Chapter 4
Zinhle's POV
"So, what do you think about him?" my dear father asks, after the Mulaudzi's left. We are sitting in my dad's office with my mom and dad. "He is okay." I say not giving them much emotion. "Okay. Are you still willing to marry him?" my mom asks. "Honestly I don't care anymore. Just sell me away to those people I don't care." I respond with attitude. " yeyi wena! Don't speak to your mother like that. What kind of disrespect do you call this?!" dad shouts defending his wife. "what do you want me to say? Do you expect me to jump up and down that I'm being sold. Just so you guys can stay rich. Like my happiness doesn't matter." I say at first with attitude then with anger. "You're saying this like you're not benefiting from this arrangement too." Dad says with anger too. "how am I possibly benefiting from this huh how? All I'm seeing is me sold to a family I barely know. Sometimes I wish my dad was still alive he would do this to me." I say with tears falling out of my eyes. "tell that dead father of yours to take in two children that aren't yours and raise and love them like their your own blood. Give them the best life you can provide for them. Huh. Answer me wena. Angithi, you have a smart mouth Khuluma Zinhle." He says with hurt and anger, I'm just sitting with tears and quiet. "you're now mute? You know what you're getting lobola'd in 3 weeks and my word is final. Get out of my office." He commands, I just get up and walk out to find my sisters looking at me so much pity. Ugh I hate this so much. I walk to my room pack my bags and take my keys and leave the house. "Zinhle WAIT!" I hear my mom shout, but I ignore her and get into my car and leave.
(Two weeks later)
I am at work today I was practically forced to because we have a workshop or something like that. These two weeks have been draining with work and content creation but anything for the bag.
After work I go past kfc to buy some dunked wings and an all star box with a Oreo krusher. I drive home is see mom texted me again ~Nana please answer us my baby. Your dad and I are sorry please comeback your lobola is really soon. Please answer my baby we love you so much. ~ I read it then ignore her. It's been two weeks since the whole outburst I had with my parents, and I haven't spoken to them since. At first, I was angry and hurt, still hurt but no longer angry. I've been avoiding them but not my siblings I still text them and check if their okay.
I mean what I said to dad was mean, but I'm just frustrated and hurt. Grewing up knowing that the man that is raising you is not really father is so sad. I mean dad really tried his best to make us feel equally loved I mean guys I use his surname. When I was 10, he asked me if I wanted to be his daughter officially and he adopted me and Scelo. Like I love that man with everything in me, but you know those feelings of him loving my younger siblings more than me came into my mind countless times that why I was such on over achiever because I wanted him to see me. but I guess the void of my bio dad will always remain.
When I arrive home, I go inside I change into oversized shirt and shorts and fuzzy socks. I take out my food and munch away while watching my series and a glass of wine to drown my sorrows. I then get a call from my mom I ignore it ~ you better answer your mother's phone call. You are too old to be acting like this. You better answer before I come and fetch you from that apartment. ~ my dad texts me ~ okay, I'll answer~ I send back. Because I know better then ignore my father when he texts me especially after his wife tried calling me.
Mom calls again.
(Mom- M; Zinhle-Z)
M: "Hello Nana, Unjani my baby?" mom says.
Z: "I'm good and you Ma." I say dryly. She sighs before answering
M: "Zinhle I know you're still mad but remember I'm still your mother and I still expect your respect. Anyways ubaba ko and I have already set the preparations for your lobola and we are 85% done. All your uncles have been informed and they are coming next week day before for the lobola. All we need from you is to come home so we get your dress ready my baby." She informs about everything and all I can say is wow. They are really selling me. yho abazali.(PARENTS)
Z- "Okay. Can I not get my own dress?" I ask
M: "Kanjani? Who will pay for it if we're not there?"
Z: " I don't know if you remember I work and I get paid a salary." I answer then I hear dad answer
D: "Zinhle watch that mouth before I fix it for you." He says
Z: " I'm sorry but I don't want to go shopping with you I want to go with Lethu because she's my best friend and I miss her." I answer as respectful as I can.
D: "you know what whatever do but I want to see you in this house on by Friday afternoon." Then he drops. I roll eyes and decide to call it a night.
The next morning I call Lethu telling her that I'm fetching her at 14:30 and she can prepare herself. So I decide that imma wear my mom jeans and a white graphic tee with my white Airforce's. I do a half up half down with my braids I take my glasses and wear them because I didn't feel like wearing my contacts today plus I've been crying this past week.
I take my camera and tripod because a girl needs to stay hustling. I need a vlog for this week anyways. I text Lethu telling her I'm leaving, and she need to finish up because we have a packed day. Plus, dad sent me money, so I'll use it even though I didn't ask for it but I'll use it.
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