Chapter 8
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"Who will drive who?" Zama asked.
"You done kissing your man there, sisi!" Zee said as we laughed.
"Drive me back home, my love. They're talking about me," I said to Zama.
"Oh okay, kanene a wife doesn't sleep without her husband," Zama said.
"You got it sana!" Trish added.
We laughed and I stood up. "Let me go to the bathroom," I said. My bladder was full.
I walked back into the house to the toilet and released. The music was not as loud as it was outside, and a song by Mlindo Emakhaya was playing as I washed my hands. I admired myself in the mirror, moving my head a bit and feeling the vibe. I couldn't stop smiling, and the wine was to blame. I walked out of the toilet and looked up. I saw him, and suddenly my breathing pattern was at a loss.
"Lioness," Wayne said.
I blinked multiple times, my brain going all fuzzy like there was a malfunction. The noise got louder outside as another song began to play.
"Hello," I said. I couldn't help but smile.
"You really should stop looking at me like that," he said.
"How am I looking at you?" I asked.
"Like you want me," he replied.
Oh, straight like that.
"I am married, and besides, I just got off a phone call with my husband, which is why I still have a smile pasted on my face. It's not for you," I said.
Yes, that'll put him off. He chuckled and shook his head.
"What!?" I asked.
He took both my hands and held them. He took a step closer, leaning over to reach my ears. I inhaled his scent; it was not a perfume or cologne, it was something of nature, like herbs. It was refreshing and calm. I loved it.
"You are wearing a dress without pockets and your hands are not holding a cellphone like a person who just got off a phone call," he whispered.
Oh, busted! He moved back, still holding my hands, and looked at my flushed face.
"It doesn't prove that I want you," I said. This wine was making me weak.
"Still, stop searching for me with your eyes, okay," he said.
"I wasn't," I replied.
"Don't lie," he said. I just shook my head. "If you were not lying, your body would stop getting tense. You are a bad liar too."
"I am not tense," I insisted. He smiled again.
"Madlomo, I am holding your hands and I can feel you. I wouldn't be able to explain it to you, but I feel a lot of tension in you. I easily connected with your soul or if that is a big word, let's just stick to energy," he said.
"Maybe the tension is caused by the pain inside me. Let's say you easily connected because you ought to heal me," I said.
"That depends on you and your belief," he replied.
"Meaning?" I asked.
"If you believe I can heal you, then it will be that way. But for now, stop drooling over me," he said.
"Stop saying I am drooling over you. I was just amazed to see you here," I told him.
"If you say so, Lioness," he said. He let go of my hands and smiled, then walked away from wh
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