S- 2 ▲ INSERT #52▼ I was still on the phone with Mrs Modise that afternoon while I was busy studying. Me: You do? Mrs Modise: Yes. Come to my resturant tomorrow afternoon Me: Uhm...Im not sure if we can. Ill have to check with Karabo first Mrs Modise kept quiet for a while. As if she was not sure how to answer to that. Me: Mrs Modise are you still there? Mrs Modise: Yes. Fine. Just get back to me on when you decide to come. Me: Ok I did not even get a goodbye. She just hung up on me. How rude sies! Tshini as if I was the one who was taking advantage of the students at school. I tried calling KB as well after I had gotten that call, kodwa phone yakhe khange ayiphendule. I came to the conclusion that she was studying. Ndamyeka and I decided to tell her at school the next morning. Ndalala. The next morning nyani ke I looked for ooKarabo until I found...well I found her. UFuneka yena was no where to be found. KB: Whats up? Me: Kunini ndikufuna dude. Ndide ndayeka nokifownela KB: Xolo wethu. You found me now, ubuzothini? Me: Izolo I got a call from la mama KB: Mfazi ka Modise? Me: Ewe KB: Finally. Ufunani? Me: She wants to see us this afternoon KB: Ok. Phi? Me: Her resturant. KB: Akho ngxaki Me: Ok ke let me send her a text message ndimxelele ukuba we will be there I sent Mrs Modise a text telling her we would be there after school. After that I looked up and noticed something. Mos KB and I were in a classroom sihleli ontop of the table. In the corner of the room was a crowd of people laughing bencumile abanye kuncokolwa kumnandi. Then omnye wababantu moved away and revealed the reason why they were the. In a wheelchair emde enjalo uye wavela. There he was. He still had signs of a few injuries. Kodwa he managed to smile. Im sure you guys can imagine how uneasy it felt to see uAthi with his friends kwela qela labantu who were smiling and laughing noFish. He was acting as if he knew nothing about yonke lento. Ibindenza nari yonke lento. Literally. I think I even puked in my mouth. And the worst part is ingathi ndiye ndaginya. Athi ebeyi professional actor sana. He deserved an Oscar. KB: Lisa! Ndothuka ndamjonga. Me: Hm? KB: Yeyake kinini ndithetha. Have you even heard a word of what Ive been saying? Me: Xolo. Ubusithini? KB: Hay suka yeka. Yintoni le ikwenze distracted kangaka Me: Ndijonge pha Ndakhomba where ooFish were. KB: Oh. Kungona umbonayo? Me: Ewe. Kudala elapha? KB: Ewe uthi kutheni mna ndilapha Hmm. I looked back at Fish. If lento yoba uFish abe lapha did not bother uAthi then it should not bother me. Kodwa ke avoiding him was something I was going to do. I made my decision and I was going to stick by it. The school day went by fast and before we knew it, it was time to go home. Kodwa mna noKarabo were going to Mrs Modises resturant first Funeka khange afune ukuhamba nathi nanamhlanje. Siye sahamba sobabini. Sifika pha sanqala kwi front desk. Safika la sisi wayepha ngala mini ekhona. Lady: Good afternoon, can I help you? Me: Ewe we are here to see Mrs Modise Lady: Do you have an appointment? Or is something wrong with your order? KB: Haybo sisi, awusasikhumbuli na? Lady: No not really... She took a proper look at us for a while. