Forbidden Treasure ✓

62.) A friend.

Onalerona's POV

I get inside the house and walk to the kitchen. I pour myself a glass of water and drink it in one go. I stare at the ring on my finger and giggle. I can't believe he proposed to me like this. I was expecting something a little more romantic but no he had to propose in a car. But I don't care because I know he is genuine and he loves me.

Olebogang walks in and I put my hands in my sweater pocket. "O tswa kae?" asks Olebogang. (where do you come from?) "Jaaka ke buile pelenyana ke ke tlhoka go hema moya o o phepa." I answer and she hums. (like i said earlier i needed some fresh air.) I open the freezer and take out mince. I will make lasagna and I'll see what I make for myself when its time to eat.

I take out the onions, tomatoes and peppers from the fridge and start chopping. "A o na le palamonwana mo monwaneng wa gago?" she asks. (is that a ring on your finger?) "Ee." "O e bone kae?" (where did you get it from?) "Ke e rekile duh." (i bought it duh.) "E lebega e le ntle. Ke a e rata." (it looks beautiful i like it.) "Ke a leboga." (thank you.)

I hear the door opening and ma walks in and we greet each other. "Mme ke eng se ke se bonang mo monwaneng wa gago?" asks ma. (and then, what is that I see on your finger?) "E ne e le palamonwana." I answer. (a ring.) "O e bone kae?" (where did you get it?) "E ne e rekile." (i bought it.) "Ke eng fa o ne sa mpolelele gore o rata dilo tse di turang ngwanaka." (why didn't you tell me you have an expensive taste my child?) "Ke rata botshelo jo bo bonolo." she chuckles. (i'm a lover of soft life.)

"Ke a go dumela ngwanaka." she says and walks out. (i believe you my child.) I add some oil in the pan and fry the onions and pepper. I add the defrosted mince and spices with the grated tomato. I let it cook and move onto making me beschemel sauce. I finish cooking after thirty minutes and assemble my lasagna. I add some cheese ontop before putting it in the oven to bake.

I wash the dishes I used to cook and go and sit down. Ma walks in and sits next to me. "A o ne a kopa?" she asks and I giggle. (did he propose?) "O ne a dira jalo." I answer. (he did.) "Fa?" (when?) "Gompieno o rile o batla go dira dilo sentle ka tsela e e siameng mme seo se simolola ka go mo kopa." (today he said he wants to do things the right way and that starts with him proposing.) "Ke itumeletse gou." I smile. (i'm happy for you.)

"Ke a go leboga mma ke kopa o tswelele o ikgolaganya le papa." I say and she sighs. (thank you ma. please continue reaching out to dad.) "Reetsa, ke lekile thata mme ga a reetse. Mo ntlheng eno re tshwanetse go letla Nkosikhona go dura tiro e e boima." she says and I sigh. (Listen, I have tried my hardest but he isn't listening. at this point we should let Nkosikhona do the hardwork.) "Okay."

"Go and check on the lasagna." she says and I nod. I stand up and walk to the kitchen and check on my lasagna and its getting there. I close the oven and waddle back to the living room. I sit down and watch some TV. My dad comes back at 19:00. "O ne o le kae?" asks mom. (where were you?) "Ke ne ke tlhoka go nna kgakala le ene." he answers and she sighs. (i needed some space.)

"Ona you can dish up." she says and I nod. I walk to the kitchen and take out the plates and dish up for everyone. Obakeng helps me carry the plates to the dining room and I thank him. We sit down and he says a prayer and we eat in silence. "Ke eng seo se mo monwaneng wa gago?" asks dad. (what's that on your finger?) "E ne le palamonwana." I answer. (a ring.)