IT GETS BETTER WITH TIME. <NOT EDITED>

Chapter Fifty Four-traditional ceremony

I stare at the mirror for the fifth time, admiring my pregnancy glow. Who would have ever thought that I'd be in this refreashing position after I've been through hell for nearly my entire life. All the misery and hurt I've been through shall be over. Starting from today and onwards, I'll be the person I've always wished and dreamt of becoming.

It's never a walk in the park to let go. The anger, hate and hurt needs patience, and by that I mean baby steps. Though imgaine if I have never meant Nathi, including his welcoming and understanding family. I doubt I would have made it this far, reason why I don't imagine life without him. I never understood human quotes, especially the ones that go He's my world and happiness. My heart beats for him and without him, my world doesn't exist, that was actually hilarious.
But now that I've grown a bit older and aware of everthing, I completely comprehend and relate to the quote.

So in human form, Nathi is my everything and I'd choose him anyday and anytime. I'd literally kill for him and our babies.

The ululating and singing from outside distracts me from my thoughts and I already know Nathi's family has arrived for the umebeso.

I glance at myself for the last time and I say a quiet prayer that the Lord protects us and lets everything continue according to his graceful will.

Mama told me I'd have to stay in my bedroom until I'm called by her. So I wait impatiently and I horrifically pace up and down. I'm so nervous and I feel like I'm about to puke all over this suffocating room. It hideously appears to be so flipping small today.

The door flies open and reveals Manokosi who is smugly grinning.

I let out a breath I didn't know I've been holding.

"Come my baby!" she smiles and interwines both our fingers.

I take a few deep breaths as we both make our way outside to the garden, passing the crowded kitchen in the process. I totally forgot how busy it has been since in the morning and to my surprise, Ntombi is the most busier and flexible one.

Not that I should care anyway. She doesn't deserve my care or worry.

The singing and cheering gets louder as I approach and my nerves build up intensively with speed. We both walk through the gathered large crowd and I'm commanded to sit on the matt right in the middle of Nathi's family and my small one.

I lift my eyes a little bit just to scan who I'm surround by and my stare locks with Siya's burning gaze and he smiles warmly. I return the smile more nervously as I realise his auntys and uncles are present.

My clan name is being called out cheerfully and that makes me emotionally smile. None of this event that's happening is reality as yet for me. It somehow feels like the most sweetest amazing dream and I never ever wanna wake up from it.

The gifts are being exchanged and it's shoking that Ntombi got the traditional gifts too. But who can go against the rules of tradition? After all, even if she's wicked and the black sheep of this family, she's still part of it and she's obnoxiously my aunt.

I lay down on my blanket as the gifts that include a new blanket, doek, pillows, bed cover, shoes and a zulu apron that I'd have to wear whenever I visit my in-laws are showered on me. This symbolsizes the attire I'd have to wear which I find ridiculous.

A whole me, dressed like the mordern age woman? No offence, I respect their ways but that's implusively not me.

I get up and dance for my gifts and the woman ululate cheerfully whilst my dear sisters laugh at how havoc my dance moves are.

"It's the baby belly," I defend myself.

Everything is exchausting now, considering the fact that I'm carrying three heaving babies inside of me.

"I'm tired," I whine as the twins help me put on the traditional zulu attire.

"Stop whining, Busi. It's time to fetch your man," Bongi utters excitedly.

"And he looks mouthwatering," Sbongi adds.

That sends waves down my spine, the imagination of how dangerously hot he looks already clouding my mind.

"Hy. You have no right to hit on my man," I wince when she forces the Isinxolo on my head.

"Awwww," I whimper.

"Sorry," she pats my shoulders gently with a grin plastered on her smugly face.

"Girls, hurry up," Ntombi barges in and she rushes us out.

Bongi and I communicate with a intense stare not beliveing how casual yet so comfortable she acts, like everything is just alright.

Again I manage to take deep breaths just so I don't burst and show her my anger. This day is about me not her, so I'll maintain the peace.

Forgiveness doesn't really mean you've forgotten about the past but working through it counts.

My smile erupts me voluntary when I spot Nathi and his family apporaching, meeting us half way as we all sing in celebration while we dance gracefully at the street, earning attention from the neighbours.

Both families sing different songs and my focus is mainly on Mpendulo and his dad. Mpendulo is wearing the ubeshu like his father and Lethu is just on her smiple zulu attire.

He really does look mouthwatering, I admit. I can't help but blush, appreciatively taking in his manly features that look entirely more daring and seductive.

"Finally," he whispers as soon as we join our fingers together.

He smells good as always.

"Were you dying?" I question.

Both the families rejoice in one rythm as they all sing together and Nathi and I move with the rythm.

"You have no idea, I've missed you," he pouts.

How adorable could this ever be.

"I've finally made it, now stop being a baby or the people who are taking pictures will see what a baby you are," I laugh.

"Not that I care anyway," he squeezes my hand and I squeeze twice in return.

Like I've always preached, as much as I am his, he is mine. We share an unbreakable bond and I know life without this brat will be a disaster awaiting to happen.