When Sipho opened the door, he found Naledi standing there looking beautiful, more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before.

“Hi, are you still mad at me? Aren’t you gonna let me in?” she asked with her gorgeous side smile.

“In a minute, baby. I am really sorry,” he responded, and then turned his head inside the house “Any time now Thabile,” he said.

“What is going on here?” Naledi asked, pushed her way in. Inside, she found Thabile sitting against the headboard, fully naked.

“I thought I told you get your things and get the eff out of here. Why are you naked, Thabile?” Sipho asked, sounding confused as hell.

“You don’t! Do you hear me? Do not act dumb and surprised here, because you know,” Naledi said.

She was holding her head with both her hands and shaking it in between the screams. She then ran up to the cupboard, took out a table knife, and strode towards the bed where Thabile was sitting. Thabile, on the other hand, was scared as hell. Sipho then ran after Naledi and tackled her. He tried to get the knife from her, but she was moving fast. She then mistakenly gushed it on Sipho’s arm.

“Naledi, what the heck, did you just stab me?” Sipho asked, screaming.

“What? No! I only want to slit this *itche’s throat. Now, please get off of me,” Naledi responded, and she was boiling with anger.

Thabile rushed to see how badly Sipho was injured.

“Thabile, God damn it, get the fuck out of here,” Sipho screamed. “I knew this was not going to end well.”

“I am not going anywhere. Let go of her, I want to see her rip my throat apart,” Thabile said, putting her clothes back on.

“Are you crazy? I said get out of my house,” Sipho responded.

Naledi finally let go of the knife when she saw how much Sipho was bleeding, and they both got up. She then picked up the pillow, held it to the wound, and told Sipho not to look. Unfortunately, he had looked, so his new thing with blood happened again, and he felt hypnotised and passed out. By the time he woke up, Naledi was gone, and Thabile smiled with relief when she saw him waking up.

“Thabi, what are you doing here? How long have I been out?” he asked, brushing his eyes and scratching his head.

“60 something minutes,” she responded, cupping his chin in her hand. “Are you okay?”

“I am fine,” he responded. He wanted to know how she had gotten to his room, but he did not want her to know about his memory condition.

“You passed out, Sipho” she said, rolling her eyes. “Since when are you scared of blood?”

“Oh boy,” he responded, holding his hand to his face with worry. “I do not know, this is the second time it happened.’

“Your girlfriend is a psycho. I do not know what you saw in her. You should be careful,” she said, getting up from the bed to take her stuff.

“Where you going? Could you please tell me what happened, I cannot even remember how you got here,” he begged.

She told him everything that had happened, from the phone call, to booking a B&B, to her following him to his room, to how his psychotic girlfriend showed up and stabbed him in the arm, and to the weirdest thing ever, which was how she had spoken to his ring when he passed out.

“Wait, what? Did you hear what she said to the ring?” he asked, jumping up and sitting on his bottom.

“Nah, I did not,” she responded. “She was speaking in a foreign language. She said you will not believe me when I told you what she did.”

He did not say anything in response. He just stayed there and did nothing.

“I am sorry, I cannot sleep here now. I have to dash,” she said, cupping his face again, and then she kissed him on the forehead.

“Let me walk to your place then,” he responded, and then got up from the bed and his arm was still hurting at that point. He then walked her to the B&B and returned to his place.

Tell us: Why do you think Naledi spoke to the ring?