A Guy Named Available Episode 14 – 16

A GUY NAMED AVAILABLE

Episode 14 – 16

After dancing the night away, I had to drive Khetiwe back to East Park where she had left her car.
As we drove there I begun imagining what I would do if I discovered Ndaweni was actually not
being honest with me. Lord I couldn’t bear that pain. I was so used to him and I was already
imagining a family in mind especially because he talked about it a lot. Ndaweni always made
reference to the day he will marry me and how he would be excited to see me walk down the aisle
saying it would be the best day of his life. I remember how he often mentioned that he couldn’t
wait to see me pregnant carrying his baby and how that would really make him happy. It was such
a short period of time but we had talked about so many things, I was just glad all these things we
talked about were initiated by him and never by me.

“babes.. you look destructed” Khetiwe said as we headed to east park mall.
“”no my love.. just thinking of the laundry I have and I don’t have a maid” I said.
Khetiwe shook her head with a mocking smile.
“no.. you are worried about what I told you. They aren’t all the same” she said.
“what do you mean? I asked
“the men, they aren’t all the same. The most important thing is to just watch your steps really
well… that way you won’t be caught off guard” she said
I was really tired and all I wanted was to just rest, without any form of destruction but I could hærdly
sleep without thinking about all she told me. When we were at east park I almost went to keg just
to go and check if he was there with the mysterious lady.

“Babes… sleep tight and don’t let it bother you” she said
I slowly drove home and a part of me wanted to call Ndaweni but I just ignored that thought and I
got home. To my surprise when the gateman opened the gate I found Ndaweni parked in front of
my house. What he was doing there I had no idea but I was shocked to see him there. In my heart
I begun saying a prayer, this prayer was God to give me strength to explain myself to him. I knew
he wouldn’t understand. I should have at least told him I was out but no I didn’t. Ndaweni was
actually in his pyjamas a clear indication that he had been home and someone just informed him
of my outing, it was clear he had been waiting on me for a long time. I pulled over next to his car
and he slowly stepped out. I had no idea what to expect.
Ndaweni walked up to me and clapped in my face.

“great performance.. great performance Thandiwe..” he said.
“its not what you think I was just with a friend and …”
“Thandiwe, you told me you were going to bed.. I was in my bed fast asleep and someone wakes
me up to inform me that you are out”
“by any chance that someone is the accounts clerk from your work place?” I interrupted.

I saw him blink fast and he quickly begun to speak again.
“it could have been her but you were still out. Isn’t that the truth?”
“yes it is and I was just with my friend”

As I went on talking Ndaweni retreated and got into his car. I tried to stop him so we could talk but
he instead had only one thing to say…….
“Thandiwe you once asked me why I am still single at my age.. well its because I love too hærd
and I give my all but at last I am just treated as a blesser to finance women’s lavish lifestyles”
I burst into tears when I got into my apartment that I asked God why I was so desperate to go out
that I couldn’t just wait for another night. I was so stupid and here was a good man in my life,
every woman’s dream and I was just throwing him away. How could I be so cruel? I picked my
phone and sent numerous texts asking for his forgiveness. That night I couldn’t sleep, I called
Khetiwe and I could hear she was sleepy.
“Imagine babes.. I am so shocked and I can’t afford to lose him I really love him” I said
emotionally.

Khetiwe was very quiet and for a moment I thought she had fallen asleep.
“Khetiwe are you there? What should I do? Help me” I said.
Khetiwe sighed before giving out a giggle.
“Thandiwe, you are not young anymore….Thandiwe this guy shouldn’t take you for a fool
waumfwa?” she said.
“are you going to help me save my relationsh¡p or what?” i asked angrily.
“you don’t owe him an apology, he owes you one. Thandiwe, Ndaweni wasn’t informed of your
outing. He must have seen you himself and he was with her. Anyway.. I won’t say more. You are
an adult” she said.

