The Orchid: Chapter 3
Written by Leeto Mshweshwe
I am shaking in my boots. I have no idea where we are going and how I will be recieved where we are going. He is driving, he looks so calm and collected, and me? I am nervous and anxious. He looks at me like i am something to eat. The way he is smiling feels more of “Im gonna have you for dinner” type of smile than “its gonna be okay”.
Paranoid? Maybe. But I am anxious, really anxious. My palms are sweaty and my hairs are literally standing. I keep brushing my arms, feeling frustrated. I have known this man for less than a week and already he feels comfortable to introduce me to his daughter? Is he dying soon?
We arrive at a beautifuly built tuscan style double story house. It reminds me of an Italian Painting I wanted to buy a long time ago when I was still a struggling artist. By the time i had enough money to buy it, some rich idiot had bought it.
He pulls me closer and kisses my forehead. “You will be just fine” he says as he presses the door bell.
Now we wait!
He squeezes my hand and whispers with a smile on his face, not even looking at me. “She will love you, I know” he is convinced, he’s so excited.
The door opens. She first looks at me then him. She is one gorgious lady. Tall, like a model. Perky breasts and butt. She is wearing the highest heels I have ever laid my eyes on. They are shiny and glittery. Her nails, she could dig a grave. Her hair, she could donate it to the cancer foundation.
I blink, He is smilling at her, she is disgusted.
“You have 2 hours” she says, leaves us at the door and walks away. We follow her in the down and straight down the passage.
.. The nursery is beautifully decorated with cartoon princesses. From Barbie, Sofia The first.. You name them.
And there she is, she is adorable. Looks like her father. That smile, those eyes, those teeth. If she were a boy, I am sure she would be the exact replica of him.
She runs to us and jumps on him. He picks her up. She screams. “DaddY” with so much excitement and completely oblivious to my presence nor her mother’s who is paying no attention to us but her nails. She is blowing that gum like a ratchet ghetto rat. Sorry for judging but she is ratchet. I can just smell her.
“Baby, This is Portia, Zana’s mother.. Portia, this is Cateleya. My Empress” I dont know whether to smile or let out my hand for a handshake. I settle for a nervous wave. He looks at the cute bundle of joy he is holding, I can’t help but smile.
“I see, so she is my replacement” she is raising her nose. The Rat is undermining me. Looking at me from head to toe. Girl!! I went to a township school, I can be ratchet too.
I look at Mkhululi talking to Zana some toddler jibberish. She is giggling nonestop and he is tickling her. I love this side of him. It warms my heart. I want to experience it with our children. Wait… Whaaaat? Did I just think that far? I haven’t even shagged the man. Jeez!
“Zana, This is Aunt Leya.. Baby, this is my princess, Nkosazana Malinga. My precious diamond” he is proud, I can see it in his eyes.
“Zana is not a Malinga” Portia says, not even looking at us.
“Shut up” He tenses up, I can feel his hand gripping me tight. He puts Zana down and tells her to go play. She stands and looks at me. “I’m a princess, Just like Sofia. I have a very big kingdom” she is too adorable . I am inlove.
“Really?” she pulls my hand and we are running to her play station. Mkhululi pulls Portia violently and closes the door. Zana shows me all her toys. She’s 6 and still in preparatory school. But she is smart.
Yelling and shouting interrupts my conversation with Zana. Portia and Mkhululi are at each other’s throats. I cannot hear clearly what is being said, but its rough out there. Glasses shatter, Zana is frightened. She runs to me and holds on tightly.
“Aunty Im scared” she is frightened. But something tells me she is familiar with this racket.
“sssshhhh Its okay baby” I am comforting her. I have no idea what is going on here. I can hear Portia screaming and yelling. Mkhululi is also not backing down. I am starting to get agitated.
“Princess, Stay here okay… I will go and check!” she nods. I kiss her forhead and walk to the door. I bump into Portia, her hair is a mess, her hand is bleeding. “Move Bitch”
Call me a bitch one more time!!
She picks up Zana and walks out leaving me standing there. Zana is kicking and screaming. I walk out, Mkhululi is putting on his jacket, when did he take it off? I step on the glass pieces on the floor.
“we need to go, Portia is insane” he says. He is used to this racket!
