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WHERE DID I GO WRONG?CHAPTER 06
dad: it's been 11 years since you haven't came back home nana , I thought you were happy .
he said wiping my tears .
me:mom pretty said I wasn't allowed , the khumalos paid the full price for me and I had to stay there .
he looked at pretty .
pretty: emshadweni kuyabekezelwa vele Jude .
she said and sipped her juice , it's only now that I realise she's cruel , or maybe I have been blinded all this years .
me:baba please ! (crying) I wanna come back home baba , please !
I wailed and laid my head on his chest .
him: everything will be well my daughter , you can come back home .
me:for real ?
I asked looking at him , he nodded .
pretty:not happening .
dad:this is my house pretty , and this is my daughter .
she clapped once and kept quiet .
I walked inside the house with dad .
him: don't mind pretty , she's like this .
me:I thought she was the sweetest .
him:yhoo , anyways Simphiwe's daughter is ...
me: daughter ?
I asked surprised . he nodded .
him: she's 14 years old we found out about her when she was already 10 .
me:oh , you were saying ...
him: she's living with us .
me:and where is Simphiwe .
him:in the military force , been a soldier for almost 7 years now .
me:mhmm so happy for him .
He smiled , your old bedroom still the same , only extended it .
I smiled , he showed me around the house , it's a 16 room , just a big house .
he left me to rest . I took out my phone and called thulani . he answered on the third ring .
on call :
him:sindi .
me:hey thulani , i would like to inform you I'll be sleeping home for a few days .
him:oh , you took your clothes?
me:no , I'll come later .
him: I'll bring them after work .
me: thank you .
him:sure , I'm sorry sindisiwe .
I just sighed and hanged up .
I took off my clothes then locked the bedroom door .
I looked at my whole body on the tall mirror , tears just started making their way out .
The scars ? One would swear I was in a car accident and got badly injured but survived .
It hurts , remembering I once had a very clear skin without any scars , my biological parents took good care of me and made sure I never got injured .
I wiped my tears but they kept on falling. I studied my scars . the first scar I got was when pretty hit me because I lost ...well my school jersey was stolen .
then years passed and I was 17 when I got my second scar , it was when thulani hit me and placed hot iron on my back , I traced the scars .
“princess peach” by ruth b was playing like a sad melody in my head as more tears made their way out .
I wore my clothes , my scars are so hard to study because whenever I try they bring back all the bad and sad memories , everything bad that had ever happened to me .
I wiped my tears then went to the ensuite bathroom to rinse my face with water .
I applied Vaseline on my face then walked out of the bedroom .
I was sitting on the couch with my father eating snacks when a brown skinned girl probably on her teenage years walked inside and greeted . I guess this is Simphiwe's daughter , she is so beautiful .
she greeted and we greeted back .
dad: Mbali this is Sindisiwe , your father's little sister .
she greeted me with a smile . I smiled back , her aura is just something else .
she walked off .
dad: she's the problem child .
I laughed .
me: that's how teenagers are nowadays ao baba .
he chuckled and shook his head .
him:they call her manyekenyoso around the hood , you'd swear she's the president of the 2000s .
I laughed and shook my head .
me:where is your wife ?
him:mxm .
he stood up and left me there , ah I laughed he hates it when I call pretty his wife but she is mos ?
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