part 3 the orchid

It’s early in the morning. I have no idea what time it is but I’m dragging myself to the door. The knock has been unbearable for the past 10 minutes. I thought whoever it is would go away but No! The nuisance just knocked even harder and louder. Even making rhythmic knocks. I take back the nuisance part. He is standing here in front of me in a white t-shirt and dark blue jean shorts with white sneakers. He smiles. I get hot flushes immediately. I blink and try as hard as I can to close my yawning mouth. Damn it Leya close your mouth!! “Good morning my Lady” he says. I have no idea what to do next. Wait I am frozen. Completely below zero degrees I tell you. I come back to reality when he walks past me and into my flat. I am still standing there when he sits on my mini dinner table that accommodates only four people. I am staring at him wondering what his purpose is in life. Who he is and what he wants with me. Only thing I have gathered is that he is a fluent Xhosa speaking educated man with exclusive taste. Scrap the fact that the second time I saw him he was driving some scrappy old metal wearing overalls covered in soil. “Cataleya stop staring at me” He is looking straight into my eyes. I look away and walk towards my bedroom. Since last night there has been this certain aura when I am around him. The need to be respectful and admissive in his presence. Not scared of him but just reserving what I should say or the amount of time I should spend looking in his eyes or even being too close to him. “Uhm…” I begin to speak as I stand a few steps away from him looking at my bare feet as I play with my big toes. “Can I get you anything?” What?? Girl you ain’t got groceries remember! His back is slightly arched on the chair. He is looking at me I can feel it as I stare down at my feet. I can’t bring myself to look at him straight in the eyes especially after he told me flat out not to. “I came here to ask if you would like to have breakfast with me?” he says leaning forward. His elbows balanced on his knees and his soft hands holding my left hand. “You know for such an extravagant and weirdly talented artist you have the most beautiful hands.” He flickers a tiny smile and I can’t help but blush like a little school girl my hand still in his. “So? Breakfast?” he asks with his eyes widened in question. The body can be such a deceiver. My mind screamed “NOOOO!!!” but my body it sent a message straight to my head to nod. “Great!! I will come back in…” he looks at his watch. “3 hours. I have a meeting in Paarl so as soon as I get back… it’s me and you” he gets up and holds both my hands in his arms. He inhales deeply and exhales again as if in relief. “Thank you” he whispers as he looks at me in the eye his one hand raising my face to look nowhere else but in his hazel brown eyes. I can literally feel my knees wobbling. He plants his lips on my forehead again like last night. I find my eyes shutting once more. I inhale his cologne as he rests my head on his chest. Gaaaaawd!! He smells so great! _ it is 10 o’clock when I make my way downstairs in a floral maxi dress and a pair of red stilettos Lebo bought me as a good luck present when I opened the shop. I am sure you are wondering what time HE was at my flat. I was also flabbergasted when I realised that I was that intimate with a stranger at almost 7 am in the morning. A silver Dodge Calibre is downstairs waiting for me. I feel overwhelmed as the driver opens for me and I enter. The driver does not say a single word until we reach our destination after 35 minutes tops. The huge gates open and it is another drive of about 30 seconds before we are parked in front of the Antique wooden door. This must be a hotel or lodge that has a restaurant or something. The driver opens for me and leads the way into the house. It is huge classy elegant has a touch of old school and modern. Antique and expensive. Everything just blends together. On the outside it looks like a revamped house that was first built in the early 1700’s but inside it is a masterpiece. “I am so glad you could join me” I turn around he is smiling. That smile will be the death of me I tell you. His arms are wide open as he makes him way towards me. I swallow hard as that aura consumes me again. This man totally makes me nervous I don’t even want to make a single mistake. I give him a pleasant hug and he kisses my neck. SHIVERS!! I’m immediately attacked. He leads me to the dining room the dinner table is huge and long romantically decorated. I am sure 15 people fit or even more. He pulls out the chair for me next to the one at the head. I guess he does not want me to sit at the end of the table. He sits at the end right next to me. I am nervous as hell. I don’t even know this handsome man’s name. What if he is a vampire? What if he wants to have breakfast with me and then still have me for the bigger feast? No!! Let me out of here! My heart is literally crying for help banging on my chest. “I told the staff to take the morning off… didn’t want any disturbance” he says. I smile politely as I take a sip of the freshly squashed orange juice. He keeps looking at me and then smile to himself slightly shaking his head. It’s weird but then again I find it flattering. It’s like he is proud of himself. We finish eating and a helper in uniform comes in pushing a trolley. She loads everything on it and disappears again. We are left with a full jug of juice and ice. He refills my glass his eyes completely glued at me. This is uncomfortable I can’t look at him in the eye. His eyes his smile those teeth they are the death of me. I just can’t! “So tell me…” he holds my hand. I look at him he looks back at me then I quickly look down. He giggles shaking his head slightly. His cell phone ringing interrupts him. He takes it out of the pocket and his smiles immediately vanishes when he looks at the screen. “Yes? Can’t you fix it? I am busy…” he looks at me gets up and stands a few meters away. The conversation is not pleasant. It sounds like he is needed somewhere. “Do I have to do everything? Why the hell am I paying you then if you can’t do a simple task?” he bangs on the wall and I immediately react. He stares at me. I can see anger in his eyes as he is speaking on the phone. “Listen! Fix it! I have more important things to do with my morning. Like spending it with my woman. It’s not my fault you are single. Just fix it or else quit!” he hangs up and looks at the phone for a second before dropping it inside a fish bowl filled with water. Oh he’s just showing off! He must have others stored all over the house. “I am so sorry about that My Lady… I promise there won’t be any more interruptions” he giggles nervously. He can see I am shaken by his sudden behaviour. He stares at me it takes me only a few seconds before it becomes too much for me and I look away. He softly pulls my face to look at him again. I can’t look him in the eyes. I might die. Seriously! “Do you have plans for tomorrow?” he asks. “I have this holiday present I got from a client so I am taking my friend with for the week” his eyes widen. “Do art buyers do that?” I widen my eyes in question. “I mean do they give gifts?”I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know but I couldn’t refuse and besides I could use a break” I say taking a sip of the juice. “This means I will see you next week?” he is not pleased! At all! Bring up a solution Leya!! Quick!! “I can cut it short” No!! That was my mouth alone. I swear my brain had nothing to do with that. He smiles and I die my heart just sinks and my knees wobble. If his smile could kill