We leave. The way back to the hotel is quiet. I am not ready to say a word. I want to hear what he is going to say first.
“She refuses for Zana to take my surname. She has to take my surname. Its tradition. I paid damages. We spoke to her family and they agreed to give us Zana, now she is using Zana for financial gain. You know what she wants now, on top of that house, a Lamborgini.. Where the fuck will I get the money for a damn Lambo.. jeez!!”
He bangs the steering wheel. He is frustrated, he is angry, he is just enraged! I bet he is thinking twice about me now. We, women are drama with a full stop.
We arrive at the hotel just after 2pm. He suggests lunch and I am so hungry I could eat a whole Leg of a Lamb. He wants to take a shower, I attempt to help him take off his jacket because i can see he is struggling but He refuses, politely and walks to the bathroom still dressed. I hear the waters running while i freshen up. Few minutes later, he is out in just a towel. He is walking towards me. I am not blinking, at all.
“staring is rude my love” I blink, rapidly before I look for something to do.
He turns around with his back facing me. I can’t take in what I am seeing. Is that why he refused me taking off his Jacket? He had a huge scar on his shoulder back. It’s bleeding. I walk towards him and trace my fingers on it, they come back covered in blood.
“I didnt want you to see it, I know blood freaks you out, so I didnt want you to see it, but I need your help baby” he begs, silently as i am staring at this scar on his back.
“she tried to kill you?” I ask. I am concerned. That Hoodrat just tried to make me a widow before I am even a wife. What the hell!!
“she has always tried to kill me baby. Its our machanism, its how we communicate.” he is taking this just like another lame obstacle.
“but its not healthy, for either of you or even Princess Zana” I say, I didnt even realise that I am smiling. He turns around and looks at me.
“what do you think, about Zana?” he asks, I can see he values what I think about her. No man wants to choose between another woman and his child. I give him the answer he wants to hear, the answer that has dominated my heart. “she is adorable” he holds my hand. He looks me straight in the eye.
“Thank You” he whispers and plants a light kiss on my lips. I nod slightly when he looks at me. I pull him to sit and I nurse the scar.
We have lunch at 3pm, but who cares? And who’s counting. We are laughing and just chatting generally. He is a crazy man, he makes me laugh uncontrollably. He makes me forget about the outside world for a while. He is different, from the guys I have met. He is smart, elegant, educated and he holds culture and tradition. My dad’s list is fully ticked.
I should call him. Maybe later, I dont want to interrupt our lunch. It is just too perfect, I dont want this afternoon to end. I dont want to be away from him.
The sun sets, we are at the in_house park, walking barefooted, holding hands. This feels like heaven. I dont wanna wake up if its a dream.
“I have something for you” he says, reaching in his pocket. Oh My God.. Its that ring box. We stop walking, he is looking at me with pleading eyes. “I bought these the very first time I saw you” he opens the box.
Its Earrings. Phew! For a second I thought it was a ring. They are beautiful. I thank him. He puts them on my plain ears. I think he is trying to tell me that I am too plain. Maybe its time I took Lebo’s shopping offer. I could use a wardrobe revamp.
We are heading to the penthouse and he has not touched his phone the whole day. “I value our time” he said, as he was switching it off.
A porter comes carrying a phone on a tray. Its for him this time. “whaaaat!!” is all I hear from him and then he stares at the phone before giving back to the porter. He comes to me rushing.
“Its my brother, there was an incident. We need to go” He’s practically dragging me to the Lobby, in the lift and in the penthouse. I put on comfortable shoes, grab a scarf incase its cold, and we are Gone! He’s driving by himself again.
Its an hours drive from the hotel to city hospital. He is on the phone the whole time trying to find out what happened.
We arrived and the waiting room is fillied with Men. They are all worried. They are formally dress.
He is fuming with anger.�
“You bastards! You let my brother get shot? Where were you!? Huh! How can he get shot in your presence, under your Guard!!…” He is yelling on top of his voice, I am trying to calm him down and he seems to be listening. Maybe its because I used these words: “My love, calm down, please”.
We are there for almost three hours. Mkhululi is demanding to see the doctor. He is going crazy. Pacing up and down the waiting room. He wants to see his brother. NOW!
