FAMILY SECRETS
CHAPTER :1
UNEDITED
[MTHOKOZISI QAMATA’S POV ]
“WE WON’T GO FROM HERE!!” a loud ruckus came from outside my private room which is inside my office, disturbing my thoughts of this beautiful woman in my paintings.
“FIRST YOU TELL US TO COME HERE FOR AN INTERVIEW NOW YOU’RE TELLING US THE INTERVIEW IS CANCELED JUST AFTER INTERVIEWING THE THREE OF US!!!” the annoying ruckus continued outside, it seems like my security is falling to do their job, so I covered my paintings and opened the door of my private room with my fingerprint. the door opened revealing my office, my office is made up of glass walls, so I can see everything happening outside my office but they can’t see what’s going on inside my office.
I walked out of my private room and immediately when I stepped into my office my eyes met a young figure in my office gazing at my awards. I immediately got stung because who dares to enter my office without my permission.
“WHO ARE YOU? I asked with a stern and cold voice, the little lady immediately turned to my direction and I got the shock of my life.
“oh.. Mr Qamata sir I am so sorry for sneaking into your office , my name is Nandi Luthuli and I am here to hand over my CV and portfolio for the open position to you in person because your interviewer refused to interview me or take my portfolio because of the way I am dressed, I…………….. “the little lady’s lips in front of me kept moving but I didn’t hear a thing coming from her mouth because I was lost in this beautiful face that was looking at me.
It’s her, it’s really her, the face in my paintings, the face that has been haunting me in my dreams for a long time now . The face that reminds you of the beauty of mountains and seas when you look at it. The face I couldn’t get out of my head that’s why I started painting it with just my memory from my dreams.
The way this face was frequently appearing in my dreams, I believed that this it was too beautiful to be true , that it was just a figment of my imagination until now.
“sir… Sir… Mr Qamata! Hello are you hearing me? ” the little lady called out to me bringing me out of my thoughts as she saw that I was lost somewhere in my head.
” Mr Qamata I think it is unfair for your company to judge who is fit to join your company by their clothes, your interviewer refuses to interview me and canceled the interview because of my clothes, I know my clothes right now give away professional but from the village but that’s because I am from the village and I am not ashamed so tell that to your interviewer and teach them to judge people according to their qualifications and not clothes. “the little lady said with a strict tone.
I followed her every move she made as I watched her take her papers out of her small bag and place them on top of my table and stormed out. Immediately when she walked out a little smile creeped up to my face. The little lady has got guts she took advantage of the commotion happening outside and sneaked into my office to hand over her papers to me herself , that’s brave of her.
In my whole 39 years of being alive, me Mthokozisi Qamata I have never been so shocked and shock comes as a usual thing for a polygamist man like me with four wives.
BUT THE QUESTION IS HOW DID MY DREAM COME TO LIFE ?
THEY SAY DREAMS HAVE MEANINGS BUT WHAT DOES MINE COMING TO LIFE FROM MY DREAMS AND PAINTINGS MEAN?
[FLASHBACK ENDS ]
As the cold water fell down on my body, I began to think of ways to avoid talking to Nandi about our deal, I don’t want to touch that topic. our marriage is a conditional marriage, I didn’t want it to be a conditional marriage but this was the only way to get Nandi to marry me.
I turned off the shower, wiped myself and got out of the bathroom wearing just a towel on my lower body to my surprise I found Nandi fast asleep in her wedding dress that she complained about it being heavy during the wedding reception. I guess she didn’t get the chance to change because I was busy hogging the bathroom for too I am such an idiot.
I walked to the bed to wake her up to change.
“Nandi… Nandi wake up.” I said
“no please let me sleep, I am tired, my legs are sore.” she responded in her sleep in a child like tone
“Nandi come on stop acting like a child, get up and change, you said the dress was heavy and hurting you right? ”
“no it’s fine I will bare the pain but I will not wake up from my sleep…. No… I won’t” she said again with that childish tone.
“fine you sleep.”
I set on on the end of the bed, took her legs and placed them on my lap, took off her heels and placed them on the floor. I gently placed her legs back on the bed and walked to the wardrobe and took out a pair pj for Nandi and placed them on the bed. I slowly and gently removed her jewelry and dress and got her changed into her pj, then I changed into mine and slipped into our bed and slept.