Dressed To Kill 4/4

By Drum Digital
30 January 2014

Happiness has got her groove back!

A short while later the three women walked into Stagedoor. The three guys holding up the bar couldn’t take their eyes off them. They were all very good-looking.

As the three girls sat down at a table, Happiness could feel Vuyo’s eyes on her. To her amazement he didn’t seem to recognise her. But then she hardly recognised herself, dressed as she was in the low-cut purple dress.

Veronica had been right. The boots fitted her like a second skin. She felt cheeky and bold. But not as impudent as the men, who forgot to whisper their discussion. Happiness had her back turned to them, but she heard every word. “I’m having the girl in the middle,” said Mandla, Vuyo’s best friend. “I can only imagine what she’ll get up to in those long, sexy boots. She’s a looker, that’s for sure.” Vuyo and Thabo grinned at him. “They’re all lookers,” Thabo said.

Then Happiness heard Vuyo say, “What do you say we toss a coin for the other two?”

She could hardly believe that this was the same man with whom she had shared a home and a bed for the past year.

“See what those ladies want to drink,” Vuyo told the barman. “Put it on my tab.”

Happiness shook her head.

This was the same man who forbade her to buy clothes or anything for herself. He kept saying they needed to save money so they could buy a house of their own. Well, thanks to him, she now had a tidy sum of money in the bank. She had insisted on keeping her own bank account.

She could imagine Vuyo grinning and rubbing his hands in glee as he said, “Come on guys. What are we waiting for?”

He and his two friends stood up and moved across the bar to the table where the three women were sitting. “I’ve asked the barman to treat you girls to whatever you want to drink,” Vuyo said. “That’s very nice of you,” Happiness said, “but we can pay for our own drinks.”

“Oh, it’s no . . .” Vuyo started to say. Then he looked properly at Happiness for the first time. “Is something wrong?” Happiness asked. She was enjoying his discomfort. Then the penny dropped. “Happiness?” Vuyo exclaimed in shock. “What on Earth are you doing here? I thought you’d be at home by now.” “You mean at my flat,” Happiness said. “Cleaning up after the mess you left this morning. Not to mention washing and iron¬ing your designer clothes. The silk shirts you need to impress your clients.”

Vuyo opened and closed his mouth like a fish.

“I’ll tell you what,” Happiness said. “I’ll give you until 11 am tomorrow to take your stuff and move out of my flat.”

“Please, Happiness,” Vuyo begged. “This was nothing. The guys were only having a bit of fun. I’d never cheat on you. Surely you must know that?”

“Eleven,” Happiness said. “If you haven’t moved every last trace of yourself from my flat I’m going to throw all your belongings out the window.”

Something in her voice must have told Vuyo that Happiness wasn’t making an idle threat. He moved away from her and went to the other side of the bar.

“Let’s get out of here and go clubbing,” Veronica said. “I’m in the mood for a bit of dancing tonight.” “Me too,” Happiness said. “A great new club just opened up in Central. I heard it’s full of cool guys on a Friday night. Let’s go meet some real men,” she said loud enough so that Vuyo could hear. “Well, what are we waiting for?” Juliet said. “Cheers. I can’t say it’s been a pleasure meeting you guys!” And the three women left Stagedoor, grinning and giggling like teenagers.

-by Agnes Kimberley

The end.

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