I'm Rubab, and I live in Durban, South Africa. Today I'm going to share the most enthralling part of my life with the readers of this site. It all started when I was just divorced at the age of 36 and was trying to overcome the sudden surge of loneliness that had hit my life and now seemed to have become a part of the rest of it. My married life with my ex-husband left me with two little kids, an 11-year-old daughter and an 8-year- old son. After sending them both to school, I used to have a plenty of time to spend alone at home.
The only way of making a livelihood for my kids and myself was a homegrown business of designing and selling Eastern (Pakistani) clothes to women of local Pakistani and Indian communities, of which we have plenty in Durban. The divorce had somewhat corroded my designing skills, and the income level had dropped near to the ground, as had my mood. Rather than spending time on my work, I'd just started spending a good proportion of my time online, chatting and e-mailing with my elder sister and a few old friends. I'd needed consolation. My sister suggested me to find some reasonable guy for myself and marry him, for the good of my kids and myself. She kept telling me that I wasn't too old to marry again. She was right, because even though I'd turned 36, I still had an admirable figure of 38-26-36, with 5'6" of height and a weight of around 135lbs, which with my Pakistani facial features and complexion looked seductive to men of any age. I'm not overly beautiful, but people tell me I've got an attractive face with sexy features. In simple words, I looked like a bitch. But I was not, at least at that time.
It was one of those days when I was waiting for my sister to come online, when suddenly the "Add Friend" window of my Yahoo! Messenger popped up. Without a second thought, I accepted the invitation to chat and allowed the sender to add me to his Messenger list, as I just wanted to kill time until my sister came online. After the usual exchange of greetings and introductions, I came to know that my "new friend" was a Negro African guy from Ghana and his name was Josef, age 21. After I had chatted a few minutes with Josef, my sister showed up on Messenger, and I excused myself to Josef with promise of talking more later. But before signing off, he didn't forget to send me his picture, in which his head was bald and his body solidly built. I showed him my picture in return. When I signed in the next day, I found Josef already there waiting for me. Fortunately or unfortunately, my sister couldn't appear that day, so I spent almost two hours talking with Josef, and the conversation led us to get to know each other more. He was a college dropout and had been living on ordinary jobs, with a large family to support. I told him about my kids, my broken marriage, and myself. The conversation went along nicely, and I didn't get bored at any time.
Months passed by, and we came closer as cyber friends with every passing day. One day he said that he was planning to move to South Africa in search of a better livelihood and asked me if I could be of any help in this regard if he migrated to SA. I had no problems with that, as I was also looking for an office boy for my business those days. So the documentation was done, and I issued him a work offer. He arranged money for his travel expenses somehow (maybe he borrowed it from someone), and after a little over two months, Josef landed in SA.
When he first came to me, his physical appearance was much different (better) than was in the pictures he'd showed me. He looked like a giant, with a height of well over 6 feet and a broad and muscular chest and shoulders. From his appearance, no one could tell that he was only 21. And the interesting part is it was apparent from his body language that he also looked overwhelmed by my features and figure. Anyway, I greeted him well and introduced him to the only staff I had before Josef's arrival: Madam Helena, a 55-year-old African lady. Madam Helena briefed Josef about his responsibilities, after which Josef underwent a 2 hours training from Madam Helena. Josef appeared to be a good learner and started working for me from the very next day. He was now finally inducted.
Our working hours were flexible, depending on orders we had to work on. Madam Helena was a single mom with seven children to take care of, so she often left early after just three or four hours of work, leaving Josef and me to wrap things up for the day. This gave us plenty of time to discuss with each other our past lives, our ambitions, and our likes and dislikes. Josef was very keen to talk to me and always had something to discuss with me. He always tried to spend time with me at work even when I had nothing for him to do and he could easily leave. I'd also noticed him gazing at me when I was busy somewhere. We had a small cabin inside our office that was my rest area after hours of work. Josef would fix me some coffee, and we kept talking for a long time. I was aware of the fact that I was becoming used to Josef, and now it wasn't easy for me to spend time without him. I'd also guessed from his talks that he'd started falling in love (or lust) with me. But I always ignored this and couldn't help myself from getting captivated by his presence.
On one such day, when we were in the middle of some gossip, he said that he wanted to say something to me. Aware of his intentions, I allowed him to speak straightforwardly. He hesitated for a moment, then bluntly said, "Ma'am, I guess I can't live without you. I've terribly fallen for you."
Though I'd anticipated what was coming out of him, his bluntness took my breath away for a few moments. I stared at him for several seconds, then asked him, as if I were whispering to myself, "Are you sure you love me, or is it only your GUESS?"
"I'm sure about it," said Josef slowly.
I asked, "And what made you feel that you're in love with me?"
He replied, "Since the day I've met you, I've been feeling such a rush of blood that I've never experienced before."