“what will i tell father? What will I tell MJ? Fuck!!” he takes out his cellphone and calls someone. “get to city hospital now!!” he dials another one again. “I take it you know the news… Well get to work then, trace his steps, phone calls, everything. Find out who did this. I swear I will cut off their genitals and feed it to them with BBQ sauce” My eyes widen. He is dead serious. He is sweating and he is angry and worried. He hangs up and looks at me. He sighs and sits next to me, holding my hand.
“I would never hurt you” he says, out of the freakn Blue!! I have no idea how to respond. I end up nodding and cuddling my head on his chest. He holds me tightly and we are rocking back and forth.
The doctor is here. Melumzi suffered two bullets on his right shoulder and one on his buttocks. They managed to remove them all and he is now sedated. The relief on Mkhululi’s face is priceless. He was really taking strain. So was I, about him.
A young man walks in, probably in his 20’s, he looks like a confused teenager. Those hip hop types.
“what happened?” he asks. Mkhululi sighs and shakes his head. “high jacking, he refused to give up his car and they shot him!”
Mkhululi is lying through his teeth. He is not even stuttering. “where the hell were his guards? What the hell are they getting paid for? Huh.. To just sit and eat all day?” The young man is furious.
“MJ, calm the heck down. He is fine, and he’s now sleeping.” Mkhululi is now calm. I cant believed he lied, just like that to his nephew.
He looks at me and nods as he is hugging MJ. They break the hug.
“I need to call mom” he says, taking out his phone from the pocket.
“no need, I am here” The lady walks in. She looks like a middle aged woman who doesn’t want to give up her youthful years. She’s beautiful though , expensively dressed and accesorised. High Society type of class.. Mkhululi is annoyed.
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The ride back to the Hotel is quiet again. He is under a lot of strain. He is tense, I can feel it in the way he is shifting the gears. He is frowning, seemingly deep in thought. I don’t know what to say, I have no idea how to comfort this man. This is the first time we are in this type of situation, I do not even know how I feel about him yet. But I know this, he makes me feel something crazy yet warm. I have never experienced someone like him. Every bit of him, I have not experienced before.
We arrive at the penthouse. He sighs, heavily as he takes off his jacket with Difficulty; the wound giving him problems. I decide on making him a light meal. Lord please do not let this man refuse this plate because I will literally feed it to him.
He is laying on the couch, switching from channel to channel, not really concentrating on whats playing. I am making as little noise as I can in the kitchen.
In an hour I am done. I slowly walk to him with a sanitised cloth hanging on my shoulder and the tray of food in my hands. My knees are wobbling as I am walking.
I have no idea what satanic and zombic demon has possesed me but I kneel before him and place the plate on the table. His eyes literally hang out of their sockets. He sits up straight with his mouth hanging too. Maybe I should have bought a bowl of lukewarm water instead. Yeah, I failed him.. I guess thats why he is all eyes out.
I hand him the cloth and he takes it, with great hesitation. He is wiping his hands, looking at me with a frown. He gives it back to me, I push the plate towards him. He looks at me, at the plate and then back at me.
“are’t you eating?” He asks. I finally breath. Hallelujah! He talks.
I shake my head. I want him to eat. He has been stressing and I just need to see him eat. That is the one thing that My father taught me. If he is angry, give him food. He may throw it at you but deep down he will know that You Love and care for him. If he is hurt, give him food. Not only will it just comfort him but the fact that your hands prepared it, will comfort him even more.
The list is long but bottom line is, always feed your man. And he too will know the value of eating your food. And men; If you want to break your woman, refuse her food.
He pulls the plate and digs in, I am still on my knees watching him eat. I want to see his face when he takes the first spoon. He eats, and eats and tries to feed me too, I take a few spoons but In no time he completely cleans out the plate.
“That was lovely MaMgcina, Thank You” He takes the cloth again and wipes his hands. His deep exhale and leaning back on the couch are enough comfirmation that he enjoyed that meal. I open the fridge, There is draught beer and a bottle of white wine. He just had chicken and Vegies, so white wine will do. I pour him and my self a glass and Join him on the couch. He puts his arm around me and we just take sips in silence. I can never start a conversation with him.
