"So, where does he think you are when you're here?" Is'haaq asked as he watched Farah coo over Storm.

It had been almost 3 weeks since they had slept together, and she had been coming over far more regularly than was normal.

He didn't know how he felt about it. They didn't even sleep together all the time. She would come over to hang out, play with Storm, grind his balls about something or the other, and waltz off. He would even dare to say they were friends again.

Just friends though.

They were friends when they were married- they were friends that had a ton of sex- but he wasn't ever sure if they loved each other. They were comfortable with each other, but he could never see himself taking a bullet for her and there was no way in hell she was ever messing up her pretty body for him.

He still wasn't sure why he was getting mixed up in her business.

Perhaps it was just easy for him. It was easy being with her because she had never had any expectations of him. She knew the deal with him, and she never expected anything more... aside from him being richer than he was. And he had never asked for from her either. She was content being a massage therapist and doing yoga and he was cool with that. On the contrary, he loved the benefits that came from it.

"He travels a lot."

"Where-"

"Hey, is this a tick?" Farah looked alarmed as she searched through Storm's fur.

"Where? No. He doesn't have ticks." He grabbed Storm from her, parting his fur to check for himself. "I just applied his tick thing last week."

"There!" she pointed to his ear.

''That's his freckles, fool." Is'haaq breathed a sigh of relief as he set Storm down and sat back on the couch.

"Dude... rude much." Farah scoffed, collapsing next to him.

"You'll get over it." He pulled her closer, leaving his arm around her shoulder.

She reached across him for the remote before she snuggled into his side. "Have you heard from Mika recently?"

"He's in Cape Town." His face broke out into a wide grin. "Guess what he's doing!"

"Being an asshole?" she mused.

"He's always an asshole. Aside from that."

Farah shrugged.

"He's a fucking professor. He lectures first year Biology students."

Farah reeled back. "Get the fuck out of here! Mika is a professor? Those girls must be jags for him."

"He got two babies now. He can't be jags for no one."

"Huh uh!" Farah burst into laughter. "Mikaeel? Mr Let-Me-Shove-My-Dick-Everywhere got two babies? With who?"

"With his wife, how."

Farah bent over, giggling into his shoulder. "I can't even imagine it."

"You want to see a picture?"

"He sent you a picture?" She asked, incredulous.

"Nah, his wife sent it to me..." Is'haaq swiped through his gallery quickly, hoping her eyes wouldn't stray to any of the other pictures. "Here."

"So nunutjies!" she squealed, grabbing his phone out of his hand before she zoomed in on them. "The girl looks like him, doesn't she?"

"She better not be like him though..." he muttered offhandedly.

"I used to kind of like him though..." she commented.

Is'haaq shook his head at her confession. Of course she liked him. There weren't many people who didn't like him...

"So, who's the other girl there?"

He didn't even bother trying to take his phone back from her. She had a vice-like grip and nothing could break it.

"That's Juri..."

She smiled down at the screen as she scrolled through their pictures. "You guys look cute together."

"We weren't really together though..."

Fuck, did he wish he was though.

"She's in your bed and she's wearing your jersey... you're clearly together. " Farah pointed out.

He rested his head against the backrest and stared up at the ceiling. "She didn't want to be like that. I did something bad and she still hasn't forgiven me."

"What did you do?" She looked up at him, watching him carefully.

"I kinda..." he pressed his arm to his eyes, blocking out the bright light above them, "I cheated on her."

"With who?"

"With you... back then." He peaked at her through the side of his eye, embarrassed at his confession.

"Jeez-fucking-Louise. What the fuck's wrong with you? Now you doing it again?"

He quirked his eyebrow at her. "Should you really be lecturing me about this?"

"Whatever. Don't change the subject. What the fuck?" she brushed him off.

"I already told you. She's gone and she's probably never coming back. It's the way she is... she doesn't really need me."

She sighed and shook her head. "Poor Is'haaq." She snuggled back into his side.

"Indeed..."

***

Juri watched them load two plastic body bags off the bakkie and into the cold-room in the garden. Paul didn't think she was awake, so he hadn't bothered looking towards the window. It was early- it was only past 3 in the morning and he had been gone for almost two days.

Now she knew why.

His shipment was coming in and he'd need to distribute it as quickly as possible.

She wondered who the poor bastards in the body bags were. Probably no one.

He would do that sometimes. He would go out patrolling late at night until he found some drugged-up glue boy. No one would ever miss them, and that made them the perfect targets. Pliable, unmissable, nobodies.

Just like her.

If he killed her now, no one would even know. No one would file a missing person's report or wait by the phone for her to call. There was no one anymore. he had cut off all her contact with the outside world. All he left her was a little fucking Game-Boy as if she were a fucking child...

But hell, if she didn't finish all the games over and over and over again.

He didn't even allow her to watch anything on the tv. He would keep the power cable with him and only ever plug it in when he wanted her to watch porn with him.

It was sad that she almost craved those nights just so she'd have something to do other than listen to him. She take him watching her shove her hand down her pants as she watched the screen than have him moan and groan as he tried to make himself come inside of her.

She was pathetic.

So, so pathetic.

What did she even have anymore?

Nothing.