The Orchid: Chapter 4
Written by Leeto Mshweshwe
I am In the interrogation room. There is a light above me and this place is hot as hell. I am sweating in this maxi dress, my shoes are on the table and make up I had on is wearing off.
I want to cry, but why? Why should I cry! I am not guilty of anything. I am mad, angry, pissed, where the hell is that amount of Money coming from? Huh? Why is Mkhululi keeping such an enormous amount of money in the boot of his car??
“So, where did you steal this money?” he asks me. I could spit on him. He had this smug on his face, Lord I can Just picture Mkhululi walk in here and punch the lights out of him.
“I did not steal this money, I am telling you It does not belong to me.” I am frustrated, my tears are starting to form. I have been held against my will in a dingy police interrogation room for hours. Mkhululi must be worried.
“I need to make a phone call” I say, starring straight at him.
“oooh You are one of them. Those bitches who do a crime and hide behind their so called rights… Well honey, You have arrived at park station. It is too much of a coincidence that a Casino was brilliantly robbed of 6 million in cold hard cash, and then the next day we find a lady with a portion of that money and expensive clothes… Very vey coincident indeed”
Im am becoming frustrated even more. This dark and sweaty idiot of a sorry ass cop is blatantly accusing me of a crime.. “I don’t know what you are talking about” I say, looking up at him. I can feel my eyes have turned red because they are itchy from all the silent crying.
“WHERE IS THE REST OF THE MONEY!!” He bangs loudly on the table, I get the fright of my life and scream that I do not know what he is talking about.
He grabs me by the neck, I am now against the wall, choking and trying to break free because I am losing my life in 10 seconds. I am hanging by his arm and he is laughing his arse off.
I am on the floor, coughing my lungs out. I am not sure whether it is the slap on my face or the kick in my stomach that drives me crazy, causes me to scream as loud as I can, begging, and begging, trying to save my self from this man who has no mercy.
He lights a ciggarette and take a few puffs. He looks at me. “You better tell me beautiful lady because if you don’t, I will burn that pretty face of yours” He threatens me.
Some sort of buzzer saves my face from meeting with ciggarrette ash. He yells for the person to come in. It’s a lady cop. “Someone is here for her”
“what!!” evidently he was not expecting me to be found so soon. He groans in anger and walks out, leaving me on the floor listening to the pulses of pain on my face and body. I want to cry, but I cannot. I feel betrayed, I feel violated both by this man who beat me into a pulp and Mkhululi, well I can’t put my finger on why I am angry at him but I am, after all, he is the reason I am a victim of police brutality�
“Leya?” I open my eyes, he is hovering over me. I can see another pair of legs behind him, a number of pairs infact. In one go, he picks me up like a sack of potatoes and we are out of that dark room. I hang on to him for dear life. He is shouting and screaming, I can feel myself dozing off and all I can hear is echoes of sounds. He puts me down on the chair, I slightly open my eyes. He is yelling, shouting and screaming that they will pay. He demands his money and they hand over the briefcase. He asks about my face, I must have a bruise. The cop that hit me is now looking remorseful. Mkhululi is sweating and breathing very fast, I can feel him as he is carrying me to the car.
“Is she okay?” A female voice asks.
“Fuck!! They will pay!! They will shit in tbeir pants!!” Another male voice states. It has so much anger in it, but I think it belongs to a tiny body.
I am laying on Mkhululi’s lap at the back. He is brushing my face softly.
“Zwelonke, There will be no shitting of anybody. Let this go, I will deal with it myself. Did you get the name of that captain?” Mkhululi is as calm and collected as a Kingping.
“Mabandla… Freaken Fat Pig Captain Mabandla”
I just want to get home, my home, my apartment and I just want my bed and to sleep. I had a very long day and my body hurts. These men are arguing back and forth, with the woman trying to calm them down.
The car stops, In the middle of nowhere!!
“Zwelonke stop being so stubborn” Mkhululi is shouting.
“I am not being stubborn brother, I am angry. They laid their hands on your wife! Who does that? Huh.. How dare he! I swear I will kill that bastard” Zwelonke has voice has changed, he is now angry. MJ’s mother is looking at me, she feels sorry for me, I can just read her eyes.
“will you all just shut the hell up, We need to get Cat home and let her rest” She screams at both of them. They quickly look at each other for what seems to be a like eternity. I suddenly I see smiles and then they shake hands. Zwelonke smiles and looks at me.
