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trashytoastboi · 1 year

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Hello! May I please request a headcanon post about the Strawhats as travelling merchants?

Heyya! Sure thing 🍞 this was quite an interesting one to write! I won't deny that 90% of my merchant knowledge comes from Spice & Wolf 🤣🍀 hope you enjoy~

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Headcanons: The Straw-Hat's being travelling merchants

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Straw-Hat Crew

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Robin📚 The researcher. Market research, audience studies, target market, trends, demand and supply. Robin takes care of all of it. She is precise and proficient that she can usually guess a good investment and stock up on things before a massive price boom. She knows the location they are going to visit beforehand, she research the markets, what they have and what they need. Handles all official paperwork such as travel permits and declaration forms of their products and wares.

Nami🍊 Money and maps. The books, the profits, the expenditure. Not a single beri escapes her gaze. She often works on the books and focuses on how to maximize those profits so that the zeros only grow positively in the bank. She's in it to win it and will work alongside Robin whenever she sniffs out a good chance to make some coin. Nami also plans out the most efficient routes to their next destination.

Brook 🎻 Handles the advertising, he uses his skills with music to attract people almost like a pied piper. The music creates a soothing and pleasant atmosphere for the people who come around to shop and peruse the Straw Hats various wares. He leaves his hat out as a welcome for tips, Nami's idea of course.

Franky 🤖 Franky mostly handles repairs for the various wagons and carts the group need when travelling. He is usually there to handle appraisals as well, having a very good eye to see through bad materials. He creates mechanical knickknacks for sale and offers repair services for all sorts of things.

Usopp 🏹 The salesman could probably sell your own liver back to you. He has a silver tongue and a great well of flattery up his sleeve. Ussop is the best man for the job as he chats up every product perfectly, so much so that nearly everything he proclaims the greatness of will sell out. For every product he has a tall tale to go with it. Customers want value and sensationalism which Ussop knows very well.

Luffy 🍖 An unusual and strange charm that tends to draw customers and trouble. Luffy is the head of their little band of merchants and dictates where they go. A bit inconvenient as Luffy is very erratic and his paths are never linear, usually leading them to the most random location. Usually results getting into arguments with other merchants. A territorial dispute you could say. Though Luffy usually convinces those merchants to just work alongside them.

Sanji 🍽 Sanji is in charge of cooking meals for the Straw Hats as well as trading spices, making food to draw more customers by offering snacks and samples. He calls the shots on rare ingredients and whether it's better to trade them or cook them. A lot of returning customers are there for Sanji's food and his ever so convenient mixed spice packs.

Zoro ⚔ Zoro is not well versed in the matters of trade, nor bookkeeping and even making something to sell. So what he does handle is the security. Brawn is his literal strong suit and he works hard to protect the merchants, their wares and any apparatus. There usually aren't any problems, because Zoro takes care of them quickly. If its too overwhelming a few others would step in but thus far a situation where it's been too much has not arisen.

Jinbei 🥋 Jinbei is in charge of driving the wagon and heading the wagon train. He coordinates the setting up of their little market area. Works closely with Nami when planning routes as Jinbei takes all the obstacles into account when travelling. Also being one of the more amicable and well versed members, he handles negotiations for locations and permissions to set up a campsite doubled traveling shop.

Chopper 🍭 Medicine and Animals. Chopper makes various salves, medicines, and ointments for a wide variety of things. In fact Miracle Medicine is not too far off to describe the health tonics he creates. They are one of the best sellers that the Straw Hat merchant group has to offer. Chopper also takes it upon himself to look after the animals that help with pulling the wagons when they travel on land, as well as offering free medical check ups for anyone that seeks one.

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skzluvs · 4 years

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Phobia; Han jisung

Genre: angst, fluff (if you squint)

Warnings: mention of nightmares

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: Hi! I’m back from my hiatus with another angst fic inspired by the drama it’s okay to not be okay combined with a little bit of phobia I hope you guys like it!

The girl who fed on nightmares

there was a girl who woke up every night by the nightmares, demons that haunted her dreams. She was twisted inside, held back by the painful memories of her past.

panting breath, irregular heartbeat, a cold sweat dripping from her forehand. she opened her eyes to meet with the darkness of her room. Terror washed over her. frightened.

