Diary Of A Mafia King's Wife

Dear Diary: I'm not allowed to ask questions...

I've been married to Mlondi for over 3 months but I haven't met his father. Maybe he died?

"Why haven't I met your dad?" I ask him while tidying up the table. Everyone is suddenly quiet like they also want to hear the answer. Or maybe I shouldn't have asked him. Honestly I don't have a right to ask him about his family. We are married but not really married. I just hope one day I won't be asked about our situation, the marriage. I don't think I'll get over the fact that I married my sister's ex. Who does that? Urrrrgggg me of course.

"Maybe it's because we aren't really married"

Okay I don't have an answer for that. I almost regret asking him. But hey honestly I have every right to know we are married even if we aren't really married. This situation doesn't make sense when we put it like that. I think the most embarrassing explanation makes sense. You know my sister running away a few hours before her wedding and being to marry her fiance. Yeah that one.

"But here I am wearing your ring and using your surname" I replied, taking the dishes to the kitchen.

"You are not meeting my father"

"Okay," I replied, walking to my room. I don’t really want to meet his father, I just got curious. Maybe they don't get along. I wouldn't be surprised. Mlondi is a control freak and his family doesn't even try harder to question his decisions. It's like whatever he says goes. And I know for a fact that he is not the first child. After taking a shower I head to bed. Mlondi is sitting on the bed going through the top drawer.

"Why are you going through my things"

"This is my house" okay I never said otherwise. So if that's his way of saying he's mad because I asked about his dad then I get it. I won't ask him. I wait for him to finish and leave the room.

"Being married doesn't give you the right to ask me questions in my house." he sounds mad and I'm not in the mood to fight or argue so I go to the other side of the bed and get under the cover. Unfortunately sleep doesn't come right away. His presence makes me uncomfortable. Ten minutes he hasn't moved. I tell him not to switch off the light when he leaves. I'm not scared of the dark, but I don’t trust hubby dearest.

I open my eyes at 7am. He must've left after I fell asleep. I've never been uncomfortable in my life. After bathing I walk to the dining room for breakfast. I'm really hungry.

I find everyone except Mlondi. I'm about to dig in when he walks in with some scary looking guys. Is he trying to intimidate me? Because him being in my room last night didn't? What is wrong with this guy? It's not like I asked him his darkest secret.

Everyone stops eating and looks at Mlondi. Who's looking at me. I start eating.

"You have work to do. Leave with them" I open my mouth to tell him I will after eating.

"Now" he almost shouted. Everyone turn to look at me like I killed a person in cold blood. All I ever did was ask about his dad. I take my food and leave with the guys. We get into a van without a number plate. It must be something illegal. We drive for about 30 minutes. We stop at some house. One of the guys gives me a gun and they push me out the door. I don’t even know what we are here for and he's giving me a gun. I don’t even know how to use this. I've only seen a gun on TV. I don't know what to do with this. I try to put the gun on my waistband like they do on TV. And then I hear a very loud sound bam. Everyone looks at me. There's a sharp pain in my right leg. The pain is too much. I try to scream and no sound comes out. Everything goes black while I'm falling.

When I open my eyes, I see 5 pairs of eyes looking at me. One of the guys tells me I scared them, they thought I shot myself.

"If I didn't shoot myself. What caused that pain?" one of the guys tells me that the bullet grazed my big toe. Nothing major but it usually hurts like hell. They start arguing, asking the guy who gave me the gun why he didn't double check. He tells them he thought I was trained since I was told to go with them. I let them argue, I wonder what would have happened if I shot myself. I try not to limp when I walk to my room. I see one of the guys talking to maNgubane and maDlamini they all turn to look at me then my right foot. I ignore them. When I get to my room, I take a shower. When the water hits my right foot I scream. Twenty minutes later I limp to my closet for a change of clothes then I take off the bandage. When I open the door I find both women, MaNgubane was about to knock. They tell me that they are taking me to a shooting range. I just let them lead the way. I don't want shooting lessons. I don’t want anything to do with guns. After walking for 10 minutes we get to a big and tall building. They said shooting range but we haven't left the yard. What is this place? We sign in and both women check out the weapons and we begin with the lessons. I never thought it was possible for these two to be this good with guns