Chapter 12

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When we arrived at home no one felt like cooking so we ordered in. I left my aunt and mom in the lounge and went upstairs to my room. I missed my sister and her nephew. Yes she was here not so long ago but I missed her. I video called her and it's as if she had a spy that told her I'll video call her.
“Mubiza ka Mah.” she said.
I just rolled my eyes at her. “Umuntu omnyama neh!”
“This is nice. Khanyisile video calling me, a whole Mpumelelo.”
“Come on! Don't act like I never call you haibo.”
“Mntaka Mah! I'm so relieved dad is awake. It's a pity I could not be there.” she said.
“Don't be sad. If you could come you would be here we know that.”
“Wena, how is it being surrounded by Angelique and Nomvelo?”
We both laughed.
“Uyadina wena! Uphi umyeni wam?”
“I'm alone MaKhanyis. My baby is visiting his grandparents.”
I could hear the sadness in her voice. My sister likes acting strong around everyone but I know she still wishes Andre’s dad was still alive.
“Unjani kodwa sis wam? And don't lie to me.”
She took a deep breath before answering me. “I won't lie MaKhanyis, it's hard, very hard. I've tried to move on but it feels like I would be betraying him if I do. What if I meet someone but they don't treat my son well? I don't want to introduce my son to every Tom, Dick and Piet!”
I laughed so hard at the Dick and Piet part! My sister can be weird.
“Kodwa nawe, uPiet a whole Piet!” I said while laughing.
“You never know mntaka mah, you never know.”
“I hear you. But you will have to move on some day. Andre’s dad would have wanted you to move on and you know that! Go out, have fun meet new people, get drunk and kiss a few frogs.  A few one night stands here and there.” I said giggling.
She just looked at me with shock on her face. “Yeyi wena ngani! I'm still your older sister.”
“But I'm being honest. You still young and Andre needs a sibling.”

After that video call I went downstairs but it looks like everyone retired early. I grabbed the box of pizza and a bottle of wine and went back to my room. I took a shower first than wore my oversized sweater, the perks of being tiny it looked like a dress. I could pair it up with some thigh high boots and I would look sexy, ready to hit the club. I can't believe I'm home drinking wine and eating pizza instead of partying like there's no tomorrow on a Friday night. I felt a slight vibration on the bed. I picked up the phone and it was Jas.
“Sorry I'm calling now I had a busy day.” Jas said.
“It's okay.”
It's definitely not okay! I know she's trying to get her events business up and going, plus she's working at the gym but a simple message won't kill her.
“Don't be like that Khanyi. I'm really sorry.”
“What do you mean, I must not be like that. What did I do?”
“I know you mad I did not call but you acting like you don't care!”
“That's because I don't care Jas. My dad is awake that's what's important at the moment. What you do with your time has nothing to do with me. I said to her.”
“Wow! Okay. I'm glad your dad is awake though.”
“Jas it's late, I'm exhausted I would like to have an early night if you don't mind.”
“Goodnight Khanyi.”
I just hang up. We not dating but already there's drama. I don't need another Zayn in my life. Speaking of Zayn, he has not bothered me since we last spoke. I hope he got the message that me and him are not friends.

It's 08h00 in the morning on a Saturday but I'm already up because I promised the twins that I'll be at their dance competition for charity. They hold these competitions every now and then to make money for different charity organisations. I've missed most of them but this time I had to keep my promise and go support my babies or I'm never hearing the end of it! I'm going by myself because mom and my aunt are going to fetch my dad. I thought he would get discharged on Monday but, his doctor mentioned that he would heal way better at home being surrounded by his loved ones. Okay now what does one wear when going to these functions? Casual or fancy like a rich woman would?
I texted Olwethu since she's always at these functions;
Mfazi ka Bhuti, what does one wear to these functions? Casual or fancy? I asked her.

She replied.

Cupcake. Casual always work but you know some of these women always want to show off how rich they are. Wear whatever you want cupcake.

Well casual with a bit of sass it is. I wore a high waist ripped jean with a baby blue silk backless top, a nude stiletto. I finished the look with some lipgloss and tied up my braids. No one could go wrong with lipgloss. Took a few snaps before sneaking into my parents bedroom and “borrowed” my mom's nude handbag.
I drove straight to the twins school instead of their house. It saves time that way. Olwethu had texted me and told me where they would be seated. As soon as I found parking space, I went into the hall. I'm so glad they make bigger halls. I wouldn't want to be in a stuffed hall sitting next to Frikkadel with smelly armpits. Ayanda saw me first and ran to me.
“Aunt Khanyi you came!”
She looked so adorable in her blue princess dress. Looks like blue is the theme today. “I wouldn't miss it for anything sweety.” I said to her.
“Come let's go. Mommy and Daddy are sitting over there.”
I followed her to the second row and there they were looking all sorts of gorgeous. “Don't you guys look yummy.”
“MaKhanyis you came?” my brother asked me with a raised brow.
Trust my brother to ask the obvious. “Yekela ingani wena Bonginkosi.” Olwethu
“Come sit next to me cupcake.” Olwethu said shifting to another sit.
I could not spot Ntokozo anywhere. “Uphi uNtokozo?”
“She's still with her teammates practing their dance moves.” Yaya said.
“Wena madam, why are you not practicing?” I asked her with folded arms.
“Yabona mina aunty, I know all my dance moves.”
“Ntombi kaBaba.” said Bonginkosi.
I'm so proud of my brother. I love how soft he is around his daughters. He reminds me so much of Baba. I remember how he never missed any of my school competitions or my dance lessons. Ayanda left us, she had to change into her attire. Apparently she was in the hip hop team while Ntokozo was in the ballroom team, she was doing the ‘Samba’.
They announced that the hip hop team was divided into two. Yaya and her friends were first. They looked so nervous. I just shouted “you got this girls!” I didn't care who looked at me as if I'm mad because fuck them and their sensitive ears. I mean it's a bloody dance competition, I'm allowed to scream all I want!
The team that won was  Ntokozo’s team. She was so happy, she kept on sticking her tongue out to Yaya. We just laughed at her. I'm so glad Yaya is not a sore loser though. She congratulated her sister and gave her a kiss. One thing I'm sure of is that my nieces take after their aunt when it comes to dancing. We went to the park and had a small picnic. I ate so much I just wanted to sleep right there on the grass. It was nice spending time with them.
Arriving at home, I went straight to my parents room but my dad was sleeping so I went out but bumped into my Mom. She wasn't looking at me but my hand. Shit! Her handbag.
“Looks like I have a thief in my own home.” she said still looking at my hand.
“Wow mom. A thief? I borrowed it.”
“From who Khanyisile?”
Okay maybe I am a thief than I said to myself. “I'm sorry Mom.” She just looked at me and shook her head and went into her room. I went to my room and removed my heels, wore my sleepers then went to the garden. I logged into my Facebook account. I had a friend request from a Keabetswe Tau. There's only one Keabetswe Tau that I know of. I hope it's not her. When I looked at the profile picture it was the one and only Keamogetse. The girl who betrayed me in the most cruel way ever. I just deleted her request. I'm not interested in knowing why she sent it in the first place. I forgot to even change my profile picture. I looked through the pictures and found the one. The sun had kissed my skin and I looked smoking hot! I logged out immediately afterwards. A text came through.
Is it safe to call?”

I replied.

“Yeah.”

After Jasmine’s call I felt better. Went back inside the house and went straight to my room to sleep.

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