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miranda: beyond the streetsinsert 42
months later
it has been months now and i have been attending therapy with nkanyezi , i would say everything is coming out perfectly fine .
i have learnt to let go , but always remember that abongile lives in me , she is in my heart and that's what i mustn't forget . as they say it “let go in order to hold on” and that's definitely what i am practicing .
today we are having dinner at the Zungu's household . I don't wanna go but it's not like I have any other choice . Bab Zungu's presence just intimidates me and it's getting on my nerves .
voice: you're done ?
that's nkanyezi , making me escape from my thoughts . I forced a smile and nodded .
him:if you don't wanna go we can stay indoors .
me:no it's fine , we are going .
he perked my lips . I wore my Steve Madden heels finishing the look .
I am wearing my backless red dress . nkanyezi is wearing his black tuxedo suit , red , black and white dunks . I puffed some cologne then grabbed my side bag and shades .
he took his shades and car keys .
him:you look good .
i smiled .
me: thank you sengwayo .
he chuckled . we walked out of the house heading to the car . he opened the passenger door for me and i got inside , he went to the driver's side and brought the car to life .
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in about an hour or so , we arrived . people were already seated , we greeted and they greeted back .
the housekeepers started serving us , conversation was flowing and i am surprised that this old man is here .
hours passed and we were done eating , we were just chilling at the pool side drinking .
me: I'm going to the toilet , I'll be back .
I whispered, nkanyezi nodded . I took off my heels then walked barefoot to the toilet .
I released then washed my hands .
I looked at myself on the mirror after rinsing my face with water .
voice: you're a prostitute ?
I nearly fainted , I held my chest and swallowed .
me:bab zungu , you scared me .
I turned to look at him , he placed the glass of whiskey he was holding on the side table of the basin .
him: don't mize my question young girl .
me:i was a prostitute not anymore .
him:where do i know you from ?
me:i don't know baba , maybe we once fucked who knows .
I shrugged my shoulders as I gulped some of his whiskey . I need to play it cool because it seems like uBaba is so determined to ruin what I have with his son .
I attempted to walk away , he grabbed my hand and pinned me on the wall .
him:where do i know you from miranda ?
he whispered his voice vibrating against my neck making my clitorious twitch . I swallowed hard and pushed him .
me:from the club .
I ran out of the bathroom and bumped into tshego on the passage .
her:and then ?
I sighed in relief .
me:who can it be if not your father in law ?
she gasped and grabbed my hand leading me to one of the bedrooms .
her:he remembers you ?
me:i think you tshego , i don't know .
she gasped and clapped once .
her: he's going to be a problem .
me:he won't .
her:okay then if you say so .
she raised her hands in surrender , we walked back to the pool side .
nkanyezi: you've been gone for too long .
me:sorry , i was with tshego .
he raised his left eyebrow . I raised mine too because what does he mean I am lying ?
him:a quicky won't hurt anyone .
me:it will hurt me .
he chuckled and drank his whiskey .
here am I in deep thoughts thinking about the whole fucken babzungu , I swear he'll be the cause of my death .
I saw him walking out of the house . I placed both my legs on nkanyezi's lap . Bab Zungu's presence just suffocates me and i don't know what to do anymore .
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