I barge in my room and lock the door behind me.
How dare she?
My mother has gone too far this time, too far! I switch the TV back on It's time for Isibaya. I wasn't really a fan until people started comparing me to the Thandeka character, they say we look alike except I'm lighter, I don't see it though but i've been hooked ever since. I hear a knock just when I pull up my blanket. It gets louder the more I try to ignore it.
"Who is it?"- I yell
No response? Okay so I won't open then but it gets even louder.
You know what, If it's my brother coming here to apologize then he has another thing coming. We're supposed to have each others back but here he is keeping secrets from me, but to be fair, he could have been blindsighted too. Then again, his eyes said he knew everything!!!
"Yho! I'm coming, no need to break my door down!"- I yell
"Spha..."- I say but to my surprise...
"Mandla"- He says
"Sorry?"- Me
"My name, It's just Mandla. No Spha in the beginning. It's not your little brother, it's me"- He continues.
was that supposed to be funny?
"That wasn't funny, can I come in?"- He asks, letting himself in before I can object.
"Nice room you have here, can I take a seat on your bed?"- He continues, taking a seat before I can say yes. This guy has balls, I can see.
"mind closing the door, It's kind of chilly out"- He finishes
#ClapsOnce!
"How can I help you Mandla?"- I snap
"You could close the door for now and we can discuss the rest over wine. (He picks up my bottle) Robertsons? really? is that the brand you like?"- Him
This guy!
"I'm a whiskey man but I guess this will do for now"- Mandla
I close the door and lock us in or it will swing open if I don't, the wind is on steroids tonight plus they don't make the wooden doors strong here in the bundus so it's my only option.
"You look cute here, when was this taken?"-he enquires, now looking at my Primary School pictures plastered on the wall.
"Would you stop prying! you're like a 5 year old in a candy store, could you just sit still!"- I snap.
He's quiet, good.
"Now how can I help you Mandla?"- I ask
"I prefer love but I'll take that for now. I'd like you to be my wife"- he answers.
"but why? we don't even know each other"- I continue
"So?"- Him
"So? That's alittle strange, don't you think?"- Me
"Depends on how you look at it"- He continues, now with a smirk.
It looks like I have my hands full with this one.
"Would you like something to drink?"- Me
"Trying to get me liquored up Ms. Maphumulo"- Him
ag, he even knows my surname
"more like trying to slow you down" -Me
He nods, still with a smirk and when I hand him another bottle of wine (yes I drink from a bottle, shoot me) he drinks it.
"Okay so let's start from the beginning. How do you know me, where do you know me from and why do you want to marry me?"- I ask.
He lies back on my headboard and takes another gulp.
"I know you through a friend of mine, he owns a cattle farm around here and was looking for an investment loan from me to get it started. I told him that if he found me a wife, I would consider it so he said he had the perfect girl in mind and your name popped up"- He answers casually.
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Nouvelles"Okay okay, you're right. I want you to be safe so you can come back home to me every night Mr. Hlatshwayo"- I say leaning in. He feeds into it, men are so easy to manipulate... "So can I keep it?"-Him "Hell no! find security, there is no way you ke...