then I’d be a cat. “You would do that for me?” he asks frowning. I nod also frowning because I did not expect him to frown. I was expecting a more like stab me to death by smiling. “No don’t... I will be out of town anyways.” He says. “Meaning even if I didn’t get that gift you still would not see me” I look down twiddle my fingers as a school girl. “I was prepared to cancel” he stands up and walks to the bar. “I was willing to cut it short” I say standing up and following him. The glass of juice in my hand. “I would never expect a sacrifice from you for me. EVER!” He is serious. His veins are popping out of his forehead. He’s grinding his teeth. He gulps down the glass of whiskey he was pouring. I look at his hands and they are literally shaking. He places down the glass and grabs mine as well. He smiles I die! Period! “Shall we?” he’s leading me to the door. I have my arm over his elbow. God! He smells divine. The Dodge is still where it was when I came in. He takes out a R200 note from his wallet and hands it to the driver. “Don’t tell mother” The driver hands him the keys but refuses to take the money. He giggles as he put shoves the money in his pocket and opens the passenger’s seat for me. We drive out of the estate. I have so many questions but I am still so nervous to ask anything. I’m even wondering how I survived that breakfast. Maybe because he asked about me and I just answered him straight without looking at him. If he smiles I die! We arrive at my shop. He opens for me and he takes a whiff of that tantalising aroma of colour paint wood and mud! “So this is your place of solace?” he says. He is holding my hand our fingers locked as we are walking around the shop and I am showing him all my originals and explaining the inspiration. We are laughing he is making jokes and I am feeling… oh I don’t know. I keep looking at his face his teeth his smile and our hands. They are still locked. I’m guessing his age. If I were to match his face with age I’d say he is a few years older than me. That would explain the sense and aura of authority I get every time I am around him. “My Empress I have to love and leave you now.” Already? He pulls me closer holds both of my hands and starts planting light kisses on them. I really feel so special right now! He’s looking at me again I look away. “Why are you so scared of looking at me?” I look down. I cannot answer that even if I tried I would fail dismally! “My Lady My Beautiful Orchid…” Stop!!! I am probably bathed in pink flushes already. “You are so beautiful” he is serious again. It’s like he just discovered that right now. I can’t look at him I look down. He raises my face forcing me to look at him. He’s reading my eyes I am reading his. He’s staring at my lips I am concentrating on his eyes. It feels like De Ja vu. I have seen those eyes before. Could be television or a painting. Oh!! Cut it out Leya already! He’s the only person with these eyes!! “Can I kiss you?” I hear a begging whisper. He is not breathing at all. He is coming closer my eyes are staring into his as our lips are slowly reaching out to each other. They meet my eyes shut and I give myself to him. I forget the world I forget the paintings the furniture the clay and even the fact that I don’t know this man’s name or who he is. The only thing I know now are his lips singing a song on mine riding a bike on mine but most explicitly playing the violin on mine. “Ooh I am so sorry…” That’s Lebo. “I’ll come back some other time” “No no no beautiful lady I was just saying my goodbyes” He looks back at me and smiles. “I will see you when I get back” I nod smiling. He looks at me thinning his eyes and then pulls me closer. He holds me tightly but careful not to break my bones. “Thank you for a lovely morning” he whispers. He plants a light but stamped kiss on my forehead and excuses himself. He’s gone!! I can't stop smiling! “You Freaky witch with an Afro… I can’t believe this! You have a man” I do?? “A filthy rich man!! Damn Cuz I didn’t know you could pull it off.” “Did you say rich?” I ask turning on my PC. “No. I said FIL-THY Rich. Mkhululi Malinga is a very important man especially in this country for the defence Department.” Wait… she said Who????

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