Following tradition

Intro

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I was now looking at my parents and my siblings. I couldn't believe what my father was saying to me. I looked at him thinking he might be joking but he wasn't. This isn't what I expected from my father, the man that worshiped the ground that I walked on. I turned and looked at my mother, she and I were not really close. She hated me for the love that my father showered on me.
Me: She put you up for this?
For the first time in my life i raised my voice and i saw my baby sister cringe. My father stood up and looked at me with anger in his eyes.
Dad: You will not speak to your mother like that. I looked at him with tears in my eyes and pushed the chair as it fell to the floor and ran out of the house as fast as I could and not looking back. With my father calling my name and I never stop but just ran. It was the afternoon and the sun was still out. I ran until my chest was paining.
" marriage!!!.... my father has arranged marriage for me. What the fuck was he thinking!" I got to the river bank where the big oak tree is and pushed myself against the tree and took deep breaths trying not to cry. Today is suppose to be the best day of my life. I passed Matric when I thought I wouldn't pass and instead of us discussing my future in going to study or working they busy telling me about marriage???
" what the fuck!!!!" I screamed my lungs out and kicked the little pebble and my big toe pained and I screamed and then.
Voice: Sorry.
I froze and turned and there stood the most handsome amazing man iv ever seen in my life. His eyes bright brown, his face strong and very masculine with beard all around his face. He was tall but not skinny. He was so dark but its looked good on him. He had confidence in himself and he oozed of sex appeal. I stood there not talking and just staring at him and my toe stopped paining.
Him: Your toe bleeding
I looked down and I saw the blood and I took a deep breath looking at him. First time in all my life that am standing in front of a man apart my father and his talking to me. Like his really talking to me no one else but me.
Me: You talking to me?
That came out and I clasped my mouth shut. I closed my eyes and pictured my chubby maths teacher teaching me maths and I opened my eyes and looked at him standing there looking at me with his hands in his pockets.
Him: Are you okay?
Oh lord his voice was to die for. It was like silk and
My heart was pounding to hard and I couldn't speak. This took me back to the day Sizwe the hottest guy in class asked for my pen and I fainted.whole classed laughed and I made it a point to never speak to a man in my life unless its my elders. So here I was looking at the lord perfect creation and I couldn't say a word and my dad thinks ill get married. I felt my heart beat faster and I knew I was about to faint so i leaned on the tree and slowly crouched into a sitting position before the darkness consumes me.
My name is Amani Nciza and this is my beautiful story!!!