The days moved annoyingly quick I must say and soon it was Saturday, D day! Braai at my malumes place. N didn’t seem worried at all but I was so scared. I tried to explain to her why this was a bad idea but she wouldn’t listen. She had always wanted to see where he lived she said and besides she was coming there as my friend. How could she go to another woman’s house knowing full well that she was doing things with her husband? They say fortune favours the brave but this was disrespect of the highest order and yet again I was in the centre of it without even being part of it. Maybe I should tell my mom about this because I honestly felt bad. N put up a brave face when I questioned her about this but she said it would be odd if she didn’t come considering they had sad she must bring her roommate. She also said she had always been curious about where he lived. What was wrong with this girl? But why was I blaming the girl? Why was I not blaming my uncle for after all he was the one who was married not this 20year old child I called my roommate? Eish this was a tough one. If I told my mum and she caused a scene I could be the cause of a marriage breakdown but if I say nothing I could be, no in fact I would be an accessory to the crime. Again I was in a dilemma.
We went downstairs by the security where we were to be picked up. My uncle had already told us that someone was on their way to pick us up and they would call. A guy called saying that they were in the white one series. When we got to the car the guy who had called was possibly a year or two younger than me. He was so cute I immediately called him my Ben 10 in my head. That was not the problem though. Benny as we shall call him was sitting in the passenger sit. In the drivers sit was his mother, my uncles wife… Awkward! Get in girls, she said as we were in a rush. She immediately identified me between the two of us the right girl and told me how the last time she saw I was possibly four. She said I grown into a fine young woman and I resembled my mother. I had heard that one before so she knew what she was talking about. She asked us if we had packed our swimming costumes just in case as they had requested earlier on but I told her that I had had time to go buy one. N didn’t have that problem though and immediately said she had but I gave her the eye so she could shut the hell up. Aunty Thabo was the loveliest person in the world. She was bubby and happy. She spoke a mile a minute and in the time we drove from Auckland Park to Mondeor she had told us the real reason why weaves were so expensive, D&G was a better brand than LB (yes including the red soled shoes your girls all dream to own someday) right up to the sad state of politics in the country. She was so funny. We laughed so hard I could feel happiness starting to creep back into my life. The braai she told us was actually in honor of her husbands 40th birthday which coincided with their 18th anniversary. My parents had not been able to make so I was representing them. She had no boundaries either. She told us that as soon as he knocked her up she had demanded a ring of which Benny (my gorgeous Benny) complained that he was right there in the car when she was speaking like that. We all laughed. N asked her a few questions about married life and if its what its cut out to be. She told us it had its ups and down but ultimately she had chosen the right man. He was loyal, home every night and had never given her problems so she was the happiest woman alive. I felt so guilty as she said and thank God we had arrived at the gate because I would have died of shame. Even N for once looked a bit pale and relieved that we had arrived!
As Miss Party my aunt had arrived it meant that she disappeared almost immediately. Guests had already started to arrive but you could see it was meant to be a small gathering. We walked around and thank God Benny was following us around. Unfortunately I could see he was checking out N for every time I looked at him he was looking at her. I am not ugly by any means but when I say N is beautiful you guys really must take it seriously. I am sure if I was forced to go lesbian and pick a girl N would be it in a heartbeat. We saw the man of the moment briefly when we walked into the lounge and he was standing with his wife. As I had to greet him I had to go with N. It felt so awkward but N and him acted so casually about it. On the walls were trophies and the accomplishments displayed in splendour for all to see. I learnt that aunty Thabo had masters in economics and either worked for Standard Group of companies or had worked for them. My uncle was no slouch either for he had his master in engineering and worked for KBR. I could help but marvel for next to them my parents looked so uneducated. I wanted to be like my aunt when I completed. I wanted a Masters Degree in Law. I had found my mentor but how was I going to keep her should she ever find out about my friend N. My uncle said let me introduce you to some of our old classmates who know your dad speaking to me whilst my aunt asked N to come help her with something. Again awkward. I really didn’t have a choice as they disappeared. What if she knew? Don’t they say a woman always knows? But if that’s true how come it takes so long for you to figure out you are being cheated and usually its on the 3rd mistress since you started dating that he is a scoundrel! Aggggg the thoughts that went through my head. I didn’t want a scene. My uncle introduced me to a few people before he took me to the corner and told me that N had told him that I had I seen them kiss. He apologized for it and said they would keep it more discreet in the future (dude why can’t you just say you are ending it). He told me a bit about them and I didn’t wanna hear it! Just then I heard someone clearing their throat behind us and both my uncle and I froze… I could see horror in his face… All he said was…
"Mom is calling you"
And he walked away!