�”Just how much of me did you google?” He asks. I want to deny it, I know he is just guessing that I googled him so denying would be easy, but I can’t. I am not looking at him but I can feel him looking at me. “Just a little, your name and what you do.. Thats all” I take a sip again.
“Leya, I am a very different man. I know I am. I am not ordinary. I am certainly not Tom, Dick or Harry. I am Mkhululi Malinga. What you see is way less of what you get” he says. I am now laying my head on his chest. He is playing with my afro.
“I think I’m inlove with you” I bite my tongue. Did he just tell me that he loves me? “I know this is crazy but I really do, the fact that I hardly know you does not faze me at all. I love you and I will love you even when I know you. Thats it and thats all.”
He takes a very deep breath after that speech. I know he did not rehearse that one. I know he did not first write it down on paper, I know it comes straight from the heart, uncensored or anything.
The door bell saves me from responding to such a heartfelt statement. The lord knows that this man has spinned my life around in less than a week, but Love? I cannot really say I have fallen inlove with him. Its too soon, besides I still need to get used to him.
The Driver who bought my painting walks in. He has a huge smile on his face. He slightly bows at me, I bow my head back. “Your Empress” he says.
“baby, you remember Zamani, My driver?” Mkhululi says, joining me on the couch, Zamani still standing infront of us.
“I had already gave him the name driver because I didn’t know his name” I have a jokeful smile. Mkhululi giggles, shaking his head.
“Forgive him my love, he is the shy type”
Lol, could have fooled me. Zamani is talkative, if you give him a chance.
“Go to the study, I will be with you in a moment.” Mkhululi says, he is serious again. He changes so quickly.
Zamani is gone, he takes my hand. “I know it’s late but I have some documents I need to sort out. I asked Zamani to bring them from the house” I just nod in approval. I grab the remote to show him that I will keep busy.
“No, I will take you to the spa. I told Zamani to book you a treatment for tonight”
ncoooooh that is soooo sweet!! Wait… So he knew that Zamani would be knocking by 8pm and he decided to book me a spa treatment just to get me out of their hair. ShadY!! What? Are they planning some type of heist?
I am back from the spa when the clock hits 23h00. It was one lovely session, facials, manicure, pedicure, massages.. You name it. Except ofcourse the part where the guests and the spa employees speculated in my presence who I am to MK. Yep, thats how they call my man.. MK.. My body just shivers because I remember a shady criminal from a tv show that was called Mk. How can they associate my man.. MY MAN.. To a good for nothing jailbird who wears skimpy leather clothes. The thought just messes up my head. IMAGINE!!!�
He is not at the penthouse when I return. I notice that he had taken a shower, the clothes he was wearing were in a heap on the floor. There’s a note…
‘Had to quickly dash out. MJ’s Mother called a meeting’
In the middle of the night? Who is she to call a meeting? I have never heard of a wife, calling her inlaws in the middle of the night for a meeting. It is my first time!!
Oh well.. I am sleeping alone tonight again. This holiday is starting to not be what I thought it would be.
I check the time when I hear the key turning. I am still awake, it is 2am. I hear him undress, he gets into bed and holds me from behind again. It feels like DejaVu.
It is morning when I wake up and he is nowhere near by my side. Its Sunday damnit. Does he not take a break? Can I really deal with this? I know I am very needy and clingy. What am I gonna do with a man who is hardly home?
“Looking for me?” He is standing by the door, already dressed. I look at the time, its 8am. He smiles, I die!!
“you have 2 hours before church begins.”
Church?? You have got to be kidding me. I am so embarassed right now. Last time i went to church was christmas eve. Dad, practically dragged me. Dont get me wrong, I know the lord and his miracle work but church? I am always too busy. Its not an excuse but I really am always too busy.
He hands me his credit card, like he is handing me a piece of paper. “There is a lovely botique just outside the hotel, get something nice for yourself”
“No its fine, I have my card with me” he looks at me. I cant explain his expression.
“Dont break my heart, please” he begs. How can someone beg you to spend his money. How?
I take the card and quickly take a shower. I wear a red plain maxi dress with a black platform wedge. He enters as I am struggling to buckle the shoe in the bathroom.
He slowly kneels before me, takes my leg, puts it on top of his lap and softly traces his finger on my freshly shaved leg. I am a hairy woman, I take after my father.
