CHAPTER 6
THE PARTY
Ayakho Mabuza
The masquerade ball's opulent decorations and swirling music enveloped Ayakho.
Her father is busy talking with rich men under his league. While her mother's smile is shimmering like gold with the ladies she just met.
She is left alone, with a glass of water and a clean table with no presence.
She stood, being a rich daughter of Mabuza is not a dream anymore.
It's scary, if ever there is a way to run to then she is taking her Ferrari on the highway to that road.
As she navigated the crowded dance floor, a sea of masked faces blurred together.
Suddenly, a tall figure emerged.
His black domino mask framed piercing eyes.
Ayakho felt an inexplicable shiver.
It's been long she has been with such a crowd. Three years inbetween four to three walls and a steel door with a roof above god if that's the explanation
"May I have the pleasure?" he asked.
His low, smooth voice sent a tremor through her.
Ayakho nodded with nervous emotions triggered.
Their gloved hands touched.
The waltz began.
Simo, hidden behind his mask, gazed into Ayakho's eyes.
For an instant, they forgot the surrounding crowd. Simo forgot about the pressure on his shoulders as he made a strange eye contact with her.
She is a stranger, but his little memory loss for a minute.
Their steps harmonized.
Their bodies swayed.
Ayakho's anxiety starts to pick steps, he is looking at her too much and she is not used to that. Not anymore.
Simo's presence was intoxicating.
But as the music faded, reality intruded.
His feelings kept pushing him to know her, but it's hard to tell with the mask on.
That's impossible.
He didn't know her.
She didn't know him.
The mystery captivated.
Their Hearts exposed.
A tear cripple out of her eyes as she starts overthinking. Her mind is going allover the place, she now remembered that she is here to meet her husband to be. The man behind her worry.
The devil they say.
" Can you help a stranger.?"
She asked as he catches her by waist still focusing on the romantic dance on the floor, her heels moving like magic and slowly hold her thigh lifting her leg up looking down to her gaze.
" I always help."
Obviously he would say that. He doesn't know her, to him it's like a rich lady trying to offer him a job to kill someone.
She grabs his hand and drag him with her out of the dance group to a quiet place at the hallway.
He wants to ask why he is dragged like this. What will people say when the almighty is dragged like a goat to be tied on a tree.
He stops and pulled her to himself to stop her from dragging him any further.
" Aah.!"
Her stupid head smashed against his very own built up Wally chest. She looked at him, he felt bored already.
But that's not the point.
" Why are you dragging me, miss.?"
He asked.
If it's a job to kill her then he might be interested, maybe.!
Throw her off the roof. No one will suspect anything.
She stands still on her heels and fixed her dress looking at him. Yet she can't keep the eye contact straight. His eyes are evil to dare stare at for that long. Something about him screaming hell from afar.
" You look nice, clean and gentle. And right now if ever I would try to get back at my father for taking decisions for me. At least I would be greatful that I did that with someone with status."
The demon in him is smiling, he feels like laughing. Something in her words tickles his organs.
Gentle.? Who.? Him.?
Girl sip water, clean your eyes first and take a good look. Don't rush on him.
He takes a step trying to kiss him, he was quick to stop her. Placed his hand on her lips as his palm blocked her lips.
Her eyes widened. Who would resist a woman throwing herself at him.?
Not even a married man tried that.
" What are you doing miss.?"
" Mmh mmh."
She mumbled, his hand still on her lips.
He takes it off and straight back to his pockets.
" Please, help me. Just a one thing then you are done."
" I don't work like that. Find someone else."
" You don't understand."
" And you are asking for much."
For his nakedness.? Yes. That's too much.
His job is to kill, take and rule. Not the other way around.
He is not in any part of the west.
" Your wife won't know if that's what you are thinking of "
He chuckles, this one here got the nerves. It was a mistake asking for a dance in the first place.
" Which wife ?"
He asked.
Although his father and Mabuza made arrangements on getting him and Ayakho married, he doesn't see himself as someone's phakade in this life.
Forever his guns. That's all.
" Oh, then I'll pay you."
" Am not interested , I don't sell my body miss."
He turns to leave her sight.
“ take my virginity."
She snapped at him causing Simo to freeze on his tracks turning his gaze to her.
He believes she doesn't know who he is. It tends to happen.
And he is getting pissed in each second trying to talk some sense into her big scull.
" Young lady, watch it."
He warns.
She sniffed, and hold her tears back but her red eyes says otherwise.
" I don't want to marry him, please. Maybe if I lose something variable they won't force me."
Halloween is for Americans and other parts of the northern side. This is a movie.
A mask party was way out of it.
Johannesburg better be turning
" I'll give you money. Just do it."
It's because of the mask that she can't see him properly. This is Simosethu Zulu, what the F.
" Am Ayakho, Ayakho Mabuza."
He coughs. Lord have mercy.!
That's his arranged future wife isn't it.?
" Yeah, my father is filthy rich. And I'll give you any amount you want. Just do it."
He is stunned looking at her.
His nose bridge itchy from lack of sweat. If embarrassment doesn't knock the two of them to death then so help him god, he is moved by this. Not knowing what's his next move yet he stood proud, looking at her face.
" Then am the wrong guy to do that."
She bites her lip, she wants to do something that will stop this marriage.
" That man is dangerous, the last think I would see myself doing is waking up next to him. I don't want to be his bride, and this is the only way can't you understand. Am offering myself to you for free."
Not after he pays a dowry in few days.
He smiles.
Ayakho breathed out. She nods and faces him.
" Fine, sorry. I over reacted on you. Clearly you ain't that man enough huh.!"
He smiles.
" Go ahead, find a man enough for that. And buy a coffin besides him. Things happen."
He just walked out on her leaving her stunned.
She walks back to the crowd making way to their family table as she looked around.
Her parents looked up to her with another two faces opposite them.
" Oh, my lovely daughter in-law. She is grown so much beautiful."
Her mother makes a fancy laugh taking the compliments.
" Makoti."
Andile greets with his *** glued on the chair. What happened to standing up when greeting a woman in this nation.
Ayakho faked a smile and sat down.
" Where is your son.? It's like he will be the last person to come around."
" Let him breathe, there is still time."
Mabuza shush his wife.
Oh so he knows someone has to breathe but yet Ayakho won't inhale a bit of her freedom.?
Parents.!
Again Simo surfaces opposite Ayakho on their table.
She gets hiccups immediately and he smiles.
" Sanbona"
Ayakho ask herself why is he here.? Will he tell her parents what she wanted to do. No , not infront of her in-laws and father like this.
He sits, while she tries to breathe.
" This is my daughter, Ayakho Mabuza. Ntombenhle Yami."
Mrs Mabuza.
He giggles.
Sphetheni got suspicious of the two.
Why is he smiling all of the sudden after years of not.?
" Nice to see you, am Simosethu. Zulu."
Simo says looking Ayakho's shocked face.
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