“she’s awake. . . Hi Leya” he is smiling, with a frown though. I respond with a polite wave.Mkhululi’s phone beeps but he does not look at it, it keeps on beeping and he ends up switching it off. He seems irritated.
We are not going to the Penthouse at the hotel, we are on out way to the estate type house. I will start calling it the Lodge.
I am in the bathroom, a hot bubble bath is ready for me. There are roses all around it and classical Jazz playing in the background. He comes behind me and unzips my dress. It slides down to the floor and I am left with my two piece black laced lingere. He unclips the bra and i let it fall. He goes down and kneels behind me, his head rests on my buttocks. The light wet kisses send thrills all over my body. I have never had a man kiss my bums before. I let out a moan as his hands make their way to my front, his finger makes a trail just above the panty gutter. I tremble. He slowly takes the lacy piece and slides it down my legs. He lifts up each of my legs out and I am left naked and vulnerable.�
A kiss on my bums one more time and he gets up and helps me in the bath tub. I am overwhelmed. A tear escapes my right eye, he smiles lightly and removes it. The water feels so good on my body. I look up at him as he gets up.
“Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes.” he walks out.
Now I am alone, I have all these thoughts rushing through my mind. I know He will give me an explanation, I need one for closure. I haven’t looked at the mirror since we arrived. I have not seen my face. I can feel the pain but how big is the damage?
I have come to realise that Mkhululi meant what he said about not being an ordinary man. Tom, Dick or Harry. I now know that there is lot I do not know about him, and I am afraid that when I do, It will be more than I am bargaining for. I am afraid.
But, the mistery in him is drawing me closer. I want to be a part of him, I want to feel him next to me all the time. I want to feel his hands, his lips and I want to hear his voice and his heart beat with the same Rhythm as mine.
The table is set, I am first to arrive. I sit where I sat on our first date. I am wearing his robe, it had his name, I found it in the bathroom. He comes in, changed from a suit to jeans and a golf Tee, and Addidas Pushies. Ooh God! He also has those too? He comes to me, lets out his hand and I stand up. He holds me so tight yet gentle.
“I am so sorry, Please forgive me.” There only thing I can do is nod. I am also holding him and I dont want to let go but Zwelonke interrupts our intimate moment.
“I just spoke to mom, she says Dad wants us all home by tuesday morning” His face is written worried.
Mkhululi nods and sits down. He looks at me. He is not smiling or frowning. He has no emotion at all. “I love you” he whispers.
“aaah Dude. Just Like that? Couldn’t you wait until you are alone?” Zwelonke complains.
Mkhululi giggles and takes a sip from his lemon water. He introduces us officially. Zwelonke is the Youngest, he looks more like Melumzi but the ears, the nose and the eyes. He gets them from my man. He is the IT expert, he is handsome too. They are all Handsome, even the crazy older brother. He doesn’t seem like the baby of the family though… I can see that they are all Mature and respect commanding men.
A call comes in the middle of the night. I don’t know what time it is but I am laying on his chest. I have lost count of the nights where we just sleep and not make love. He has not touched me in that way yet. I long for him, I want him to have me at his mercy. My body knows his hands, his lips and his touch but not the one thing that holds the pleasures of an orgasm. I want him but he’s not in bed, he is on the phone, speaking silently and seemingly in a very intense conversation. All I can hear are ‘hmm’s and okay’s .. He ends the call with a “Me too”. I am awake, pretending to be asleep. I am breathing very heavily and fast. His presence is heavy over me. I can feel his hands making their waimy gently up from my legs to waist. He rips off the covers, I gasp with our eyes doing the communication. His lips smash into mine, our tongues are dancing the samba as our hands are dancing the Pata-Pata. The moment is intense, underneath I am already naked, only wearing his t-shirt.
“Make love to me, please” I beg. He takes me into his arms and makes me his.
I think I am Inlove.
It’s been a weeks of crazy sex. We have done it all over the penthouse. In the kitchen, on the counter, on the floor, on top of the sink. It has been absolutely crazy. In the lounge, the entertainment room, the bar. Ooooh Lord, the bedroom, the walk-in closet, You name it and we have done it there.
One evening we were on our way to the rooftop restaurant, he owns that too, we never made it to the door. He said I was too sexy and that he could have me for Breakfast, Lunch and supper.
He has been an amazing man to me. We have seen each other every week, for breakfast, for lunch, for dinner and mostly I would end up at the Penthouse ripping his clothes apart! I am addicted to him… He is too.
