I think I might know where this is going.
"Jabulani?" I arch my brow.
"Yes. The hot Jabulani," Enhle squirms.
"Ya'll are not getting anything out of me," Bongi laughs in amuzement.
"Their dating. What else do ya'll wanna know," I blurt.
"I knew it," Khanyi shouts excitedly.
Isn't their relationship the most obvious thing? Bongi glares at me grimly and I smirk in return.
"Wasn't it obvious," Sbongi adds.
I find it pretty adorable that at the mention of Jabu, she gets worked up. Reason why I love to get under her skin.
"Thank you guys, for this," I smile already feeling emotional.
"This was nothing compared to what we intended to do," Khanyi annoyingly shakes her head.
"What do you mean," I ask certainly confused.
"If it wasn't for Nathi's mom and our mom, we'd be having strippers coming over," Sbongi utters, gluping down her second glass of wine.
Strippers? Why do these girls never seem to amaze me anymore?
"And we'd be wearing lingeries. But thanks very much to Khanyi with her big mouth," Bongi utters angrily and I chuckle softly, feeling slightly disappointed that their plan got ruined but glad enough that atleast I had an amazing time.
"Forgive me for asking her to eavesdrop on my conversation," Khanyi breathes sarcastically.
I laugh at how the girls give her a dead glare while Khanyi glups down her third glass of wine I assume.
Thank God the kids are at Khanyi's place because I doubt they would have handled this chaos. Especially Mpendulo.
The time seems to be moving gradually and I find myself missing Nathi's presence. I back away from the conversation the girls are having, and I find myself staring at Nathi who is engrossed in a very playful conversation with the guys.
He laughs and I love how his body flexes and vibrates at his carefree state. How can a whole me deserve such an amazing arse as him? Such perfection and glory? It still feels so dreamy, its massively even hard to believe that we're getting married. I've never pictured getting married, I hated man but thanks to the universe, I'll be marrying the most annoyingly adorable person.
"It's rude to stare."
I jump in fraught wondering when the hell he got here.
"I wasn't staring," I stand up and try by all means to gather my thoughts together. He shows off his colgate smile and I completely get lost in his glance.
"Father Lord. What the hell do you want here," I hear ma Nonkosi's loud voice and the soft music that was playing has stopped.
I turn my glance to the direction of the kitchen door and Ntombi appears on sight.
"Mama would have wanted me here. It's her big day in two days time, I'm here to help," she utters lowly.
Nathi's grip on my waist tightens and I appreciate his gesture.
How the hell did she find out about this? Why the hell does she have to ruin everything? My perfect life, including my happiness?
Ma Nonkosi glances at me for approval and I stiffen intensely.
"Get everyone out, mama," I hear Bongi shout angrily. "This has to end today," she adds.
I sit myself back on the couch and I hold on to Nathi like my life depended on it. His heart beats so fast and I know the only reason he's beside me, is to control his temper.
He keeps hushing my numb body and I bury my head into his neck more so I can control my own emotions and temper. I'm doing this for my babies, I can't allow myself to danger their lives the way I did with Mpendulo's life.
"Talk," Khanyi utters.
I acknowlegde the missing presence of the guests and I'm grateful they've been dismissed. This hilarious scene shouldn't be witnessed by everyone.
"I came here to redeem myself. Busisiwe, I'm sorry my child. For every pain I've put you through. For every misery I've caused. You didn't deserve it, any of it," she utters while sobbing.
I feel Nathi's breath hitches and I have to squeeze his hand in order to control his temper. He squeezes back in response but his breath still remains the same and I just know he'll lose it soon.
I dare not look at anyone and I remain nestling my head on his neck balancing with his shoulder. I'm numb and I literally don't feel like talking and listening to this shit.
"I shouldn't have let him take over your trust fund, including the business he has taken over. That's what your parents left for you," she chokes and I completely get lost in my own thoughts, trying to connect the missing dots. I block everything and I listen to my impulsive heart beat.
That was my parents business? And it was left for me? And this bastard of an uncle took over it. How can a person be so selfish and cold hearted?
And right now my aunt is apologising for her own mistakes?
How the hell do I even forgive and trust her word? The only person who should have never given up on me ended up mistreating me all because of greed.
I don't want to hear any of her torturous explanations. This is torture and she's deliberately trying to break me again, I can't let that happen again.
"Take me to my bedroom," I whisper to Nathi.
He doesn't waste anytime and soon he guides me to my bedroom.
I stop midway from the the lounge and stare at Ntombi.
Her face seems apologetic and pained. And I find myself slighty believing her words and actions. She might be fooling with my mind but I know the right thing to do. I have to move on and start afresh, with all the pain, hurt and hate left behind.
"I forgive you," I choke. "And I'm doing that for myself, not you."
I stagger to my bedroom after leaving everyone stunned, holding on to Nathi like my life dependent on him.
He tugs me in bed after helping me change into my pjs, and he begins placing wet kisses all over my face teasingly. It's really soothing to have him by my side.
"Stop it," I giggle.
"I'm just so flipping proud of you, I can't help myself," he smiles warmly.
I'm proud that he managed to pull himself together.
"I had to let go. I need to move on and start afreash, with you," I utter honestly.
He nods and kisses my forehead. He rubs my scalp peacefully waiting for me to fall asleep at his touch and he knows how that enraptures me.
Letting go is never easy but I'm doing this for my own peace and life. Mandla and Ntombi aren't worth my life or anger anymore but my family is worth my heart and love. Everything to be exact.
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RomanceBusisiwe Ndlovu. A victim of sexual, emotional, and physical abuse, lost her parents in a massive car crash whlist she was eleven years of age. Life was against her hence her guardians never treated her like their own flesh and blood. What happens...
Chapter Fifty Three-forgiveness
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