"it's just another nightmare" she said trying to calm down the thoughts that were messing up her already deranged head.

a familiar setup, you might think she grew accustomed to the feeling after the third night but that's was not true the lingering feeling of numbness grew by the time she realized there was no escape from the chains that still cuffed her up.

the morning came earlier, with very few hours of sleep, she got up and got ready for work. the days turned into a monotone.

she arrived to bookstore, pure silence made her mind feel content. A moment of peace in the torrential rain.

"excuse me" a soft voice called her, almost as quiet as a whisper that's being shared between lovers.

she looked up to meet with a boy, with black hair and a mischievous smile, he looked cheerful with an undeniable strong aura that surrounded his slender figure, definitely not the type you would see in a library at 8am in the morning.

"yes" she replied politely to the boy who carried a handful on books on his arms.

"i want to check all of these out please" he placed the books on the counter.

As she took a look at the pile, she got intrigued by the peculiar selection.

children books.

but not the kind that you read to a child unless you want them to have nightmares, and she knew damn well about that.

"you like this gruesome stuff ?" she was never the kind to question other people's interests but for some strange motive she wanted to know.

" it's a children's book how can you call this masterpiece gruesome" the boy seemed rather offended by her words.

" the pictures make me want to cry my eyes out and I'm an adult, there's no way this book was targeted for such audience" she said

" it seems like you know nothing about this books not the author , therefore I won't be engaging in a discussion, you can continue to be ignorant later just let me borrow them so I can go" he said annoyed, taping with his finger on top of the dusty cover.

The girl refused to give out response and rather continued to do her job. she sure didn't get paid enough for that.

"here" she said handing him the books along with the returning slip. "you have 2 weeks to return them unless you want more time come before the deadline to extend the borrowing period"

"thank you" he left not sparing to look at her for the last time before exiting through the door.

the browned eyed boy who just happened to be named han jisung, she found out his name through his library card. Was all she could think about, not because she was interested, but because of the of his actions. Usually she evaded social situations, she found people not worth of her time, but there was something about that boy that made her wanted to crush him like a fragile butterfly with broken wings.

another meaningless night, it was tiring to get emptied out like that. Every time she closed her fears shaped into a reality. she was stuck with the phobia.

days passed by, a body that walks through the streets without a soul. There was nothing she wanted nothing she desired more but to fall asleep. So she lived her life longing for that moment.

going through the bookshelves placing them correctly by alphabetical order. A pair of eyes stuck to the back of her head.

a boy who watched her carefully from the other side of the room, and he probably thought he was being precautious, but she knew she was being observed.

Jisung. Who came everyday just to sit as far back from the main entrance as possible, hiding in a corner reading the books he so much loved. After the first encounter with the girl he could no longer sleep the same way. His thoughts circled around her small frame and the sound of her broken voice.

there was this thing about her, he called it despondency and he was drowned right into it. like the tales had taken over a human form.

by the end of the two weeks he stood there fidgeting, over the course of the last couple of days his little instigating got him nowhere. She repeated a daily routine, there was nothing to analyze in her vague movements and worn out expressions. However he knew she hides more than the human eye can perceive behind that weary facade.

The moment she clocked out he followed her outside.

"why are you following me" the girl stopped her tracks and made a spin over her ankles, just to meet with him.

"I needed to ask you something" He said rather shy. all the courage he build up over the weeks disappearing at the strong gaze that confronted him.

"I'm not obligated to respond, do me a favor and get lost" She turned around and continued to walk.

It was an expected reply exactly what made jisung decide it was better to come up with a different plan.

every day he would put a book of his collection on top of her desk hoping she would get interested enough to read it.

but instead she would just eye the cover and place it back to its shelf.

Not until one day she meet to something different, the book had a folded edge, opening the page carefully, her fingers ghosting over the words printed on the glossy paper.

"bad memories from the past that he wanted to erase from his head"

"were replayed in his dreams every night"

"and haunted him nonstop"

"the boy was terrified of falling asleep"

a creeping feeling went down her spine, and her trembling hands made the book fall. Her own monsters greeted her with a grin. Collapsing with the wooden floor.

jisung got petrified by the loud sound. He hurried his way to find the girl unconscious on the ground. it was all his fault.

a disturbing sound came from her mouth. She woke up in an oddly unfamiliar house. Her body covered by a thin blanket, the walls were closing like the screams that got caught up in her throat.

jisung who was downstairs making dinner ran through the stairs and opened the door alarmed at the high pitched noises.

