Lisa's confessions II {ON HOLD}

Chapter Three

The repeated steps as I stride back and fourth. My hand is over my forehead and lips are quivering. Nostrils breathing hard and my unending sighs are tedious. This is unbelievable. If my predictions are true, how can this engagement party go on? It's a tad bit too late because they just got married. Should I inform my mom about it or confront him. But my mom is pregnant and stress is out of the question. I'm at wits end. What do I do? My door flies open and a few unfamiliar ladies make their way into my room. Carrying suitcases and travelling bags. One lady has a rural leissure tassel grasshand bag balanced on top of her head which just screams rural. They all gaze around my room, jaw dropped and hypnotized. What beats me is the fact that they are oblivious to my presence. I speedily go from panic to puzzled.

"Uh...excuse me?" I finally spoke and they finally notice me.

"Ntombi, where can we place our bags?" The eldest looking asks as she uses her left foot to remove her right pump. Before I even respond she helps herself, barefoot into my bathroom, searching for a wardrobe I believe. Another lady unties her doek from her head and rests her blonde, thick dreads across her shoulders. I can't seem to hide the displeased expression portrayed on my face.

"Ma, ngingak'siza?" I say directing the question to the eldest.

"Hehake, phendula umbuzo sisi. Don't just stare at us like intruders." She remarks. I swear she made me question my sanity for a second. Aren't they intruders?

"MaNtshingila!" I exclaim marching out of my room and I bump into her  right on time.

"Khanya yini?" She asks holding my arms together.

"Gogo there are some strangers in my room." I say pointing at my door. She gives me a bored look, chuckles and pulls me into the room. I notice a kid jumping on top of my bed and I am left dumbfounded. My white duvet will soon turn brown. How on earth have strangers gotten so comfortable in my room?

"These are your aunties baby girl and the one with the dreads is your cousin Luyanda." MaNtshingila introduces. Luyanda greets and I greet back. That explains it. Some humility at least...you can't just intrude in somebody's personal space and be rude on top of it.

"Apologies. Let me direct you to the guestroom." I jest.

"Hai Khanya, they have already gotten comfortable. Plus the stairs are not safe for them, they aren't used to stairs. Wena lala eguestroom." She commands. Just as I attempt to open my mouth she places her finger on her lips, indicating I should keep quiet and obey.

"Siyabonga ma." One of them appreciates. I throw my hands to my lap in surrender and drag my feet towards my bed. I grab my phone and exit the room. I hear her apologize to them for my 'unruly behavior'. Can this day get any worse? I walk to the dining room and the place looks explicit. It hit me there's a party about to take place. I can't wait to have my space back honestly. I can't even breathe in my own room. Great! I still have to change and put on my makeup which is all in my bedroom of course. My thoughts are disturbed by my phone ringing and 'Kholwani' flashes on my screen. My mind contemplates on responding but I instinctively decline the call and place my phone on silent. After what I had witnessed in the restaurant, I marched out without any explanation. I couldn't help the  adrenaline and rage I fed into and left in haste. I was angry and now I don't know how to explain myself to Kholwani. What would I say? I saw my step father flirting with another woman?

The house bell rings and I take counted steps to unlock it. In came a bunch of people I've never seen before, carrying gifts and wine. We exchanged greetings and they made their way in. Uncle T also made his way into the house looking all the same. Not even a sign of guilt in his face. You'd swear he didn't just go out to cheat. Men are all the same. I watch him jog up the stairs and a little migraine attacks me.

I head to my room and thankfully no one is there. I take a quick shower and soon feel refreshed. I settle on my cream white sling dress since white is the theme. I hop into my 2 inches transparent heels and a few touches of some light makeup. Luyanda makes her way in and I give her a brief smile and she returns it.

"You look beautiful." She compliments giving me a faint smile.

"Thank you." I say closing my lip gloss.

Her gaze is centred on me as I put on my earings and I take a quick glance at her. She looks the same way she got here. She's wearing her denim jeans and a purple butterfly t-shirt. She is naturally beautiful no lie. She is much lighter in complexion than I am. Looks like she is in her early twenties. Golden brown eyes and bushy eyebrows.

"Aren't you getting dressed?" I ask perplexed. She bites her lower lip and nods in disagreement.

"Why?"

"I didn't bring any white clothes with me." She confesses.

"Uhmm, I can borrow you a white dress that I have..." I suggest. She gives me a blank stare. I release a huge sigh and open my wardrobe in search for something for her to wear. I get a waste holding knee length, long sleeved dress. Nothing too fancy but it should fit.

"Try this on. You can have any shoe of your choice." I say handing her the dress. She hesitantly takes the dress.

"Uh-uhmm thank you." She whispers and pressed her lips into a thin line. I give her a brief nod and she analyses the dress.

"Do you put on make up?" I ask offering to put some on her.

"No no, thank you. This should be enough." She assures.

"Okay cool. There's lip gloss here and earings in my jewellery box." I say directing her.

"Noted."

I release a huge sigh and exit the room. I don't feel like a wig today so I have on my natural straight back. I'm at home anyway. The house is packed with people and I instantly feel shy. I gather some courage and walk passed the crowd. I receive some greetings and compliments here and there. I finally find my mom and she looks stunning as ever. She's out on an ankle lengthed white waist holding dress which exposes her huge bump. She looks like she's ready to pop! Flat shoes and has on her Brazilian weave. Light make up and red matte lipstick. I involuntarily smile and walk towards her. I offer her a tight hug and she returns the hug.

"You look stunning ma." I compliment.

"As always." She gloats and I chuckle.

Satan himself gets down the stairs wearing his blue denim jeans and a simple white shirt with his white off shoes. He winks at me and I inwardly roll my eyes. I give a brief nod. It takes me just three glasses of wine, and I'll gather up the courage to address it.  I feel hands snake around my waist and I make a 360° turn with hands still holding me in place. A smile comes across my mouth when I realise who it is.

"Mama." He says after giving me a peck on my lips.

"Babe." I greet wiping the gloss off his lips. My mom clears her throat bursting my little love bubble. I almost forgot she was even here. I suck my teeth and turn to face her.

"Brandon." My mom greets.

"Ma'am." He greets back and I press my lips into a thin line. She gives a brief nod and goes towards the guests. My mom doesn't like him one bit and I don't even know what say anymore. It's always awkward with these two.  But when it comes to Kholwani she praises him like no one's business.

"It'll get better I promise." I say caressing his arms. He releases a huge sigh and nods in agreement. I met Brandon at campus. He asked me out and I gave him a chance. And yah... it's been a month or so of dating.
The DJ puts the music on full blast and the guests cheer. He is playing Mmapula by Busta 929 ft Mzu M. I swear Amapiano runs this country if not the continent.

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UNEDITED CHAPTER