Miss Chubby

CHAPTER 17

Since I don’t have an appropriate dress I wear my dress again and ask Mabutho to drive me Noluthando Ntuli’s boutique. We leave Xoli in the house, cooking. We arrive there and we get lucky because we find her talking to a customer. She finishes the conversation and comes to our direction. She is much more beautiful in person and her style is so sophisticated.

Noluh: “welcome to Noluh’s boutique. How may I be of assistance?”

Me: “I am Futhy Cele. I am super excited to be helped by the owner.” She chuckles.

Noluh: “well what do you need?”

Me: “a f**k buddy of mine is taking me out on a date and I don’t have anything to wear.” She laughs.

Noluh: “you have come to the right place. Please follow me.” I follow her and she gets to the plus size section. I am amazed. The dresses are so beautiful, elegant, sexy and stylish. 

Me: “wow. I am so impressed. I literally love everything here. What do you suggest I take?”

Noluh: “you want a dress or pants?”

Me: “a dress will do.” She picks a sequins mermaid evening dress with short sleeves and turns to look at me with a smile on her face.

Noluh: “what do you think?”

Me: “I already feel like a princess before I even put it on.” She laughs.

Noluh: “well the fitting room is through that door. I will bring you matching heels and jewelry. What’s your shoe size?”

Me: “5.” She hands me the dress and I go to the fitting room. She comes with black diamante embellished strapped stiletto heels, I thank her and close the door. I first wear the shoes, they complement my toes, so beautiful, and I then put on the dress. f**k I look like a goddess. I twirl and do a 360 and on the mirror. Sandile’s jaws will drop to the floor. I come out of the fitting room and Noluh and Mabutho clap hands for me.

Mabutho: “boss lady are you sure you’re not going to the awards?” I laugh.

Noluh: “you look really beautiful. These earrings and purse will definitely match.” She hands the things to Mabutho.

Me: “lemme quickly change.” I go back to the fitting, change back to my dress and then get out. “Noluh thank you so much for helping me. I also want a dress for Friday night. I have been invited to a dinner in Wits.”

Noluh: “I know your body type and your size and shoe size. Leave your address at the till. I will choose for you and have the items delivered to your house. You will pay on delivery.”

Me: “thank you so much.” I go to the till, pay for the clothes, leave my address there and Mabutho and I head out.

We get to the house. I take a shower and then sit in front of the table. I comb my hair, tie it into a neat bun then put an artificial afro bun. I do my make-up and then get dressed. I am going to a dinner in public with a celebrity. So I have to dress the part. By the way I look so beautiful and I feel beautiful. I take my phone and take a few selfies. I then do a conference video call with my friends. They both scream out loud when they answer the call.

Noma: “b***h you didn’t tell me you’re going to an award ceremony.”

Lee: “mina I even live with her but she didn’t tell me that she is attending these awards.” I laugh at them.

Me: “I am going on a date with Sandile.”

Noma: “why are dressed up this much?”

Me: “b***h I feel offended right now. Don’t I always dress up?”

Lee: “this is a new dress. I have never seen it before. You are wearing a new dress for Sandile. Am I the only one seeing this?”

Noma: “you’re not. I think this guy has come to take our striker off the game.” I laugh.

Me: “you guys are crazy. Anyways his d**k game bahlali, I might keep him around for a while.” I lick my lips.

Lee: “shut the front door. You gave him the cookie before the date?”

Me: “kanti who am I ntombazane?” she laughs.

Noma: “you act like a guy sometimes. How many rounds did you give him?”

Me: “Jesus woke up after how many days?”

Lee: “you need a trophy girl.”

Noma: “forget the trophy, she needs a crown.” Xoli enters my room.

Xoli: “boss lady your date is here.” I turn and look at her. “OMG! You look stunning.”

Me: “thank you. I will chat with you later guys.” I hang up. I take my purse and head downstairs. Sandile is chatting with Mabutho. My heels disturb their conversation so they turn and stare at me. Sandile clears his throat.

Mabutho: “you look beautiful boss lady. You are going to make our girlfriends jealous for being with you 24/7.”

Xoli: “which girlfriends?” she says behind me and I laugh. 

Sandile: “you look beautiful my lady.” I smile and go to him.

Me: “see you after hours kids. Behave.” Mabutho and Xoli both laugh.

Mabutho: “you have bodyguards Ntuli?”

Sandile: “yes and a driver. Don’t worry she is safe with Me.” he nods and we head out. 

He is riding a white Range Rover SVAUTOBIOGRAPHY Dynamic LWB. What a machine. He opens the back door for me and I climb in. he also get in the other door and the car drives out. There are two gentlemen at the front. I guess it’s the driver and the guard. He takes my hand and kisses it. I just look at him and smile. 