"Are you okay?" He exclaimed trying to recover his breath.

"what am I doing here? where am i ?" she asked not trying to panic even more. She felt so dizzy the room kept on spinning.

"you're at my house, you passed out at the library" He said scratching the nape of his neck with guiltiness.

"I remember now, this was your deed, you and your stupid nauseating books" by the looks of it she had been gone for a while. Not to mention the longer she was in a slumber the longer the suffering.

"not my fault you got scared by a book for 5 year olds" He said shrugging, with an unprovoked expression.

"And you dared to call me an ignorant" she deadpanned.

"Do you fear anything?" He asked out of the blue.

what is the real meaning behind fear?. Fear is tangible. Is the anxiety, the desperation to run away and hide forever where they can't find you, it means to want to stab your eyes with a safety pin to blind the pain. Is the captivity of oneself.

"You're scared of yourself aren't you?" it no longer sounded like a question but more like an affirmation.

he had figured you out in no time. You couldn't let them see the vulnerable side, not to anyone and most definitely not this stranger.

"You said it yourself you know nothing so leave alone before it's too late" She threatened.

"Anyways I'm sorry for being so persistent, never intended to make you feel uncomfortable, I'll be downstairs if you need me, dinner is ready if you want to come and have something to eat before you leave" He knew it was better not to push it if he wanted answers.

But why was he so desperate to understand the world inside her head ?

Jisung felt the loneliness of her being. He came up to the conclusion that he wanted to be the person who brought the girl back to life.

After some time he grew a step closer to her, not to the point she would stop pushing him away but at least his efforts had made a very insignificant change.

She would let him read the books to her once in a while, she fed into the words, relating to every single one of them. But things were still the same at night, she would break down to the horrifying sight.

"Jisung why are you still here ?" she asked him unable to understand why the boy remained by her side even when she treated him like a piece of trash.

"Because im trapped under your spell" he confessed.

"You’re e going to end up in so much pain" she said looking into his eyes.

"You can't go to heaven before crossing the flames of hell" He responded with certainty. “ and If I have to burn I rather do it while still holding you”

"Would you still like me if you knew the kind of monster I am, not the one you read in books but the kind that hides behind a mask and transforms at night"

" I would still like you if you were the devil himself"

" The devil wont tear your soul apart like I would trust me" She knew she would drive him into despair. But she had warned him multiple times, from here she no longer take accountability, he would meet fear. She would make sure of that.

I'm stuck with the phobia although I want to stay with you I'm scared that you might disappear in between the shadows. How can I hold you when I was made to destroy you.

there was a girl whose world was a pitch black hole and her insides were dark and twisted, and a boy who fell in love with her repulsiveness swore to never leave her, but her darkness overshadowed the fugacious happiness of a spur moment and the voices in her head claimed that she was all alone. but the boy sang to her a lullaby that lulled her into a deep sleep and for the first time in forever there were no painful memories in her dreams.

She was the girl who fed on nightmares. The one he once read about and the one he was now holding on his arms.

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blue-shaded · 2 years

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Hi, new anon, but been on the site and with some of the communities mentioned, for years. Your blog is how I found out some info on what happened to another blog I followed. I swear I'm not trying to convince you to do anything- just wondering if you ever considered using nicknames for the content creators you talk about? That way people who are looking for discourse, who have their own doubts about their favorite creator, can search tumblr and within your own blog with "[content creator nickname] discourse" and your blog, and similar blogs, would show up. I've been reading through the blog for a couple of days and from personal experience, I'm having issues corroborating claims and proof across many tags, and I think it'd just be easier to find specific posts on your blog, especially since Tumblr's search function is already a nightmare. (1/2)

This would also keep the more trivial discourse out of the main tag. Like I said, I've been reading through the blog- I've seen other discourse blogs (some who used to be connected to GuruGossiper but are long gone) use nicknames for content creators. I understand putting grievances that are on levels of exposing racism and bigotry in the main tag, but it seems like if we try to just use the Latest filter to see edits, art, etc., this blog shows up with the more petty complaints and in-fighting (relatively trivial in comparison to the above in bold) from everyone you respond to. It makes your blog seem like a vicious hate-blog where everyone is just arguing with each other, and if you're trying to reach the community on such serious topics, I'm not sure this is working too well. This is definitely not the most vitriolic discourse blog I've encountered, but I wonder if the main-tag method is counter-intuitive to the objective. Hoping this blog doesn't dissolve into nonsense, tbh. (2/2)

