Onalerona's POV
"A o akanya gore go tsamaile sentle?" I ask. (do you think it went well?) "Ngwana wa me mme ke solofela gore go ne go ntse jalo. Rraago o ne a lebega a ritibetse fa a ne a tswa fano." answers ma. (my child i don't know but I hope it did. your dad seemed calm when he left here.) "Ga a go bolelela gore o tlile go go botsa dipotso dife." she chuckles. (he didn't tell you what questions he will ask.)
"Nnyaa, ga a ka a dira jalo, mme gone, o se ka wa tshwenyega. Ga go a ka ga nna maswe go le kalo." she says and I sigh. (no he didn't but then calm down it couldn't have gone bad.) I make myself a fruit salad just to get my mind off of this thing. I'm stressing for nothing, right. I know Nkosikhona's got this unless he messed up and told him his in the mafia.
I hope dad kept an open mind about him and wasn't quick to jump into conclusions or shout at him. I take a spoon from the drawer and sit down on the bar stool and eat. I trust and believe that everything went well. Obakeng walks in and sits next to me. "O lebega o tshwenyegile." he says. (you look tense.)
"Ga ke tshwenyege. Ke ne ke ipotsa fela gore pokano e tsamaile jang." I say and he chuckles. (I'm not tense I'm just wondering how the meeting went.) "Go tla tsamaya sentle. Ke mosimane yo o siameng mme o a go itumedisa mme fa rre a bona seo o tla dumela." he says and I nod. (its going to go well. His a good guy and he makes you happy and once dad sees that he will approve.)
"Go lekane ka ga me. O tsogile jang?" I ask. (enough about me how are you?) "Ke siame." he answers. (i'm okay.) "O nna o siame ka metlha. A ga go na sepe se o batlang go mpolelela sone gongwe." (you are always okay isn't there anything you want to tell me perhaps.) "Fa nkabo ke itse nkabo ke go boleletse. O a itse gore ga ke go fitlhe sepe." (if I did I would have told you. you know I don't keep secrets from you.)
"Go na le diphiri tse dintsi ka nna go na le wena." I say and we chuckle. (more secrets about me than you though.) "Le fa go ntse jalo, gape ke go bolelela dilo tsa me. Ke tshela botshelo jwa kagiso Ona." he says and I chuckle. (i also tell you my stuff though. I lead a peaceful life Ona.) "Botshelo jo bo nang le kagiso mo polelong e le nngwe." we laugh. (you and peaceful life in the same sentence.)
"Ke a ikana gore ke na le kagiso go go feta." he says and I laugh. (I swear I am more peaceful than you.) "Nna o ntse o tshubile molelo wa gase morwarra, go siame." I say and we chuckle. (keep gaslighting yourself brother its fine.) The door opens and dad walks in. "Papa pokano e ne ya tsamaya jang, ga o a e senya kana sepe?" I ask and he chuckles. (dad how did the meeting go, you didn't ruin it or anything?)
"A o ka nkamogela pele pele ga re tsenela kopano le dilo tse dingwe." he says and I giggle. (can you greet me first before we dive into the meeting and stuff.) "Ke maswabi rra. O tsogile jang?" I ask. (I'm sorry dad. how are you?) "Ke tsogile sentle mme wena." (i'm fine and you.) "Ke siame jaanong tsweetswee araba potso ya me." they chuckle. (i'm good now please answer my question.)
"Go tsamaile sentle ga go a diragala sepe se se maswe. ke ne ka mmotsa dipotso mme a di araba sentle mme ra nna fela ra bua." he says. (it went well nothing bad happened. i asked him questions and he answered them well and we just sat and talked.) "Ga wa ka wa mo goeletsa kgotsa wa dira sepe sa boeleele?" I ask and he laughs. (you didn't shout at him or do anything stupid?)
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