That night, the old man kept calling me nonstop,
"Who is that, that keeps calling you? And why are you not picking up?" Timmy asked as he lay next to me on our comfortable bed.
"It's nothing, let me turn my phone off."
I responded.
Before I could turn it off, the phone rang.
"Pick that phone up." Yelled Timmy.
"No, I don't want to."
He grabbed the phone from me and picked it up.
"Who are you and why do you keep calling my woman?" He asked.
"Give mwinjileni the phone," Gabriel responded.
"Who the f**k are you?" Timmy insisted.
"Please give me the phone." I pleaded
"I am her husband-to-be, the person that bought that house you taking shelter in, the man she f****d this morning, now give her the phone."
Timmy threw the phone against the wall,
"Ah!" I screamed
"We need to mov