He is done, he helps me get up. I turn and look at the mirror to fix my hair, he holds me from behind, against the basin. I can feel his manhood against my bums. Its erect.
“get something sexy for tonight aswell” he whispers in my ear, his hands tightly on my waist. I moan, my eyes slightly closing involuntarily. The pleasures of his kisses on my neck killing me softly. The more he plants a wet kiss, the more I moan, the more he grabs painfuly but pleasurably on my waist and the more I moan again. My loins are calling out for him.
He is staring at me in the mirror. “can I go alone?” I beg. He is shocked but decides to let me. The word ‘sexy’ is in bold letters on my mind, and sexy I will get.
“be quick, we need to be in church in an hour” and by that he hands me the keys of the car and the access card to the basement garage.
“I will walk you to the car.” he kisses my neck one more time before he walks out. I follow him, literally running after him like a puppy.�
“becareful” He plants a kiss on my lips. I am inside the silver grey Jaguar. I do not even know what version it is. But its a Jaguar and its a sports car. I am overwhelmed. I already freak just by driving, now I am driving a car almost worth a million. I will stick to 40km/h. I know cops wont stop me for being slow. Slow never killed anyone.
I am starting to get used to it. I decided to increase the speed just a little to get to the botique quicker. It is far than he said it is. I drive for almost 15 minutes. Its not a botique, this is a mall!! I have no idea where to go. I settle for the nearest botique. I get a black number, it reveals a straight string line at the back, until the waist. I have a tatoo of an Orchid, so it shows very well. It hugs my body well and then has a mini fish tail. I add black an red stilletos to go with the red clutch I have. That is for tonight. For church, I grab an umbrella dress, black and white stripes, I will wear the same heels I am wearing. I feel naughty so I enter a lingere store called Entice. I buy a lacy red number. I have one thing in mind, for me to put it on and for him to take it off.
30 minutes and I am out of there. I get to the parking lot, load the stuff and Im on my way back to the Hotel. This machine has a phone, it rings just once and immediately goes through bluetooth.
“Leya, baby?” I dont know how to respond. By his name? Or baby? No, My love sounds nice.. Or MK? Euw.. The Jailbird comes to mind..
“Hey” I respond so silently.
“are you on your way back?” he asks. I tell him where I am. “great .. I can’t wait to see what you bought at Entice..” I blush, not sure what to say. I tell him I am approaching traffic cops. It seems they are checking validation. “The registration papers are in a file in the dashboard if they stop you”
I immediately take them out because the Cop signals for me to stop. I stop on the side of the road. “baby, we will chat when I get back okay, they stopped me”
Did I just say the B word?
“Liscence and Registration please?” The man says. I hand him my liscence from my wallet and the registration papers on the file. He looks at them and gives them back to me, with an unpleasant stare. I am buckled up so I figure everything is in order so he will let me go.
“It is standard procedure to check the boot Miss… Mfiki, so please open it” He has an arrogant attitude. He signals for another officer to come and asks me to step out of the car. “Is there a problem?” I ask. He shakes his head and says he just needs to ask me a few questions.
The other officer opens the boot and fiddles through my plastic bags. This one is staring at me from top to bottom, especially my legs and my boobs. He is practically undressing me with his eyes. I feel so uncomfortable right now, i could just cover myself with a Blanket.
“Captain, I think you need to see this” the one searching the boot calls this idiot before me who has an annoying grin painted on his face. �..
I follow him ..
“well well well, what do we have here?” The silver briefcase that was there when I was loading in my bags is now open, filled with hardcore cash, stored in R200s. The cop whistles in shock, I am In shock. He is shaking his head as he takes one stack and starts counting.
“10 Thousand each stack, 30 stacks… How much is that Constable?” He asks. The constable starts counting in his head, rolling hus eyes like a child. “300 Hundred hot Thousands Captain” he replies.
I think I need to pee. What the hell is that kind of cash doing in Mkhululi’s car? What happened to banks?
“Miss Mfiki.. I am afraid you need to come with us to the station to explain this dilemma”
I am in the back of a police car. I am not given a chance to explain that this is not my car or that I do not know who the money belongs to or how it got there and its procurment in the first place. Atleast i am not handcuffed!
The Jaguar is towed away!!