Melusi



“Zandile!” I called out, running after her with my heart racing. The dark night and stars blurred around me as I focused on reaching her. With each step, my anticipation grew, fueled by memories and emotions.

She stopped and turned to face me. The world faded away, leaving just the two of us in that moment. Breathless and overwhelmed, I finally caught up to her.

“I never stopped thinking about you either,” I managed to say, filled with longing and regret. What was I doing? I should have stayed at the bar or better yet stayed with Melokuhle.

Every part of me wanted to turn around and leave, but my legs wouldn’t move, as if they were under a spell.

Her eyes met mine, and she looked beautiful under the moonlight. Time stood still as I reached out and lightly touched her cheek. She closed her eyes, just like before, surrendering to the familiar touch.

“Melusi,” she whispered, barely audible, as if she struggled with her own conflicting emotions. Her words sent shivers down my spine. “We shouldn’t.” she said, her breathless voice mixing with the air. I couldn’t help but smile, my heart longing for her.

“We’re not doing anything,” I replied softly, filled with longing and desire.

“Melusi.” she murmured, pleading with her eyes fixed on mine. I took a step closer, eliminating the distance between us, leaving no room for doubt. The air crackled with anticipation, and her warm breath brushed against my skin.

The intensity overwhelmed me. I missed this connection, this closeness that defined us. It felt like fate brought us together again, effortlessly putting the pieces in place, just like old times.

Leaning in, I moved closer to her lips. The magnetic pull between us was undeniable, drawing us closer to surrender. Our lips were about to meet, the anticipation electric, when a wave of realisation hit me.

At the last moment, I pulled away, my mind clear. What was I doing? I was married, on my honeymoon, and my wife was probably waiting for me at the lodge, unaware of my inner struggle. I couldn’t betray her, not even for a stolen moment of the past. I couldn’t give in to temptation.

“I’m sorry,” I stuttered, filled with regret and confusion. “You were right, we shouldn’t.” I turned and walked away, each step heavy with guilt, reminding me of the path I didn’t take.

When I entered our lodge, I expected to find Melokuhle fast asleep, but to my surprise, she sat by the bed, engrossed in a book. She smiled warmly as she looked up at me.

I wanted to explain, to apologise, but she shook her head gently and set aside her book.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her eyes understanding. “I shouldn’t have gotten upset. It was childish of me.”

Guilt washed over me as I listened to her apologies. It should have been me begging for forgiveness, confessing my mistakes to her. Yet, she offered comfort and understanding.