Balinda Questions Jimiyu About Engela

Balinda Questions Jimiyu About Engela

She couldn’t let it go. She had to confront him about the blonde he had dinner with. After church, she decided to go and see him. She called him first. “Can I come over now?”

“Sure,” he said after there was a brief pause.

“Are you alone?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I’m on my way over.” She ended the call.

“This is the first time you’ve been in my apartment,” he remarked when she arrived half-hour later and he let her in.

She glanced around and had to admit that it was a very nice place. He had great taste. Could she say the same thing about the woman he was seeing now. When they were in the living-room, she turned and faced him. “You have a very nice place.”

“I’ve invited you to come over several times but you always refused.”

“You know why.”

“We would have ended up in my bed.”

She tried to ignore her body’s response to that statement and to push all images of them in bed together. “Has she been here?”

He stared at her, his brow knitted. “Who?”

“The blonde you were seen with?”

“The blonde I was seen with?”

“Yes, at Bouchon Bistro. Alletta told me she saw you there having dinner with a blonde.”

“When did she tell you that?”

“She told me when she came by my place on Sunday.”

“Yes, she and her husband stopped by the table to say hello.”

“And you introduced the blonde to them.”

“Yes, I introduced Engela to them.”

“Engela. Is she South African?”

“Yes.”

“How-how long have you been seeing her?”

“Well, we’ve known each other for about four years.”

“You’ve known her that long?”

“Yes. We’ve worked together for that long.”

“You and she work together?”

“Yes. She’s my boss.”

“So, you’re dating your boss now?”

“We went out for dinner, Linda. It wasn’t a date.”

“Who did the inviting–you or she?”

“She invited me to have dinner with her and I accepted.”

“Alletta said that you two looked very cozy.”

“I don’t know what your friend meant by that but Engela and I get along very well.”

“Alletta said that your boss is beautiful and looks like a fashion model.”

“Engela is a very beautiful woman. You and she are the same height.”

“Is she single?”

“Yes.”

“Would you date her?”

“Why don’t you sit down?”

“I don’t want to sit down. Answer my question.”

“I don’t know if I would date Engela.”

“She’s single and she’s beautiful.”

“Is that why you’re here, Linda to question me about Engela and to find out if I would move on with her since there’s no possibility of having a future with you?”

“Yes. She’s available and she isn’t related to you.”

“That’s true.”

“Do you and she plan to see each other outside of the office again?”

“Well, she invited me to her brother’s wedding.”

“Her brother’s wedding?”

“Yes.”

“So, you’re her date?”

“Yes.”

“Couldn’t she ask any of the other men at the office to be her date?”

“She asked me.”

“Why did she ask you, Jimi?”

“Why shouldn’t she ask me?”

“How would her family react when she shows up to the wedding with a black man?”

“I asked her the same thing and she said she didn’t give a damn if they had a problem with it.”

“Are you attracted to her?”

“Would it bother you if I were?”

“Are you attracted to her?”

“She’s a very beautiful woman–“

“Yes, you’ve said that before but are you attracted to her?”

“How can I be attracted to another woman when I’m attracted to you?”

“If you weren’t attracted to me, would you be attracted to her?”

“I guess I would be attracted to her if you weren’t in the picture.”

“What happens after you take her to the wedding? Will you and she go to other social events together–like parties, barbecues, other weddings?”

“What do you want from me, Linda? You insisted that I move on and yet, you have a problem with me doing that.”

“So, you’re going to move on with this woman?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You went out to dinner with her and you’re going with her to her brother’s wedding. To me that looks like you’re moving on with your life.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted me to do?”

“It isn’t what I want, Jimi but—“

He went over to her. “It isn’t what I want either. You know what I want.”

“Jimi, please…”

He cupped her face between his hands and lowering his head, he kissed her. Unable to help herself, she kissed him back. Just then, the phone rang but he ignored it. The kisses became more passionate and then, the answering machine came on. After the beep, a woman’s voice said, “Hi Jimi, it’s Engela. I know this is short notice but I have two theater tickets for OTHELLO for tomorrow evening at seven-thirty and was wondering if you would like to go with me. It’s at The Pam Golding Theatre. Call me and let me know if you’re interested. I hope you will be. Talk to you soon. ‘Bye.”

Balinda jerked herself away from him. “Why don’t you call her right now and tell her that you’d love to go to the theatre with her?”

“Linda–” he tried to take her back in his arms but she pushed him away.

She stormed out of the living-room. Minutes later, he heard the door slam. Sighing heavily, he went over to the sofa and sank down, holding his head in his hands.

Source: The Theatre Scene Cape Town