Chapter 92

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Thandolwethu's pov:

We step onto the red carpet leading into the venue,her song already making itself known to our ears. Some people may say it's just an amapiano beat,but she describes it as the way her heart beats for me. It's called Uthandolwami featuring Dbn Gogo and DJ Maphorisa. My groomsmen and her bridesmaids enter the venue dancing. We soon follow shortly after them. We had practiced our dance and I know we are going to nail it. We make our way inside dancing and they start screaming. I love the decor. It's peach and silver but there are white drapings hanging throughout the hall. I chose silver and she chose peach. We decided to book the whole place because it has rooms. We knew our friends would have a hard time leaving since they love getting drunk ke.

The rectangular tables are on the sides of the hall while in the middle is a red carpet,leading to the centre where the floor is white,written 'Mr and Mrs Sangweni' in gold. Gosh,Tumi and the wedding planner really did a great job. Then at the front there are two King and Queen seats,for myself and my wife of course with a glass table infront of the chairs. There are two rectangular tables below that area,which are for the groomsmen and bridesmaids. There is a stand next to my chair,with a three tier cake. I can't exactly see the design from here but I'll let you know when I do.

Siyamu dances infront of me,shaking what her mama gave her and the crowd cheers more. I try to pull her close but she slips away laughing at my misery. We proceed to sit down when the song ends. The top tier of the cake is designed with music emojis,a girl with headphones kissing a guy and I guess that is Siyamu and I,at work. The middle tier is designed with the same guy popping champagne where there are four other gents,the girl with the headphones and four more girls. I guess those are our friends. The last and bottom tier is designed with the guy holding a baby boy and the girl is pregnant,while there are two elderly women rejoicing next to them. This is honestly beautiful,by the way,I made sure they make the whole cake a chocolate delight.

Buhle comes to our table with two champagne glasses and some champagne in a bucket filled with ice. I smile at her. Today I was strictly told that I don't lift a finger, unless I'm carrying my wife

"Thanks friend" Siyamu says. The photographer is taking pictures of us while the speeches are made. I browse through Instagram and Siyamu posted a picture Thapelo took of us at the altar,when I was crying. I repost it and switch off my phone. I look over at her. She looks so beautiful with her natural hair. God,I know I've done bad things, a lot of them, I don't deserve such a woman. I can't believe I bagged her,I mean I trust myself but Siyamu is a different breed

"I think food should start being served while the speeches are made. It's not like they will stand up to go do it themselves" Siyamu says to Ayanda,her cousin,which brings me out of my thoughts. She nods and walks towards the kitchen

"Ngibingelele wonke umuntu okhona phakathi kwethu namhlanje. I'm sure most of you know me,and if you don't I'm Thapelo. I'll be speaking on behalf of the groom's friends. Thando and I have been bestfriends for more than 15 years and never have I ever thought he will get married. Mina shame I commend boss lady ne. She tamed a beast. Thando was a player and nobody thought he would ever settle down. When he started dating boss lady,you could tell that even his mindset was changing,for the better. For that boss lady,I just want to thank you. You didn't change who he is but you changed his rotten mindset of treating women like clothes. I've seen you guys at your lowest and highest points so all I can say is that, don't give up on each other. You are great friends but even better parents. I'm proud of you both,you guys have matured quite well. To more love,more music and more babies. (I greet everyone gathered here with us today)" he raises his glass. Everyone cheers for him and we laugh. Thapelo really loves being an uncle ne.

Buhle delivers our plates to us "don't worry,I dished up for you" she reassures her friend and walks away. I kiss her cheek and she looks at me,smiling at my gesture

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