Chapter 2 Mr DeCosta

Mbali: Who is Mr DeCosta?

Me: Mbali man, you gave me a fright?

Mbali: Why you so jumpy?

Me: Because you're creeping up on me in my own house!

Mbali: Well, who is he?

Me: Don't know really, but he settled our bill at the club last night.

Mbali: Well how did he get your email address though?

Me: I don't know, maybe our waitress gave it to him?

Mbali: Did you make the reservations with your email?

Me: Yeah

Mbali: Well bingo! We know how he got your email, but is that even allowed? She isn't allowed to give out client information.

Me: I don't know Mbali; I guess he gave her a hefty tip to get it. I don't care I am not entertaining any of this.

I closed my laptop, was a little bit annoyed really. How could he just take my personal information without asking for my permission? Nxa typical men! I got up, I needed a cigarette, I opened my clutch and got a cigarette and I saw the card "Mr DeCosta" sent over last night. It read: You look awesome tonight, call me sometime 0835479855.

Signed K.

This man was full of himself yerr, I went outside by the patio sat on the couch and lit my cigarette. What did this man want? Why me? Hayi I wasn't interested in starting a new relationship manje not after everything that had happened with Spha, I couldn't deal. I smoked my cigarette and went back inside. The weather was starting to get chilly, and after receiving that email I knew I wasn't going to get any work done. So I went into the kitchen to fix us up some breakfast. Mbali joined me shortly after she finished taking a shower. "Need some help chef?" We both giggled.

Me: No babe, I got this.

Mbali: Well I'll sit here and watch then. Got any cold champagne?

Me: Check the fridge.

Mbali opened the fridge, got out champagne and orange juice and fixed us up some mimosas. Well with these girls it's never too early for alcohol, plus we were all off today so why not.

Mbali: So what you going to do about Mr DeCosta?

Me: Mbali I am not ready to be in a relationship anytime soon. I need to focus on my businesses.

Khanyi: Well I think he is cute! Beer?

Me: You don't even know who we are talking about! (I pointed to the fridge)

Khanyi: The guy at the club, he's hot!!

Me: Well I am not interested.

Mbali: Maybe he will help you get over Spha, I'm not saying marry the guy. Just hang out with him, to take your mind off things. It's been nearly a year since everything happened with you and Spha.

Me: Not ready for that, Khanyi please pass me my cigarettes by my laptop.

I continued with the scrabbled eggs as all the girls came down one by one. We laughed about the events of last night, drank a lil bit, then sat in the lounge to have breakfast.

Pinky: Can we get some heat please, it's cold in here.

Me: On it.

Mbali: Well found him. So apparently Mr Him owns the club we were at last night with several other clubs here, in Durban and Johannesburg. He is loaded.

Khanyi: Okay, and?

Mbali: He is married though.... But wife stays in London with the children. Stories online say that the children are in school overseas that's why the family is there and he runs his clubs and businesses from South Africa, however there were rumors about a separation. Wow, check this out... (Pause)

Me: Well?

Mbali: Has a net worth of 2.5 billion. Known associates, Tokyo Sexwale and Sipho Nkosi.

Sam: You talk shit, how come none of us know anything about this guy?

Me: Exactly.

Mbali: I can't answer that, but dude this guy is loaded. And seems to be very important, there are hundreds of articles about him. I don't know if getting into a relationship with this guy would actually be a good idea.

Me: Well good thing I wasn't planning on it anyway.

We had our breakfast and cleaned up, the ladies left one by one. Then it was just me and Mbali. We watched a movie and fell asleep on the couch. Woke up only around 15H00, I guess we were tired after all.

Mbali and I were the closest out of the whole group. We have been friends since third grade when I changed schools. I remember the first day I met her like it was yesterday. My mom had past away a few months before, my dad moved us to a new town where I didn't know anyone. He had just got a promotion at my uncles company and was heading some department, so that is why we needed to move. He had to be closer to work. He dropped me off that morning and left me in the office. Mrs. Taylor came for me and took me to her class. She introduced me to the class and made me sit next to Mbali; we were the only black people in the class, actually in the whole grade. It was weird, I felt weird. She passed me a note and rolled her eyes.

I opened the note, it read: Rich black kid hey, welcome to the gang. I am the gang.

I laughed when I read the note. And we have been inseparable ever since. After the death of my father, she convinced her parents to adopt me. But the social worker was against it for some reason. I was sent to stay with a family in Cape Town, and we lost all contact. It was only after we matriculated did we reunite. She asked her parent to send her to university in Cape Town because she had heard I was this side. When I became an adult I moved out of my foster parents home to stay by myself, my father had left me money so I was able to access it and live on my own since I was an adult. It took Mbali 7 months to find me, and we have promised not to let each other go ever again. And till this day, 7 years later we have kept to our promise. We talk on the phone at least 3 times a day, we text throughout the day and see each other 3 times a week. We are practically sisters. Her parents treat me as their own child, they are my family. The only family I've ever known since the passing of my father.

We had actually done well for ourselves; Mbali was in charge of her family business in Cape Town and she had her own accounting firm. Me on the other hand, I owned 2 restaurants, a culinary school and my own cooking show. I ran a program that assists start up businesses. Everything was working well for us business wise, but love life. We sucked in that department; it is like we were cursed. We just couldn't find love. All the men we meet don't seem to be serious enough. Well we are only 25 years of age, but still come on! Not even one single good man? This isn't life, but at least we had each other.