a coma. Why ask?

“Nothing really! I was just wondering why he was being so friendly lately. Thank you, I will be leaving now. And please take care of her while I am gone until I return.” I assert because I have a bad feeling about leaving, but it is important I leave.” Get up from the sofa, “Please, tell Mr Muchena we will converse more when I return.” Emphasized on prolonging our talk next time between me and her husband.

“I will do so when he returns. Thank you for coming, have a nice journey. And please do not trust Nhamo ever!” she echoes her concern.

“I will not, do not worry! But before I leave, can you tell me something?”

“Yes, what do you want to know?”

“My sister’s involvement in all this!”

“Ohh, Tanya? Tanya actually is the one who found her in the road and brought her here?”

“If I did not ask where you going to tell me that she was here?”

“No, but you were going to find out eventually.”

“I see, so she also knows about this?”

“Yes, she does and has been the most supportive one between her and me.” She exults my sister and I, myself am starting to feel betrayed and to feel like a fool.

“And obviously the bastard knows that it is his child!”

“Actually, no, they know she bought pregnancy tests and stuff but they do not actually know that she is pregnant!”

“Both?” There is another person was involved in this? Who can that other person be? I should throw a couple of questions on her, “What other person are you talking about and the messages assumed that he knows?”

“I am talking about Nhamo! He does not know and the messages you are talking about are from who?”

“From Steve.”

“Ohh yeah, she mentioned something about that! Steve sends her messages, threatening her and more.”

“You sound like you did not believe her, why?”

She contorts her face, “What makes you say that?”

“Never mind! Well let me get going now.”

“Okay, please do not abandon my friend at a time like this!”

“I will try not to!”

Immediately head for the car. This is the end of me sniffing around now it is time I heard out of time but first I have to make a call to someone. I take out my phone and call the person’s number.

Phone call

“Can we meet at Mvuma, at my plot, tomorrow at early in the morning?”

“Yes sir.” the man answers.

“Good.”

Cut the call conversation and begin my journey. I have to make sure there is no mistake or loopholes.