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TOO FAR TO REACH 44

Pumulo concluded her yoga class and lay flat on her back, it had been weeks of practicing her mental wellness yoga and it had eventually become so easy that she needed not watch anything to guide her.  Time for yoga was Pumulo’s favorite part of her day, she had become religiously involved that it was now a matter of routine. Jeff often got his body work out this same time of the day and although they could do it together, Pumulo preferred to give him enough room with his therapist. Jeff  was glad she was not present as she was often tough on him when he didn’t want to cooperate.

A knock on pumulo’s door destructed her relaxing moment and she rolled over her yoga mat before getting up. At any given time of the day when Jeff was busy with his therapist, Pumulo went to this room that she specifically isolated for yoga. She had moved every single furniture in this room that was initially a study room. The bare White Walls brought her some sanity as she detached from every thought

“Hai…” Pumulo greeted as she stood before Jeffs therapist.

Hannah was her name, she had been around for three weeks.

“hai madam.. we are done and he is ready to have his bath.. ”

Pumulo sighed with a nod.

“He is fairing well.. I am sure he will tell you all about it” she said

“Thank you so much”

Hannah did not say anything else, she quickly gave Pumulo her back as she went away. Her blue uniform was always so neatly fitted, her hair was always up in a neat bun and it was difficult to tell if she had flawed days. She was just always so perfect. Hannah was not Jeff’s first therapist and she was not his only. Jeff had two therapists attending to him on different days of the week, the other therapist was a guy named Japhet. Japhet was a Congolese making it in South Africa while Hannah was Nigerian girl was also making a living in South Africa. They were both very good at their jobs. To settle for them was not easy as Jeff was stubborn, two female Indian therapists had already quit and a Chinese gentleman left with a Stern warning that if Jeff did not take his therapy session seriously he would be confined to the wheel chair for life. Pumulo had handled all that with Grace. A serious pep talk was all Pumulo needed to give Jeff and he was willing to adjust. It was difficult to figure out whether or not he was just fairing well or his new African therapists were just understanding.

In the bedroom Pumulo tossed out her gym bra and tights as Jeff watched her quietly in his wheel chair.

“are you okay honey?” she asked as she wrapped a towel on her body.

Jeff quickly brushed his thoughts aside and looked at her.

“Yes honey.. I’m good” He smiled.

Bathing Jeff was not a struggle, the first days were easy but it was no longer a struggle, as a matter of fact he bathed himself. Jeff’s wheel chair could adjust upwards and he would lift his weight to enter the bath tub. The master suite bathroom had a beautiful half Moon bathtub which stood independently in the middle of the  room. The bathroom also had a steamy shower and a Jacuzzi.

“can we do us time?” Jeff asked as he looked at his wife seductively.

Pumulo smiled flirtatiously before heading to the bedside to dial her kitchen. These moments meant a lot to Pumulo, after having waited for months, they were finally getting intimate again and all Pumulo could dream of was having twins.

“prepare our dinner.. “ she said to her chef before hanging up and heading to the bathroom where Jeff had wheeled himself.

“lets wash it off then we get in the jacuzzi tub” Pumulo suggested.

This was normally routine, whenever it was their special night, they would enjoy the jacuzzi bath for hours.

“Let me grab some snacks and champagne” Pumulo said before rushing out.

Jeff on the other hand opened the taps and waited for water to fill before he could have his bath. Pumulo often preferred the shower.