Author: Cassie

Forbidden Love

part 3 Cassie forbidden love

THE YASMIN HOUSEHOLD Darrell: I doubt this was a good idea. Gabriel: And that's because? Darrell: My kids hate me and none of them talk to me now. Gabriel: They'll get over it. Darrell: Easy for you to say. Gabriel: Trust me they will. All you gotta do is stand firm in your decisions and they'll have no choice but to accept your decisions. He sighed. This was taking a toll on him. It was already the following day - Saturday and they still wouldn't talk to him. They were always locked up in their rooms and that killed him bits by bits. He thought of his late wife maybe if she was here things would be different. Darrell: I really don't know. Gabriel: You need a wife. Women deal better with these things. Darrell: Now you being crazy. Gabriel: But really. These kids need a female role in their lives. Darrell: You want me to leave? You should have just chased me out properly. Gabriel chuckled looking at the expression on his friend's face. Darrell hearing the humour in his chuckle softened up a bit. He poured himself a shot of whiskey And just relaxed hoping that things will work out for the best. . BOIKANYO I had been up since morning browsing the net for a better job for my mother. I was on every search engine I can think of; Google Gumtree OLX everything. Mom: Breakfast? Me: I'm cool. Mom: You've been hooked up on your phone for a while . Me: I'm busy. Mom: So I see. What's so important that has you so hooked? Me: I'll tell you when I find what I'm looking for. Mom: Boikanyo Me: Don't worry mom. It's nothing out of the way. Mom: I hope so. Me: You know me mom I can never disappoint you. She smiled her usual warm smile. Mom: I trust you boy now come eat Me: I'm not hungry. Mom: And I'm not taking no for an answer. Woza. I laughed shaking my head and got up. I washed my hands and sat down in the kitchen and my wonderful mother placed a bowl of porridge in front of me. My phone was in my pocket. Me: Thank you mom. Mom: It's my pleasure ngwanaka. She kissed the top of my head and sat down with a cup of coffee in her hand. I ate indulging pleasure in every spoon because my mom's cooking is just the best. It's just porridge yes but she just makes every meal taste heavenly. Me: Thank you mom. Mom: It's always a pleasure. Any plans for the day? Me: Uhh.. Nope. Mom: It's school on Monday everything ready? Me: Yep. Mom: You know Kanyo I try my best to give you the good things in life but because of my job my efforts are limited. Me: Mom I'm good with everything and I'm content. I have all that I need and more stop stressing. Mom: I don't know son with this pay cut... She sighed. I knew this was taking a toll on her. Things were already hard as is and with this.. It wasn't going to be easy and I hated feeling this helpless. Me: I'll try to help maybe get a job. Mom: No. You not getting a job Boikanyo. You have to focus on school and getting those A's. Leave the worrying and hustling to me. Me: What do you know about hustling? Mom: You seem to forget I'm 40 and really not that old. I chuckled. Me: Sorry dimamzo. Mom: Nkao Shapa. Me: What really happened yesterday at work? She sighed but really I needed to know. This unfair treatment was too much for once person and my mom is really a strong person to endure in all of this. Mom: It's me and my not keeping my nose out of other people's business. Me: Sorry mom. She smiled sweetly. Mom: It's okay. God will come through for us. It might not be now but eventually. Me: Mom. Mom: Don't lose hope and trust in him. He'll never be deaf to our prayers. Mr Jones will pay for treating my mom like this. No evil deed goes unpunished. . NOBUHLE I was in my room I needed to know. This unfair treatment was too much for once person and my mom is really a strong person to endure in all of this. Mom: It's me and my not keeping my nose out of other people's business. Me: Sorry mom. She smiled sweetly. Mom: It's okay. God will come through for us. It might not be now but eventually. Me: Mom. Mom: Don't lose hope and trust in him. He'll never be deaf to our prayers. Mr Jones will pay for treating my mom like this. No evil deed goes unpunished. . NOBUHLE I was in my room doing my nails. I had a date today and I might as well enjoy the freedom while I'm still free. I'm not open to the idea of working but if I want to maintain my allowance I have to. After doing my nails I curled my hair while listening to some music on my iPad which I had plugged to my speakers. Me: "She crazy as fuck but she sexy as fuck And she just hit me up she text me "let's fuck" I'm just waking up but fuck it I'm up Ooh! I'm on my way (where?) Get out my way bump-bump-bump-bump I'm Norman Bates and this bitch ain't normal our kids gon be nuts But when I had the yay And the police would come she wouldn't give me up She knew what not to say And when they would leave she gave me heads up Lord I feel like Plies that's my lil' baby" I rapped along to Lil Wayne while curling my weave. This guy better not disappoint. I've had bad dates to last me a lifetime and I can't handle any more disappointment. My sister has a boyfriend they've been together for a longtime while none of my relationships seem to work out. I covered my hair with a shower cap and went to shower. After showering I dried lotioned and wore a red body hugging dress and black strip heels with red bottoms. I left my weave loose sprayed some Chanel took my Gucci bag and phone then I was good to go. Dad: And now? Me: We not on speaking terms. Minni: You look hot sis. I smiled. Me: Thanks babe wish me luck. Minni: Good luck. She gave me a thumbs up And I grinned and walked to my car. I actually don't know why I even had to drive myself to the venue. I'm Nobuhle Jones I can't be driving myself. I should ask dad to organize me a driver. Driving is exhausting. I parked at the fairly expensive restaurant. I brought my wallet with just in case I'm forced to pay cause I've had lots of those instances. I walked it to find him already seated. My black African prince. I almost melted at the spot. Mandla: MaJones He pulled a chair for me. That's already a tick in my books I smiled. Me: Hi. Mandla: Anything to drink? Me: Umm.. Mandla: Anything that's not alcoholic. Thina ekhaya our women don't drink. I should order you a full meal you skinny. I looked at him with my mouth wide open. What the fuck? Mandla: Vala umlomu before a fly gets in there. I immediately closed my mouth and swallowed and gasped a couple of times. Me: I'd like a glass of orange juice. I could have ordered dry red but well.. You heard the guy. He's just so hot and dark and.. Manly. He called a waiter over. Mandla: A glass of beer for me and orange juice for the lady. Waiter: Coming right up. Mandla: So Nobuhle.. Me: Yes.. Mandla: Umuhle. Me: Thanks. I smiled. Mandla: But you'll have to get rid of that weave don't you have hair? Me: I do. Mandla: I'd like to see your natural hair. I don't want a fake wife The makeup also has to go. Now he's seriously pissing me off. I've had it with this guy. I stood up Mandla: And then? Me: I'm leaving. I took my bag phone and didn't even wait for him to say anything. I've just wasted my time yet again. Nxa! I headed to the club cause I really needed to drink this off. I didn't even care about what time it was.

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