The Bridesmaid's Lover. Tsire Mushoma
Just be there when he comes to pick you up. I said he should call you to get the directions to your place, but the truth is, I’ve already told him where you live.”
“Are you trying to get me stalked?”
“If that’s what it takes to get you off that couch. I hope you realise a piece of furniture doesn’t count as a companion?”
“You’re wicked!”
“Tell me, what are you wearing?”
“Why is that any of your business?”
“Are you in those peanut-sack pants again?”
Zandi looked at the brown tracksuit pants she was wearing and couldn’t see anything wrong with them. “Come on, they’re warm and comfortable.”
“Meaning they look really ugly on you, or you look really ugly in them. Making each other look really ugly is not on. Please find a way to get rid of those pants before they scare Rhulani away.”
“He’s never going to see me in them!” Zandi wasn’t even sure she wanted to see the man at all.
“Oh, I like the way you speak,” her friend joked. “So what is Rhulani going to see you in?”
“Tondani, please go to sleep!”
“You’re right; I need to get off the phone before I’m served with divorce papers. Good night, and don’t forget – hot date tomorrow night. You can thank me afterwards.”
“Why do I have a feeling I’ll never be thanking you, ever?”
“Because sometimes you can be an ungrateful thing! Sleep well.”
“Good night, bye!”
Zandi put the phone down and immediately felt nervous about the date with Rhulani. She had told herself she was ready to start dating again, but she hadn’t anticipated that it would happen so soon. And the fact that it was with someone she didn’t know was making her even more scared. Tondani had just gone ahead and made all the arrangements without consulting her first. She’d imagined she would meet a guy and get to know him before going out on a date; that way she would at least know what she could talk to him about.
But now Zandi was supposed to get ready for an evening with a man whose hair colour she didn’t even know. How did you prepare for such a date? Did you read all the daily newspapers to make sure you had something to say about what’s going on in the world? If that was the case, she was in trouble, because she had not been following the news lately. She could confidently discuss movements in the markets and financial indicators, but she didn’t think that was appropriate conversation for a date.
Maybe she needed to get an early night the evening before to make sure her mind was sharp and she could think on her feet. It would be a disaster if she couldn’t even comment on the pollution in downtown Johannesburg.
Zandi decided that it was a good idea to get a decent night’s rest, so she switched off her laptop and went to bed.
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