It’s Sunday, the last time I saw him was friday on his way to the airport. His father held a ceremony yesterday. He wanted to take me with but he knew that he couldnt, I could not just get on a plane and attend a family ceremony as a girlfriend. Oh hell no!
We spoke on the phone almost every chance we got. Texting back and forth, me laughing my lungs out and blushing like the sun won’t set.
I miss him and right now I am alone in my apartment, sitting in front of an unfinished painting. I feel empty, alone and surrounded by some sort of dark nature. I cannot concentrate in this painting anymore. It’s half done and I know it’s going to torture me until I finish it..
I walk to the door just after a few light knocks. I am not in the mood for anyone. Its sunday, I need my peace and quiet.
I open, he is standing there with a huge grin on his face.
“HeeeY You” he hugs me tightly and pushes me away from the door so he can enter. He walks straight to the cupboards to find something to eat. That’s my brother for you.
“Bulumko what are you doing here?” I ask, irritated because I know he will notice that I am in a bad space, and then he will ask, I will have to explain because he will not let it go.
“I need your help lil sis” – I know thats a huge favour.
I fold my arms and look at him. I am sure he wants money. He is the older brother but he always wants money from me. “you the rich one” he says when I complain. He works as a sales person for some car company. He says he is saving up for a Taxi or school. Which ever comes first. He was always good with Mathematics and Accounting. There was a time where he wanted to be an accountant or work in Finance. He was prepared to go to school, and study hard until one night. While working as a cashier at KFC just after matric, he was implicated in a crime. A jewellery store was robbed and while the robbers were being chased, one of them dropped a bag next to my brother as he waited for a bus home. Confused and shocked, my brother opened the bag and before he could do anything he was arrested. 15 years without parole was his sentence. Luckily for us, one of my distant cousins is a lawyer so we appealed the case and my brother was out after 5 years. He was never the same again.�
He is staring at the painting with squinted eyes. He has never understood my paintings or sculptures but he loves my furniture. He has a flat in Gugulethu and most of his furniture was made by me. He is proud of me, I know. Sometimes I see the Love and Hurt in his eyes. I know when he looks at me he sees mom, he ran away from home when she died and only came back the day of the funeral.
“This is one ugly painting.. What is it?” He interupts my thoughts. I walk up to the painting and stand next to him with a frown.
I take huge breath and sigh. “I don’t know” I say and we burst in laughter. He frowns again.
“You were always the weird one” He says walking back to the cupboards. He makes himself an overflowing bowl of cereal and digs in. I am still standing near the painting but my mind has drifted off. Mkhululi is on my mind. I miss him, it has only been two days but I really miss him.
“so how is my Rich little sister doing?” he asks, completely concentrating on his food. I hit his shoulder and sit opposite him. “what? You are rich Princess and you know it. This furniture of yours and those crazy clay pots you make. You know you are rich, I know that too. Question is, when are you buying a sports car?”
I know I will be buying it for him. I will just end up taking a taxi still while I own a sports car. Maybe I should buy him a small car, he has been with me ever since I was born. He has been the best brother anyone could ask for and he has never asked for anything from me but always gave. I make a mental note to do window shopping for a car.
My brother has always been the playful type. Everytime I am in his presence, we laugh, we play, and we just become happy. Today is no difference. He is tickling me and I am laughing uncontrolably, totally oblivious to the door opening and Mkhululi watching us.
“Someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?” – I gasp in shock and quickly push Bulumko away from me. I fix my hair, breathing heavily. “Hey” Those are the only words I can utter, silently. I clear my throat. The bouquet of red roses is laying helplessy on the floor before him. He is written rage and confusion. I know he thinks Bulumko is my boyfriend or something. But he knows I have a brother, I have told him countless times.
“Th..th..this is my brother, Bulumko.. I told you about him remember, he.. He came to visit.. He works In town and .. And..and..”
okay I am explaining way too much. I am stuttering and breathing heavily. He is walking towards me and I am taking steps back. I know I have been slightly scrared of him but now, his face is written something I am not used to. I am really afraid, even with Bulumko here with me. It feels like he would overpower both of us. I swallow hard as he is showing no emotion on his face whatsoever. I am sweating, my palms are itching. I can literally hear my heart beat through my chest. I am expecting a clap across my face but…
“Nice to meet you brother” -He smiles at Bulumko as he is holding out his hand with a huge smile on his face. Bulumko returns the shake with a smile too.