I don't want to use nicknames for content creators. Simply because it's partially ignoring the problem or trying to cover it up which is entirely against what I'm standing for. I don't even dare to become part of the problem. Tumblr's search function is defenitely fucked up. I agree. However that's also why my masterlist exists. So the evidence and the claims are in one tight and handy place WITH the sources to back it up. I don't put anything up on that list unless it's actually proven to be a thing. I also do not want to keep discourse out of the main tag. because 1: I dont want to satisfy the hateful stannies with that. and 2: The discourse is about that content creator so I will use that tag no matter what. If people don't want to see discourse they can block me. It's not like I'm going to share anything else ever, so they'd get rid of the discourse all in one handy click. And for the people who were crying "but you cant do that on mobile" Apps exist, and tumblr has its own blacklist function so go to hell. The people who think I'm hate-blog are stuck in their echochamber of believing that. The people that matter on this blog know exactly who I am and what I stand for so I don't really care about the opinion of some equally 'hateful' content creator stans to begin with. They really don't matter to me enough to be changing anything up purely because they don't want to see what's already in front of them. If they hate to see it so much they can take matters into their own hands and not unrightfully expect of me to solve their problem. This blog won't dissolve into nonsense. It'll always be here since there's still people that have valid concerns. And if you can't handle that you can take it upon yourself to leave this place alone. It's not like you are my target audience anyway.

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ketso · 3 years

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Episode 38

Today, Utopia opens. I am so excited. We have complementary drinks to welcome all our day one customers. Kgomotso is here to help me today. She will be our receptionist until the offices at home are up and running. But with how things are going, we might just find another location for offices because my mom kicked our offices out of her yard.

My employees are all here and they are so professional in their uniform. Yes, I make them wear uniform.

My doors open and in walks Zelda followed by three people - a gay guy and three women looking stylish. She looks good. She is a beautiful girl, shame, and money polished her well. Clearly being with Mthunzi has made her look less like a maid.

"Not bad." The gay one says as his eyes run around my place.

"It’s cute. Not exactly a place I'd come to for Utopia, but I'm sure the target audience is pleased by pretty much anything", one of the women say.

Why are these people here?

Zelda stands in front of me and smiles.

"Hello Sindiswa", she says.

Her friends are already vandalizing my store. They are breaking equipment and spilling liquids on the ground.

"What do you want?" I ask her.

"For you to stop harassing my husband and I. I've been trying to ignore you, hoping you'd get the message, but you just keep pushing simply because you can. At the rate that you contact us, I thought you’d be happier to see me because I cannot shake you off my life no matter how much I ignore you." She is so devious as she says this.

I'm most distracted by her friends vandalizing my place. I worked hard for this and what happens if my customers start arriving? My staff is freaked out. Kgomotso is on the phone. I hope she is calling Sandile.

"Please tell your friends to stop this. You and I can talk without all of this drama", I say.

"I'm done talking to you. Leave my family and I alone or there will be hell to pay. O hlokoloza lepantsula, baby girl. Don't take me to places you won't be able to handle me at. Mthunzi is my husband, now. And I will lose my mind when it comes to him. Siyezwana?" She threatens me.

I am so shook!

When did she become this person?

"I need a response, Sindiswa. Am I clear?" She says just as the gay drops one of my vases and shatters it.

I nod my head.

She smiles at me.

She calls her friends and they all walk out of the shop.

When did Zelda become this person?

...

"Is this Sindi Msomi?" The lady over the phone asks me.

I had to come home after Zelda and her friends vandalised my store. I am highly upset and the last thing I need are a bunch of randoms calling me. I hope this is not an insurance call.

"Yes. Who's this?" I ask.

"Melanie Richards. I'm calling you from KPableC Studios and am the producer of a show that we would love to feature you on."

Now this is interesting...

"I'm listening", I say as I take a sip of my green tea.

"We are doing a reality show that follows business people and their ability to make money out of almost anything. It's a social experiment really. You will be put in a house with ten other like-minded business people who have businesses in various industries. You'll be required to complete some challenges individually and other challenges will be completed in groups. The business person of the house at the end of the ten days will walk away with R150 000 put towards their business. It's a week-long challenge and we challenge you to be at your best. The show will be called The Business & Its Capitalists."

The Melanie chatterbox lady, who has not given me five seconds to state whether I am interested in this show or not, spends another thirty minutes explaining this show to me and even telling me that there will be one day where family will be invited to be part of the experiment, learning how to be supportive and being part of the journey. I instantly know that I'll be inviting Mthunzi. He will always be supportive of me. Then again, his wife came to see me and threatened me. Now that Mthunzi has blocked me, I need to reach out to her to get to him. Oh gosh.

"I'm interested. Thank you. May I ask who else will be part of this?" I ask.

"You will find out on Friday when you arrive at the house. A car will be sent to come and pick you up. You can email me your details in the meantime such as diet requirements and let us know where we should pick you up."

After this call, I become extremely excited. I am winning that R150 000. I know I'm the best businesswoman there is. I just know. And, I'm going to be on TV. I think I should tell Mthunzi because he was a large part of my start up and journey. He is also the reason that I have had to start all over. I'll be open about my divorce and how my marriage contributed to the success and some failures of my business. It is only fair that he knows upfront.

I use my business phone to call him.

"Hello?" He answers after two rings.

"Mthunzi, it's Sindi. And before you hang up, I just want you to know that I'm calling because your name might be appearing in the media soon and I thought I'd give you a heads up." I say.

"Why would my name be appearing in the media, Sindiswa?" He sounds very annoyed.

"I'll be joining a reality show and I'm most likely going to bring you up."

"Are you high?"

"What?"

"Sindiswa, why would you bring me up in a reality show that has nothing to do with me?"

"Because you are part of key elements in my life. I still have your surname, for goodness sake. When I talk about my life, you are instantly part of some highlights and the reason that I had to start all over."

"You know what, if my name is even mentioned in whatever you are busy with, I promise you, Sindiswa, I'll make sure you lose whatever deal is meant to come out of this. I will sue you. I will sue the production company. And I'll make sure that no one touches you by the time I'm done with you. This will be the last business deal you will ever enter into."

"But, Mthunzi-

"I can make your life very difficult, Sindiswa. And this thing of yours of pushing me too far will give you whatever it is that you are looking for one of these days. Stay away from me. And stay away from my wife. I can end your career faster than what you plan on ending my marriage. And this better be the last phone call I receive from you."

He hangs up.

WTF?

"Everything okay?" KG walks into the TV room and asks me.

I shrug my shoulders.

"I'm on my way to get the kids from school. We can go together and chat in the car." She says.

I don't argue. I get my phone and purse, then we leave together in my BMW that she has now claimed.

"I got an offer to be on a reality show that focuses on business people and their business sense. There are some exercises that will require family and I phoned Mthunzi to let him know that I'll be mentioning his name from time to time because he is a critical part of my rise and fall in business and he just overreacted", I tell her.

She sighs then she says, "Sindi, you have to let go of Mthunzi. This is making you look desperate. You are not desperate, Sindi. You are one hell of a businesswoman and that has nothing to do with Mthunzi. If he were the businessman that you make him out to be, he would be the one that is invited to the reality show. But they chose you. They chose you because you know business and you are a business owner. Mthunzi is an employee. How exactly is he critical to your rise and fall?"

She doesn't understand. She just doesn't get it.

I sigh.

"Sindi, we moved here because you wanted a fresh start. Give yourself a fresh start. Siya needs you. And you running after Mthunzi every time you get an excuse to do so is limiting you in being a present mother for Siya. We are your family. If your family is needed at this reality show what-what, then we will be there. Leave Mthunzi and his maid. They are two employees that are happy with bowing down to making other people's dreams come true. That's not you. That's never been you. Being with Mthunzi has dimmed your light enough. Now shine like the star that you are and in fact, show Mthunzi now more than ever what he let go of. That maid is not even half the woman that you are and she never will be. Make sure that when they watch that show together, they both see how above both of them you truly are. You are Sindiswa! Everyone knows who that is and that's why you get reality show deals. Who is Mthunzi again, if not your shadow?"

We burst into laughter.

I think I may have misjudged her too quickly. I like this girl!

...

"Are you sure you are okay?" Sandile is asking me for the fiftieth time.

"I'm fine, Sandile. It's Mthunzi's new wife. She came to tell me to stay away from Mthunzi", I say.

"Why aren't you leaving him alone?"

I don't say anything because I am getting tired of this question.

"Stop this, Sindiswa! Stop this! You will draw unnecessary attention to us. You know that we need to keep a low profile. If that girl could just drive here and find you, what more about George?" Sandile.

I just look at him.

"Your shop will be open for business tomorrow", Sandile says.

I stay in this position on my mom's couch, contemplating if I should phone Mthunzi and tell him about his wife’s behaviour at my store today. I decide against it then go to sleep.

...

My spirit is extremely down today. I miss Mthunzi so much. After what Zelda and her friends did yesterday, I just feel so violated and even more pressed to piss Zelda off. But, Sandile is right. I ran away from Joburg because I wanted to stay away from George. George hasn't tried to reach out to me in anyway and I haven't heard of anyone in this house being stalked. If I want to keep this way, I need to keep a low profile. I hope my reality show feature does not put me in an exposed position.

I am having coffee in the kitchen on one of these nice barstools that Kgomotso got for the house. I scroll through my pictures, scrolling through the memories that Mthunzi and I created with our children. I cannot believe that I gave all of this up for George. I have really made some stupid decisions in my life and I am embarrassed by where they have led me.

Mthunzi was an amazing husband - probably the best man I will ever know or be with. I was selfish. I wanted more. I was always driven by more. I thought that I could get more by doing what I needed to do and he would never find out about it. But George's working hours were always odd. Mthunzi asked questions until I ran out of answers. The day he found out, I knew I had changed his life forever. The look he gave me told me that his heart was done with me. He didn't divorce me immediately, so I truly believed that we had time and we could still fix our marriage and tolerate each other for our kids. He would be the one tolerating me, I'd still be loving him. Little did I know that he was running paternity tests behind my back on both our kids. Had he not done that, we would still be together for Siya's sake.

The part I am trying to understand the most is when he and Zelda started sleeping together. I can understand how they got away with hiding it from me. I always requested Mthunzi to drive her around. But that’s because I trusted that girl. She was smart and she was always there to solve whatever problem we had - at home, in the office and with my kids. I did not realise that she was taking my place in my man's life too. Now, she has the audacity to bully me in my own beauty bar and threaten me to stay away from a husband who was mine first?

I find myself dialling her number because I need to do something with this anger and regret and...

"Hello?" She answers her phone.

"I don't appreciate the stunt that you pulled yesterday." I say.

"There are a lot of things that I don't appreciate about you, but you don't find me harassing you on umpteen phone calls", she says.

"Zelda, can we talk? Can we just talk, please?" I request. This conversation is long overdue.

She sighs.

"You really hurt me, Zelda. Can you at least acknowledge that? I may not have been the perfect wife for Mthunzi, but I did love him. I built with that man. We had a family, assets and fifteen years of marriage. That's not water under a bridge. That is a whole life. It was my life and you played a role in turning it upside down. Why are you treating me like I am the problem in all of this?" I plead my case.

"You didn't deserve me sleeping with your husband. I am someone you trusted amongst your staff members. I do apologise for that. I never went into your house with the intention of destroying your marriage. I didn't mean to fall in love with Mthunzi while he was still your husband. You are right, you were not the best wife to him. But you are also right that it didn't give me a right to do as I pleased with your husband. And for that, I am sorry." She says.

This I didn't expect, but I am relieved that this conversation is happening.

"Thank you for that, Zelda." I say. I am genuine.

"Sindi, I will take the blame for sleeping with Mthunzi while he was still married to you. It was wrong and I am sorry. Please also remember that I didn't rape him, there was consent from both parties that engaged in that relationship. So for you to now take that and think that it gives you the right to harass me every chance you get is uncalled for. Mthunzi is with me now and you need to move on with your life. He doesn't want you anymore." She says.

This cuts me deep. Mthunzi has always wanted me. He wanted me before I even noticed him. Today, he no longer wants me because he is with my maid?

"Please, just stay away from us. Please." She says.

I am still quiet.

"Hello?" Her.

"I'm still here. It's just difficult to accept that everything is over, you know. And Siya is also struggling. He doesn't deserve to be punished for my mistakes. Mthunzi is the only father that he knows and it's getting to him as to why Mthunzi doesn't want him anymore." I express.

"I hear you. Siya is a good kid and he doesn't deserve any of this, you are absolutely right. But Mthunzi doesn't deserve to deal with the consequences of your actions neither, raising and being responsible for a child that he had nothing to do with in the first place. Sindi, you created this mess and put everyone in positions that they'd rather not be in. You don't get to be the victim. You need to sit your son down and tell him the truth instead of expecting everyone to feel sorry for you and cover up your actions." She says.

She is really cruel, shame. She forgets that she practically raised Siya. But, I am also done begging her so:

"Okay, I guess this is it then. Take care of yourself and Mthunzi. He is a good man. Good luck with everything."

She hangs up.

"Knock knock", I hear someone say. He is already inside the house. He is one of Sandile's employees. I look at him.

"Hi sisi", he says.

"Can I help you?" I ask him.

I mean, I'm dressed in a short satin gown and I look hot. But I do feel slightly exposed because this man is turned on by my lower thighs and my calves. But hey, let me have a little fun with him. I stand up and show off my ass and hips as well. His hands are now covering his penis. LOL!

"Well?" Me

"I am looking for uSandile." He finally says.

"Okay, let me go find him." I say.

I turn around and model my way out of the kitchen to go find Sandile. I know he is watching and I know that he is enjoying the view.

LOL!

The opening of Utopia is a success. There is a red carpet leading our first clients in. Kgomotso makes an incredible front of house. The shop is full. Each therapist is working on a client and the waiting area is occupied. People are buying books and reading while waiting to be attended to. I invited the authors to join us today to sign books, so that's also bringing in a crowd. Due to Covid-19 restrictions, we put extra chairs outside for people to sit and wait their turn to come in.

This is nice.

A man walks in with a bunch of flowers. It's the horny fool from this morning. He is smiling at me now, not looking like he is about to be killed by his own sweat and erection. I can't help but laugh when he stands in front of me. He is looking a lot more confident that he did this morning and I realise just how nice he is. He even smells nice.

"Congratulations on the opening of your shop", he says.

"You mean beauty bar", I say.

"Huh?"

"This is a beauty bar, not a shop". I say.

"Oh, I see." Him.

"Are those for me?" I ask, pointing my head at the flowers in his hands.

He nods his head and gives them to me. I accept the flowers and ask my receptionist to put them in some water for me.

"Can we talk?" The guys says to me. Please don't tell me he is about to mack on me already. Come on dude, you are probably a driver for my brother. What am I expected to do with you?

I come out of the reception booth and walk with him outside. We stroll together away from the buzz of my beauty bar.

"I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable", he says.

"You didn't know that you'd find a woman in a lingerie gown when you came looking for your boss. Don't feel too bad about it. It's honestly forgotten. I have moved on from it", I assure him.

He is not rich enough to handle me, so he doesn't need to believe or feel as if he made me uncomfortable. He cannot afford to.

"Thank you. I really respect Sandile. I don't want to ever come across as if I am disrespecting him or his family in any way. You are a beautiful woman, but I do respect boundaries", he says.

Okay. Honourable.

"I'm Sindiswa, by the way. But everyone calls me Sindi", I introduce myself.

"Phumlile", he says, extending his hand for a handshake. I accept the handshake.

"Have a good day further, Phumlile."

"You too, Sindiswa".

He walks away and heads to his car. Yep, it is one of the taxis we bought. I'm out of his league. Cute or not, I'm not willing to explore that further. I wave at him as he drives off and he has the audacity to hoot at me.

Tjo!

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What to expect in the bonus episode —> Sindi’s Voice:

Sindi comes back home on time for Christmas just to make sure that it’s everything her family deserves – especially Siya. George is not completely gone – he comes back and in bonus episode 2 (on Sunday) we hear from his voice for the first time, leading us to the voice of a new character – Luthando, George’s wife. Will it be a merry Christmas and a happy new year for our girl Sindiswa?

Tune in this Saturday at 11am for bonus episode 1 and on Sunday for bonus episode 2 at 12pm. Tag a friend or two and PUT THEM ON! Surely you need at least one of your friends by your side for when Sindi meets Luthando! You might just not survive it reading it on your own!

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