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I couldn’t sleep; I lay on my couch constantly thinking about everything that had transpired. I
blamed myself for just being to excited to step out even when I could have stayed home and
watched a movie. It was unlike me actually? A part of me was even thinking that maybe my going
out was a blessing in disguise just so I could catch Ndaweni if what Khetiwe said was true. Then
how did he manage to come home in pyjamas? It all didn’t add up. I was stuck wondering who
was right between them. Ndaweni sincerely said “Thandiwe you once asked me why I am still
single at my age.. well its because I love too hærd and I give my all but at last I am just treated as a
blesser to finance women’s lavish lifestyles” that statement couldn’t leave my head, God knew I
was really confused. What was it really? What was the truth? Ndaweni had been so close to me,
we did everything together, I was always with him and we never even slept without hearing from
each other… how could I have doubted him simply because Khetiwe was convincing me so?

I realised by the time it 7am I had only slept for two hours, I was so worried about my relationsh¡p
going down the drain that I had been thinking hærd. I took my bath, tied my house a little bit and
had a quick meal before I decided to take a nap on my comfortable bed. Ndaweni did not reach
out to me. I thought he would at least try to call me or at least send me a message but he was
quiet. It was unlike him but it was obviously because of what I had been done. As I lifted my phone
to dial his number, thoughts danced in my mind. Thoughts of Khetiwe warning me to guard my
heart jealously; I was really not sure. As I held the phone and struggling to dial that number a
thought clicked in my mind… what if I just showed up at Ndaweni’s house just to say I was sorry. It
was Saturday and he was probably not going anywhere that early unless otherwise. After rubbing
the sleep off my eyes I stretched myself and prepared to go and meet him. I knew how much
Ndaweni loved red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting in fact we both did. I headed on to
Meraki café to get the perfect red velvet cake, grabbed some fresh roses, got him red wine and I
drove to Avondale to meet Ndaweni.
“How are you my dear?” Ndaweni’s maid greeted as I stood by the door
“i am fine aunty, is he around?” I asked.

“no he isn’t but he called me, he will soon be back” she said.
I walked into the house and headed to his bedroom where I intended to leave his gift for when he
was back. I thought I go but then again I decided to just wait. His bedroom was a bit of mess but I
took it upon myself to clear it up as a way of apologising. However, despite the bedroom being in
such a mess his bed was spread neatly. If I didn’t know better I would thought that he didn’t
actually sleep in it. I wasn’t going to help myself by being paranoid, i was only here to make things
work and nothing more.
After clearing up the room I lay in his bed waiting for him to return and I did not realise how I feel
asleep until I felt him peck my l-ips.

“good after noon” he said.
“wow its already afternoon…” I said stretching myself
Ndaweni helped me sit upright while he sat at the edge of the bed next to me.
“thank you for coming…” he said.
“no.. no need to thank me. I came to apologise… honey I am sorry” I said
“lets not talk about that.. I have already forgotten about it” he said.
“just like that? you seemed pretty upset yesterday”
Ndaweni was clad in a brown short with a white gold tshirt and some slippers. He looked laid back
and really handsome. I could tell he had just rushed to run an errand.
“have you eaten?” he asked me.
“breakfast..” I said.
“but I brought you cake” I added as I turned to point at the cake by the bedside.

There was nothing there apparently.
“I saw it.. I have taken it to the kitchen.. I have already ahd a large slice” he giggled.
I looked him straight in the eyes and realised how much I really loved him. I loved this guy so
much that nothing could ever change what I felt for him, such a short period of time had taught me
to appreciate him so much.
“I am coming sweetheart” he said before heading to the kitchen and returning with a tray of food.
I had no idea his maid cooked so well, single men didn’t need such maids otherwise they would
see no need of getting married. We enjoyed the ribs and fries and some coleslaw while we sat on
his bed and watched t.v. Ndaweni took the plates back when we were done and he later came
with the bottle of wine that I had bought for him which had actually chilled.

“I brought two wine glasses..” he said as he handed me one.
He poured me some while he too had some as he wrapped his shoulder round mine and slightly
leaned on his chest.
“I like this movie” I said as we focussed on the television.
“yes its nice…” he whispered before pecking my l-ips.