“Aren’t you Mkhululi Malinga? Director, CEO and Head of Finance of International Arms and Ammunition?” Bulumko has his eyes hanging out of their sockets. Mkhululi nods, no smile just a pleasant expression on his face. “Damn! I was watching you last night on Late Night news. The melting of old and unused weapons. Its quite a good innitiative but I doubt aged owners or criminals would hand them over just like that. I mean my dad gave his gun to me when i turned 18..” – My brother has turned on his wireless radio. My dad used to call him that because once he talks then he talks, a lot. Even now He is talking non-stop and Mkhululi is listening to him attentively. Wait.. Dad had a gun? Bulumko has a gun? How come I never knew about this?
“wait, you have a gun?” I interrupt their conversation. They both look at me like I am standing infront of the TV during an important soccer game or some stupid action movie. He nods with an expression that suggests I should know the fact that he owns a 9mm silver platinum fire weapon. I don’t know what to say. I am surprised. They go back to their jibberish conversation about different machines and what not!!
It’s after two hours. I have made some food for them. They have been playing chess and having an intense conversation like they have known each other for years. I have known Mkhululi for only a month if not less and I have not had an intense conversation like them, and its only been 2 hours. I am Jealous.
I end up going back to my unfinished painting. I have moved it to my clay room to give them space. I think its a woman, but it has an adam’s peak. Maybe it is a new version of the famous Mona Lisa painting. I am staring at it. All I see is a neck and a chin. It is hardly a face, i should just change its cause and make it a tree. But I won’t, I know it will forever haunt me.
I sigh feeling rather heavy.
I feel warms arms around me, followed by a wet kiss on my neck. I shiver. The paint brush is on the floor, I am against the wall, he is breathing heavily in my ear. His hand inbetween my legs, I let out a sharp moan as he manuvers it right up in my enchanted island. I want him, I want him now. My legs are around his waist, his pants are already on the floor. “Your brother said bye” He mummbles in between the smooches while he makes his way inside of me. That is conformation enough for me that Bulumko is gone. Now I can go crazy. I am screaming, moaning, groaning, my nails digging deep on his back, his neck. I am biting and grabbing his ears. I am losing my mind in his mercy. I lay my life of orgasms in his hands. He owns me sexually. He is the death of me. His hands are violent now, The pain of him grabbing my neck, my waist and my buttocks. I swear I will have bruises or smudges. He is grabbing me tightly, I know he is close to breaking out. Only then do I realise that we did not use protection. I must get an emergency pill. He tenses, he is sweaty and he is trembling. He shoots and I can feel his soldiers rushing through my body. We collapse on the floor and curl up in each others arms.
“when did you come back?” I ask. I am dishing up a light meal for the both of us. Just some chicken and rice, nothing fancy. He is eating like its the last plate he would ever have. “early in the morning, I missed you so much” he said, with a tinkle in his eyes. I smile politely, okay I am lying. I blush, a lot. Silently I tell him I missed him too. Like a school girl I can’t look at him. “Cataleya?” I look up at him briefly and then look down again. “I Love you” there is so much emphasis on those words that I actually believe them, for the first time. “I Love you” I bite my tounge right after I utter those words. My heart races like a grand prix ferari. His eyes light up. “This is the first time I hear those words from you” He is not lying. I have avoided saying them because I did not know How I felt but lately, I have been all mushy and warm. I have been having this fuzzy feeling, I have found myself praying about it and actually found the answer, I am inlove with Mkhululi Malinga. I may not know the skeletons in his closet, how many they are or how old they are or how scary they are but I love him. I know I am yet to experience and meet the real Mkhululi, and just the thought makes me tremble.
He is spending the night tonight. He is cool and collected as ever on the couch changing channels. I am trying by all means to clean up my room and get it ready for him. I am fummbling through my closet looking for something to wear. There it is, The lingere I bought for him at Entice the sunday I was arrested. I quickly rush to the bathroom and change into it. I fix up my hair and then stand at the entrance. I am trying to seduce him, but I am failing. He is looking at me, giggling and shaking his head. I suddenly feel like Bella when Edward refused to make love to her in their honeymoon, in Twilight.
“i have longed to see those legs in that sexy tiny little thing you got at Entice… Come here” He is smiling seductively and I am more than happy to jump on him and let him make my body his.
