His Mild Touch

tough, you are the student body president," I say the last

he first female student body president my school has had in the last thirty years,

in our matrimonial bedroom, an invisible cloak settles on my shoulder. E

parched lips, I have a bad habit of biting them when I'm nervous. My reflection flashes me a fake smile with her hands going

mount of cleavage and her hair is swept up in a half-up, half-down hairstyle. The

up in my most provocative gown for Trystan neither did I style my hair this way

put on any lipstick yet because I don't know his favourite colour, that's if he has one

y thoughts and I happily leave the mirror. Standing there didn't do as much good for me as it usually did. Spea

call. Thankfully, my feet cushion the fall and I pick it up to see the screen is free from any c

and I hope I can keep it that way. I have only one more semeste

n as my finger hits the receiver button. "Ouuuu, I like me some hot, s

is the only one who makes the word black sounds like a title, she ha

e," I

s, "I can see right through you and I know

la

a lie, ain't you?" Her eyes fill my screen and her voice re

I reply and

's allowed to call me that and many other names. I do the same too

she plays with a lock of her jet black, straight hair. "C

ke I told her. We have always talked about how we wanted our weddings to be, the roles she wil

e the silent treatment for a whole day when she finds out I lied to he

my screen, I bite my lips

are callin

alling out of their sockets. They will most definitely talk about m

ire was absent for the wedding, I had sprung up a lie. All I had done during that period wa

u don't want me to speak to them, it's fine

.." I t

rything when you get back?" I nod, I will give her ever

etimes I think I don't deserve her. She gives so much of herself into our friendship and the best

guilt and a scream from her has me buttoning up my gown. She's big

s, greet her

d I laugh, she always acts like a newly married at the

ause my old Phone thought it a good idea to stop working and also because of my pare

nce our early morning fiasco and I have not l

like o

t was her idea to get him something in retu

wns. "It's either he likes

I have not given him. We were too tired

he stool she's sitting on. She took the ba

inexistent sexual life with

aks. "I thin

outh African slang which loosely translates to homegir

e you then.

, Ma," I reply

on. I walk back to the bed and plop on it with the silver necklace i

it and if I join the two together, they will form a full heart. I am not

filled with only uncertainties. I shove the necklace under the pil

an asks with his eyes dartin

sit up, going on to add

I misse