Marriage on the ROX
When your man is a hoe that is allergic to protection you will always get that nasty feeling when you go for HIV tests. Dr Seedat continued “….uhm, you are both HIV negative. But it doesn’t mean…”. Lesley stopped the poor doctor be he could finish talking. He was like “thank you very much doctor. That is our status. We can’t afford to miss our flight. I’m taking my wife to Dubai for our honeymoon. Enjoy the rest of your day. Babe, let’s go home. We still have to pass by daddy’s house remember?” I don’t wanna lie, I was relieved. Part of me was expecting the worst. Lesley grabbed my hand like I was a kid. When we got to the car he said “babe, from today I don’t want to see you sad. I made mistakes and I sincerely apologise. Please find it in your beautiful heart to forgive me. You are the one I love. I wouldn’t have put the ring on it if I didn’t love you”. Men just don’t get it. Love alone is never enough and it will never be enough. I never for once doubted Lesley’s love for me. He loved me with all he had but he did not respect me. When you respect your partner you will never sleep with her friends. In fact, you will never sleep with anyone outside your relationship. That is where Lesley missed the point. I said “Lesley, we are not 100% sure about our HIV status. We still have to see the lab results and maybe do another test after three months. And about you loving me, I never doubted it. I know you love me and I love you too. Your problem is you don’t respect me. How would you feel if Thabo or Thato impregnated me? Would you forgive me?”. His complexion changed on the spot. Men are so selfish. They think they are the only ones with feelings. No one wants to be cheated on. It’s not nice. Pain does not ask gender. He didn’t answer my question. We drove straight home. Some of my things were already packed. I packed the rest and helped Lesley to pack his. My bags were 6 times more than Lesley’s. He tried to convince me to leave some clothes because we were gonna shop in Dubai and I said no. A girl can never take enough clothes. I asked if a driver was gonna drop us at OR Tambo International Airport and he told me his father would personally drive us. I loved how he was close to his father. We used Lesley’s car to drive to his father’s house. For the first time since our wedding we were having normal conversations. He was telling me how he was going to make me pregnant in Dubai. I told him I wanted a girl and he said he wanted a boy to play golf with.
When we got to his father’s house we had to wait a bit because Rooibos was still bathing. Lesley’s parents had a huge house. Rooibos always boasted to us that he didn’t join the struggle to be poor. There was a huge picture of Mr Mpofu senior and former president Nelson Mandela in the lounge. After couple of minutes our father asked us to join him in his study. I asked were Lesley’s mom was and I was told she went to Sandton with my mom. That woman loved shopping with passion. I think she shopped everyday. Daddy went “I won’t waste your time. I know you still have a long way to go. It is my duty as your father to guide you. I didn’t like the drama that happened at your wedding. I respect my family name and it pains me when it is associated with bullshit. I had to pay journalists and editors not to publish the drama that happened there”. He paused a bit to take a breath. He continued “Lesley, I took you to best schools hoping you will learn to think but it seems the distinctions you got did not make you streetwise. I am disappointed in you. Tshwarelo is a very good woman and you went all the way out to embarrass her. You disrespected your wife. I have never done that to your mom because I respect her. That’s the reason we have been together for decades. Now I want you to listen to me now. I don’t ever wanna see you with that Ayanda girl. I’ll make Thabo’s case disappear. You must distance yourself from him. Am I clear?”. Lesley nodded. Mr Rooibos Mpofu was not the kind of a man you could argue with. I was so happy he took my side. In fact, he didn’t take any sides, he was just being truthful. He reminded me of Mr Maputla of Skeem Saam. Lesley apologised to me in front of his father and promised not to repeat the stupid mistake he did. He also apologised to his father for tainting his family’s surname. Mr Mpofu wished us a safe trip and enjoyable honeymoon. Lesley asked him to drop us at the airport and he told us he was expecting some senior policeman to talk about Thabo’s case. I think one of the reasons that family loved me was the fact that I knew a lot about them and I kept everything to myself. When you marry into powerful families you learn to think like them. He told Lesley to call Uber or Taxify. Lesley called Uber and it arrived with 10 minutes. The driver jokingly asked if we were leaving the country for good. That’s how big my bags were. We were in OR Tambo within 30 minutes. We had our lunch there because we were very early.
It wasn’t my first time going overseas but for Dubai it was my very first. Lesley had been there before for business. It was nice having a normal marriage with my husband. Laughing and smiling were the order of the day. I was enjoying his whack jokes again. When you love someone you don’t mind laughing at their not so funny jokes. Our lovey dovey continued even in the plane. Lesley was like “I regret not taking the offer for my father’s Indian friend’s jet. I’m so horny right now. We were gonna do it in the sky”. I gave that smile that beautiful women give when their baes flirt. I whispered to him “when we get to the hotel I’m gonna give it all to you. It’s been days since we got intimate. You are still to break my virginity as Mrs Mpofu. You haven’t eaten my married food ha ha ha ha”. He took my hand and put it on his pants. Jerrrrrrr his dick was singing The Lion of Judah. Our flirting and sleeping in between made our journey very short. I didn’t feel that 8 hour flight. Dubai International Airport is one of the busiest in the world. We didn’t have to go thru the hassle of car hire and stuff because Lesley’s father had made arrangements for us. One of his comrades had businesses in Dubai so he made arrangements for him to pick us at the airport and drop us at the hotel. We checked in at Oasis Beach Tower Apartments. Wow the view from our hotel room was magnificent. I felt like I was in another planet. I kissed Lesley and thanked him for choosing Dubai as our honeymoon destination. He video-called his father to report we arrived safely. I could see my smiling mother-in-law in the background. They told us have fun and make many babies. Lesley didn’t wanna waste time after the call. He was like “you heard what my parents said right? We have not reason to wait. Let’s make babies”. I was tired and sexually hungry at the same time. I wanted my husband badly. You can be all angry but the minute you see those tall skyscrapers in Dubai your anger will disappear like a player after scoring a shag. We kissed right next to the window. He undressed me and I did the same for him. His dick looked really hungry. I whispered “I missed you love”. I was referring to his circumcised Xhosa dick. He carried me to the bed. I lay on my back and opened my legs wide for him to officially welcome me to the Mpofu family. It was our first shag since we got married. I wanted it to feel special. I wanted him to forget about the likes of Ayanda. When he penetrated me I found myself shedding the tears of joy. Lesley was a gentle love maker. He knew when, how and what to touch. That’s one of the reasons I fell for him. He knew how to make me happy in bed. It didn’t last long but he made me come. It’s not about duration, it’s about reaching the land of milk and honey. When he came inside me he told me he was giving me a boy and I laughed. He told me he was madly in love with me and I told him he was my world. We lay on the bed for more than an hour after making love.
He looked at me and said “Babe, I have a confession to make. Please don’t be angry”