It’s monday morning, I don’t know what time it is but he is kissing me and tracing his hands all over my body. “Nana?” His voice is begging. I groan and slightly open my eyes. “Morning sunshine” his face lights up. He pulls me up, excited like a kid. “I have a surprise for you” before I ask what it is, the door bell interrupts us. I put on my robe and head to the door. “Princess!!” He screams.
“Dad?” I choke, blink and swallow hard. What is he doing here? Its monday morning for goodness sake. He makes his way in and I can’t stop him. I rush behind him. Hoping and praying that Mkhululi does not come out.
“Dad, I am not alone” I say, praying and hoping that he does not skin me alive.
“I know, Bulumko gave me the heads up” He is as calm as a cold bottle of wine. This is not my father, at all. My father would have screamed his lungs out, telling me about my morals and culture and stuff. �..
“Baby who is….” He freezes before he even finishes his sentence. We are all in the lounge, frozen like ice cream. “Introduce yourself Boy” My father demands. He is balancing with his walking stick. Lord I pray he does not strike him with it.
“Mkhululi Malinga. URhadebe Umthimkhulu, Undlebe ntle zombini… My father is Wongilizwe Malinga of Bukhosini Village” (Calling out his clan names)
“hmm well give me some space with my daughter my boy” He is calm. He scares me. Mkhululi grabs all he can and rushes out. I want to follow him but I cannot.
“Princess..” He is frowning, I am so ashamed right now. “does he makes you happy?” I nod, he sighs. “If he ever breaks your heart, I will shoot him in the head. Now come, greet your father and make me some food, I am farmished.” Relief is overwhelming me as I hold my dad for dear life. I Love My father, He is the best.
I leave him in the kitchen and rush to my bedroom. My phone has been ringing non stop. There’s a text.
*Since you don’t have one, thought I’d borrow you one. Enjoy it*
The keys are on the table next to the bed. I want to scream but I can’t cause my fathers heart attack. I am excited, too excited. I grab the keys and rush to the door. “YeeeeY where are you going?” Oh God.. Dad is truly one character.
I make up a senseless excuse and I am at the parking Lot. There it is, a sparkling Red Audi tied with a ribbon. I scream, jump up and down, going crazy. This is amazing! I call him and scream in his ears thanking him non-stop and all he says is “You deserve much more my love”.
I am back at the apartment and my father is asleep in his designated bedroom. I quickly take a shower and in an hour I am out of that apartment, in my new car, on my way to the apartment.
I cannot wait to get to his door, the lift is so slow and I am in such a rush I could snap my fingers and find my self there. Finally I reach his door. I take a huge breath and turn the door knob. WTF???
She’s in a red leather bikini suit or whatever you call it. She is skinny and yellow boned. I am sick, just by looking at her.
“Who are you?” I ask. Mkhululi appears behind me. “What the hell Tina??” He knows her?.. She is smiling seductively at him. “Get out! Now!!!” He yells.
“I came to…”
He looks at me, his eyes are sincerely begging me to understand. I am out of there even before she finishes speaking. Tears are flooding my face, I cant breath.. I feel so betrayed, I need to get out of there. I can hear him screaming my name but I drive off. I cant look at him right now.
I am on the highway, I need to get to my shop. I cant go home. Dad will see through me that I am broken and he will want to break his bones.
The traffic lights turn green for me, I change gears and then tires screech, hooters all around me and next thing my brand new car just kissed an old scrap metal. The idiot tried to jump a red light and came right into me. I am shaken, tears rushing down my face. This idiot is apologising non stop.�
I know I am mad at him but I have no choice. I send him an sms saying. “Highway behind Hotel. Accident. Im involved” He is here within an hour. I hang on to him and cry like I have never cried before. “Its okay baby, I am here now.” The guy who caused the accident comes to us and apologises again. Big mistake!!
Mkhululi grabs him and then punches, kicks, and blows follow. I am screaming, pulling and trying to stop him but he is having none of it. He is purely panelbeating the poor guy. I am screaming at him to stop, I am crying too and he is angry as hell. The guy is on the ground caughing and bleeding through his nose. “You almost killed my wife!!!”-
He pulls me by the arm, we get into his car and the driver drives off. We leave the car there with other people still shocked and amazed. He tries to touch me, I flinch and gather myself into a corner in the car. I dont want him to touch me, I cant have him touch me with those hands. He almost killed that man. I am terrified! I have never seen such rage and anger!!