Chapter 3

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Zizipho Pov

Hey there, my name is zizipho Mlangeni I'm 25 years old I'm and charted accountant I live with my mom and granny my dad died when we were young, I have an older brother Zenzele he is a businessman he owns a construction company  so I work there well asemahle is my best friend  ,my ride or die  , my other half , my sister  we have been friends since primary school I love that soul. I listen to her as she tells me what andile wants I couldn't be happier.  I mean andile is my crush so this will make me spend time with him I started having a crush on him when asemahle first introduced me to him, but he never paid attention to me. 

asemahle:'' so what do you say?''

me:'' what in it for you?''

her: ''Ouch! I'm offended am I that bad that I can't do a favour for my twin without anything in return.,''

she forgets that I know her like the back of my hand.  

me: '' Mmmmh try again. ''

her: '' fine I asked for the latest iPhone, and he bought it''.

see I told you so. 

me: WHAT! are you trying to milk my man dry?''

her: '' wena {you} stop this crush of yours on my brother he is a fuck boy uhlaku hurt{tha} girl girl .''

me: '' yeah whatever I'll take my chances.'' 

her: '' alright so will you do it'' 

me: '' of course '' 

 her: '' let me send you his digits so you can discuss the rest with him.''

me: '' okay bye chommie "

her: '' bye skati ''[sweety]

I hung up and zenzele barges in my room. 

zenzele: '' hey kiddo'' 

me: '' sup bro''  

him: '' mom said I should tell you that breakfast is ready.''

me: '' okay I'm coming.''

him:'' sharp'' 

me and my brother have a really close relationship he is also my best friend. 

I jog downstairs since I already did my morning routine.

mom: '' look who finally decided to grace us with her royal presence.''

me:'' Ndlovukazi yam.'' [ my queen]

mom: '' how are you, my love.'' 

me: '' I'm fine mommy "

well, I am a mommy's baby.

grandma: '' when she is your queen what am I.''

so much jealousy I mean so much drama.

me: '' hawu phakade lam.'' [ my forever]

grammy: '' Habe mangiyi phakade lakho mase indoda yakho Ibe yini yona?'' [ if I am your forever then what is your man.]

me and mom burst into laughter grammy can be such a comedian.

zenzele: '' indoda yani kungafa umuntu and besides she's too ugly lo.''[ what man I'd kill someone.]

I shoot him a death stare that can send him to his grave.

him: ''jeez I'm kidding my beautiful sister.''

let me tell you my description I'm dark skinned some say I look like goodness from the queen without the dreads though I have a small waist, small boobs, and ass for days just like my bestie. 

me: '' mxm ''  

we ate breakfast after that we all went to work, my mom owns a creche grammy works with her.

 I was in my car when I decided to call andile  it rang for a while before he picked up.

PHONE CONVO  

 andile: '' Cebelethu consultant how can I help you?''

what! is this how he answers an unknown number? 

me: '' huh * laughing* it's zizipho'' 

 andile: '' oh sorry hey how are you doing.'' 

me: '' I'm fine andile how are you?''

andile: '' I'm fine zipho so I take it Ase told you about the plan.''  

I blush only he calls my name like that others call me zee. 

me:'' yes and I'll help you so how are we going to do this?''

him: '' we will meet tomorrow for lunch and talk look I have to go bye.'' 

me: '' bye '' 

wow what a great way to start a day I arrive at work; I park my car at the private parking lot perks of being siblings with the boss anyways I get inside I greet the receptionist and walk to my office just as I settle in Lubabalo walks in, argh this guy is getting on my last nerves. 

him: '' hey beautiful '' 

me: '' it is still no lubabalo ''

him: '' Oh come on zee please just one date and I will never bother you again.''

I look at him for a while and I sighed. 

me: '' fine lunch today and then you Backoff ''

him: '' Thank you, you won't regret it''.

he smiles and walks out argh I regret it already i open my laptop and carry on with my day. 






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