24. We're just friends

“Somebody looks like they need to get laid,” Tendai, his long-term friend commented as he sat down at Troy’s desk. Troy squeezed the stress ball in his hand again, waiting until Jen had left before throwing the ball to the furthest corner from him.

“I’m married, unlike somebody I know,” Troy shot back.

Tendai shifted uncomfortably. “By choice.”

Troy snorted, “Bullshit. You’re scared it won’t work. How long have you been dating her now? How many years has she been faithfully waiting for your punk ass to make her a decent woman?”

“Says the man who leaves his hot, loving wife for the draughty bars of Harare. My woman knows what’s up. Eve probably thinks or knows you’re screwing chimkadzi chiya chiya (That woman (derogatorily spoken)).”

Troy froze. “Wati chi-i (what did you say)?”

“Tell me you’ve never cheated not even accidentally on Eve.”