A weekend to remember (5/5)

By Drum Digital
13 March 2015

She found the SMS by accident and now it was clear what she had to do – or was it?

"You can call the number and my husband will clarify the matter. Although I have never met your Sizwe, he sounds like a decent man who loves you and is committed to you. Don’t throw away what you have. Regards, Rose”

My heart was beating super-fast as I opened the second envelope. “Mpume, by now you have read the first letter and hopefully understand what I have been trying to tell you for the past couple of weeks. I do not know Rose. I do not love Rose. I love you and am committed to our life together. I am sorry for all the hurt I have caused you in the past. Will you renew your vows with me? Sizwe.”

Then there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Sizwe standing there, holding a tiny box in his hand. He was smiling broadly. I did not know what to do. I had been so set on believing my version of events . . . The contents of the SMS were still fresh on my mind: “Shangase omuhle (Beautiful Shangase), I miss you already. Thank you for last night.”

I was rescued by Zoë’s call. “Hey girl, are you having a fabulous time or what? The girls and I just wanted to check that everything worked out well. Don’t worry about thanking us now; you can do that later over a glass of Shiraz. And don’t worry – everything is legit. Bye”.

She ended the call before I could even respond. So they were all in on this! My best friends, Rose, and Sizwe . . . Sizwe was still waiting at the door with a huge grin plastered on his face. Goodness, he was so handsome! But I was still so mad. I needed an explanation. So I asked him to come in and showed him the sofa next to the bed.

“Sit.” He came in but ignored my instruction to sit. “Mpume, I’m so sorry. I know it’s going to take time before you can trust me again but I promise I’ve learnt my lesson. It’s only you in my life, baby. Always.” Then the tears started flowing.

I had been so hurt. Now I was so relieved. I allowed Sizwe to kiss my tears away. He was apologising over and over for his past indiscretions.

I wanted to believe him. I willed myself to believe. I wanted my broken heart to believe. I held on to Sizwe, only letting go when he freed himself to open the little blue box.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Inside was my dream ring. The ring that I had previously nagged him to buy for me.

He put it on my bare wedding ring finger and asked if I would remarry him. “Yes,” I replied.

My marriage was saved. It would be a weekend to remember.

Find Love!