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   Chapter 13 11. Do you want to go upstairs

Apartheid Rendezvous By Antonette Liebermann Characters: 6889

Updated: 2018-05-15 11:27

"You've got to dance like no one's watching and love like it's never going to hurt." ~ Anonymous

Tsholofelo Mofokeng.

I couldn't sleep, i felt sad. Sad because my father just decided to abandon us but I knew deep down it was more than just that. It had been over a week and Leo wasn't even giving me as little as a glance. I didn't understand why? had i done something wrong. I had even started fixing my hair and putting effort into my looks, i felt stupid for actually thinking he found me appealing. Hey did I even care so much ; it shouldn't matter. He will be gone soon...therefore I should not get attached.

"Eita ?" someone interrupted me.

"Tsholo, you have put ses (six) tea spoons in your tea already." Aldo said giving me a pat on the shoulder. That is when it dawned onto me that I was so deep into my thoughts, i wasn't even present physically.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my-" i started panicking thinking if Mr. De Ruiter walks in, he won't only give me a lecture but I won't get this week's wage. Aldo started laughing hysterically revealing his two gold tooth on the canines and honestly I felt like hitting him with the dish towel near by.

"Chilax mahn, Meneer left for die mother city." He said calmly and I stopped.

"It's not funny, Aldo." I scrawled at him.

"For real Mahn, he went to check his Vineyard with daai mahn die older Le roux." He explained in his deep accent but I managed to grasp what he was saying.

"He gave Thembi and Sis Nandi a twee (two) days off maar Jy (but you) have to stay on duty." He added.

"Oh okay, that's means less work for me." I smiled broadly.

"Nee (no) mahn, daai man Leo is still daar." He continued and my heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name.

"Morning." a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts, i couldn't even blink.

He was dressed in a navy blue long sleeve shirt, he looked different. I had never really seen him anything but formal clothing. He always looked mesmerising. The smell of his clean shaven face. He didn't have a smile on his face right now and

I knew what we were doing was wrong but I couldn't bring myself you stop. It felt good. It felt right when lifted me from the tiled floor aimlessly placing on the counter. The kiss was now faster and hungry, if he was going ignore me after this, i would want to enjoy this moment right now.

Whenever I was with him, i lost my sense of decency. "Hope, Do you want me to take you upstairs ?" He asked cautiously. His face only metres away from mine, His green eyes looking at the window of my soul, searching for an answer.

I was tired of feeling miserable, tired of being unhappy. He made me feel different and even if it was for a few minutes I wouldn't mind forgetting about being me, being black, being in my shoes for a few minutes. How long does sex even last? I wondered.

Every cell in body was screaming yes, Marriage was overrated. My culture would disown me, after this. My father already had so I didn't have a culture. This was me being selfish and gripping happiness as it was being given to me on a silver platter.

"Yes." I mumbled.

"Are you sure love ?" I felt a small tug on my chest because it was the first time he called love.

"Yes, I'm sure." I said quickly lacing my lips with his. I didn't know what had gotten into me. He lifted me up off the counter and made his way upstairs.

This is it.

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