Soon we were passionately k-ssing and he helped put my glass on the bedside cupboard while he
placed his there too. One thing led to another and I just remember constantly repeating “ I love you
honey” and he too saying the exact same words. I spent the entire day and night in Ndaweni’s
arms and not even being ashamed of what I had done. It was the best feeling ever and Ndaweni
was just the best in that area I promise you. I remember Sunday morning looking at him and
wondering whether we were going to go to church but saying nothing to him and also seeing him
failing to let me go.
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My Monday was beautiful, I remember being flattered by the wonderful messages I got from my
dear Ndaweni when I got home that Sunday evening. We had spent the wh0le Saturday and the
wh0le Sunday together, when I got home he sent texts and told me how much he loved me. I was
blown away. That Monday I couldn’t help but feel thankful to God for giving me such a wonderful
man in my life. However, despite feeling so happy I felt my spirit drift further and further away.

Further away from God and further away from reality, I was practically living on the line with a
dying hope. See I wasn’t perfect… no far from it but I was brought in a decent Christian home. I
had exposure in my parents’ home and being raised catholic, alcohol wasn’t a problem so long as
you had only enough. Let me state that despite this exposure, I couldn’t just get myself to fornicate
in peace because unfortunately it was a sin and I knew it. My spirit always felt dry each time I did
that and it was hærd for me to return to church and pray well. Each relationsh¡p I was in where
fornication was involved, I was constantly uncertain, constantly paranoid and constantly insecure. I
told myself I wouldn’t feel that way with Ndaweni but by the time it was evening on Monday and I
got no text from him I was drained with emotion.

I prepared dinner and I set the table for one, sometimes I actually liked to use my dining table all
by myself. It was 8pm and as I stared at my dinner my heart became very heavy. “Why hasn’t he
called the wh0le day?” I thought angrily. My world was crushing and I was in so much pain. It’s not
possible that something that was so good would become so bad. Maybe I was just thinking too
much. Was he sick? Maybe he had a long day? Maybe he had a lot of audits? Maybe he wasn’t
even home yet?

After two spoons of my shrimp salad I couldn’t take it, either I talked to him or I would go crazy. I
finally picked my phone and made up my mind to call him. My heart ached so bad. Why did I have
to call him? why? He always called and he always cared to know how I was. Was this a repetition
of my life’s story? Did I open my legs too early? But don’t some ladies do that and get away with
it? why was my own case different? Why is it that every time I fell too hærd the guy would start
being silly?
I quickly brushed the thoughts aside as I listened to the caller tone on the phone.
“halo..” Ndaweni replied calmly.
“hai..” I said wondering what else to say.

“I was actually thinking about you” he said.
“were you?” I asked wonderingly.
“yes of course…” he said.
“I see.. so what are you up to?” I asked calmly hoping to hear that he was busy with something.
“oh.. I’m actually bored, was even thinking of repeating a movie on my recordings” he replied.
I was speechless for a moment, no he wasn’t busy, no he didn’t leave the office late, no he didn’t
have audits he was working on and no he wasn’t even exhausted. He was bored.
“I see.. ok .. I just wanted to say hai” I said.

“Thanks honey.. I love you” he said.
When I hang up, I remember crawling to the floor and begging God it wasn’t going to be another
failed affair, I had been through enough of those.
It was hærd to sleep, especially because I would come online on whatsapp and find Ndaweni was
also online but he would say nothing to me. I saw him come online a couple of times and it was
clear he was keeping up a chat with someone. My heart ached and raced. Constantly reminding
myself all was well, his Benz was still parked in my parking lot. I had to believe all was well.

That week went by with little or no communication on some days, the life I had well lived this 3
almost four months was soon to become a dark memory. That weekend Ndaweni couldn’t hang
out, he was stuck with work and he asked me to enjoy my time out responsibly if I was going. I
didn’t have access to his house that weekend as he had audits to focus on. A part of me wanted to
show up and just say hai, a part of me wanted to just surprise him but then again did I want to
embarrass myself like that? acting all desperate when he had clearly stated he would be busy?