When I finally decide to end whatever that is happening between us I can already foresee drama. We get to the restaurant and we head inside. People are already starring at us when we walk in, reminding me of the reasons why I don’t associate with celebrities sometimes. The waiter leads us to our table, we sit and she leaves after taking our orders.

Sandile: “you really look stunning Nombedu, Khumbuza, Magaye.” Yoh I blush like crazy. When someone says my clan name guys you know the story mann. 

Me: “I am pretty sure you googled them on our way here.”

Sandile: “I am a Zulu man, give me some credit please.” I internally roll my eyes.

Me: “when was the last time you were in a relationship and what happened?”

Sandile: “3 months ago. She cheated, got pregnant and tried to pin the pregnancy on me.”

Me: “damn that’s cruel.”

Sandile: “it is a reality.” He shrugs. He then scratches his head. “We didn’t use protection earlier on.” I laugh internally, shame he was hoping he scores on this first try.

Me: “don’t get excited bro. I have an IUD which stands for Intrauterine Device. I won’t tell you what it is or what it does. If you wanna know about it then you will have to do research.” He sighs.

Sandile: “I wouldn’t have minded if you were carrying my child.”

Me: “too soon mfethu.” Our food arrives and we start digging in. “So you grew up here?”

Sandile: “no. my family is originally from Esikhawini. Some stay in Mzingazi. We moved here when our father wanted to grow his label but it all started in Esikhawini.” I nod. “Mom is from Kwa Hlabisa though. She came to study at uMfolozi Collage in the Esikhawini Campus and she met dad. Dad was a rapper and a producer back then.” I chuckle a bit. 

I have seen their father on some occasions before he died and he wasn’t the type of man who would just rap. He has an aura around him that commanded respect. When he started his label, he never produced a song where he was the one rapping. I guess as he grew up, he didn’t want to be a star anymore but wanted to help build stars.

Me: “who could have thought?”

Sandile: “he was a mystery as he grew older. What about your family?”

Me: “we have a home in Ndwedwe where our grandparents live. It’s where dad grew up. I grew up at Morningside with my 4 siblings, 2 girls and 2 boys.”

Sandile: “how is your relationship with your sisters?” I fake a smile.

Me: “we get along.”

Sandile: “I hardly see you posting them or pictures of you guys together. You always post your friends. Don’t they like being posted by their successful sister on her social media?” I decide to shift the attention to him having knowledge of who I post and don’t post on my accounts.

Me: “are you an internet stalker?”

Sandile: “who? Me? No! I am just keeping up with the woman I love.” f**k he loves me. That’s not good.

Me: “yeah right.” I roll my eyes and take a sip at my white wine.

Sandile: “at what age are you planning on getting married?” I am really starting to hate the marriage topic. First it was Kuhle, now him.

Me: “not anytime soon. I am on the verge of expanding my company. I am planning on taking over Mzansi so marriage is the last thing on my mind right now.” His facial expression changes. He is somehow hurt by my response. He will be strong. “When are you planning on getting married?”

Sandile: “when the love of my life finishes taking over the world.” I laugh at him.

Me: “I have had enough marriage talk these days. Can I just rest tuh?”

Sandile: “did someone propose to you?” he asks so fast before he can even stop himself.

Me: “maybe, maybe not.” 

The mood around the table becomes tense but after a few drinks it changes back to normal. The live band is playing soothing jazz. The atmosphere and the vibe in the restaurant is so chilled and nice. There are 3 couples slow dancing at the dance floor. Sandile looks at them and then looks at me with pleading eyes. No, I am not about to dance with him in public. I am not about to have another Mvelo saga. He stands up and extends his hand. He is drawing attention to me right now.

Me: “I hate you so much.” He chuckles.

Sandile: “Miss Cele may I have this dance?”

Me: “no.”

Sandile: “you want me to kneel in front of you and give people the wrong impression?” I curse under my breath.

Me: “whatever Sandile.” 

I stand up and put my hand in his. He leads me to the dance floor and we start moving slowly to the music. We dance slowly while holding each other. I wish I could say this feels heavenly and magical but I’d be lying. It does feel good though and comforting. We finally stop dancing. We go back to the table and he settles the bill. We leave the restaurant. He drives me back home and walks me to the door. 

Sandile: “can I complement you for the last time tonight?” I chuckle and nod. “You look absolutely radiant Miss Cele and thank you for agreeing to go out with me.”

Me: “it was my pleasure and I enjoyed tonight.” He pulls me closer to him and we share a kiss.

Sandile: “good night.”

Me: “night Mr. Ntuli.” I get inside the house and I hear the car driving out.

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