Sold To a Mafia King

First morning at my new house

My God, I must have been very tired. I’ve never woken up so late in my life. It’s 10:15 am. I’m so embarrassed, I quickly make the bed and I take a quick shower. I look through my box, I wear a blue short and white vest with white pumps. I tie my hair into an untidy ponytail. I quickly rush down the stairs. Bova wasn’t lying there are guards in every corner of the house. I greet everyone I and see Ayanda looking at me, down the stairs. I don’t know what to say to this guy. He’s wearing all black again today. A black denim jean, vest, and black Nike sneakers. This guy is very tall. He’s 6’9 with pitch-black hair and beard. The most handsome guy I’ve ever seen pity I can’t say the same about his attitude it stinks.

“Good morning. How are you this morning?” I ask him.

“Morning. I’m good thanks and how are you?” he replies he’s not typing on his phone today I wonder what’s up.

“I’m still tired but okay thanks. How did you sleep?” I ask him.

“I didn’t sleep, but thanks for asking” he replies. “And how did you sleep,” he asks.

Shit, this guy is really handsome, he doesn’t look like he didn’t sleep.

“Very good thanks but I slept late,” I tell him. I turn to leave but I can’t remember where the kitchen is.

This house is very big, I’m going to get lost more often

“I know it’s late but have you eaten?” I ask him. He smiles showing his deep dimples, I’ll call him McDimples.

“No, I haven’t. I’m not hungry. But you can go ahead and eat the kitchen is right this way” he tells me like he heard my thoughts about getting lost.

I thank him and walk to the kitchen. There’s no one I don’t know where to find anything. I rummage in the cupboards until I find bread. I make an 8 slice cheese and butter sandwich. I sing throughout the meal, I take my plate to the sink and wash it. I pretend as if I don't see Ayanda and his guards looking at me through the window and laughing.

I can’t sit around and do nothing otherwise I’ll go mad. Maybe I can clean the yard or cook supper but it’s still very early. It’s at 11 am. I go upstairs I don’t know where and how Ayanda spends his day maybe he works from home. I continue reading the book, I wanted to buy clothes, a phone, and a laptop yesterday. I sold my old one when my mom borrowed money from a scary mashonisa (money lender) and he kept threatening to sell the fridge, microwave and TV for his R3 000 and those things cost over ten thousand rands and I bought them. I miss my music, I can’t concentrate on the book, thinking about the job I was supposed to start today. I feel tears in my eyes but like always I push them back. There’s a knock on the door. I tell whoever to come in. It’s Ayanda, he’s no longer wearing the clothes he was wearing 30 minutes ago. He’s now wearing black denim jeans and shirt, white vest and nike sneakers.

This guy sure knows how to dress. It’s like he’s tryna show off his wardrobe shem

I hear him laughing, he’s not typing I wonder why he’s laughing.

“I’m here to take you out for shopping,” he tells me.

“Oh yeah? I need a few things. Do you want me to change?” I ask him.

“No, if you don’t want to,” he tells me. I stand up and fix the bed cover put the book at the bedside table fix my hair. I tell him I’m ready to go. He leads the way, I follow him out. We walk out the door there are so many expensive cars in the parking area. This guy is loaded the garage is not big enough for the cars. He gets in the driver’s seat, I get in the back. He drives to some mall. I’ve never been to Durban before, it has always been my dream destination. This one time some girls from the class in Varsity asked my dream destination I said Durban they laughed at me so hard it hurt but I kept quiet. They are from rich families they’ve been abroad. He finds a parking spot we get off, we are walking towards the mall entrance when a very beautiful girl calls Ayanda’s name but he just ignores her. But still, she runs towards him, I walk slowly to give them space, I don’t want to hear what she has to say to him.

“Phangisa,” Ayanda tells me. (Hurry)

The girl is still talking I feel bad for her, I wonder what happened. If only she knew that he has a new girlfriend he has been texting all day yesterday, probably the whole night too since he said he didn’t sleep. Reminds me some love quote I read just last week.

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams”