"I need alcohol." Tebogo said slamming the fridge door hard. He was in a bad mood. His eyes were blood shot and his jaws were clenched. There were lines on his forehead and he had his hands curled into fists.
"You won't find any here. Did you try the bottle stores?" The look he gave her said he wasn't in the mood for her sarcasm.
"Get dressed, we going out." he told her walking past her to the living room. Mandisa followed him.
"At this time of the night? Are you crazy?"
"My mother is in here." He said in a form of an answer. Mandisa didn't know what that had to do with anything but past experience have taught her that arguing with him was futile. He always did what he wanted and got away with it.
"Give me fifteen minutes." She said and headed for her bedroom.
"Make it five. I don't have patience tonight." He called out after her. Mandisa hurried. In her bedroom she pulled off her sleeping garments and slipped into jeans, a fitting tee shirt and a sweater. The whole process took her less than five minutes. She didn't pause to wonder why she was so eager to go out with her enemy. The man was making her life difficult. She couldn't concentrate on anything because of him and then he shows up on her door unannounced and looking as if he wanted to kill somebody and what did she do, she broke a world's record on getting dressed. She slipped her feet on a pair of takkies and tied up her Dreadlocks. By the time her five minutes was up, she was ready with her bag.
"Where are we going?" She asked rejoining him in the living room. He was standing by the door looking very impatient. He hardly looked at her to see if she was decent for where ever he wanted to take her and in a second she knew why.
"Anywhere they sell alcohol." He said opening the door. Mandisa realized this was not about her. He wasn't there because he wanted to spend time with her. He didn't know Jo'burg and he needed to drink. He was there because he needed someone who knew Jo'burg and would know places that sold alcohol at that time of the night. The realization that he was using her hit her hard that she felt like crying. She didn't, instead she raised her head high and followed him. She didn't know what she had been thinking, but what she was thinking now was that she could use this to her advantage. They said a drunken man told no lies and Tebogo was in the mood to get drunk. All she had to do was get him to reveal some family secrets which she could use against him and his family.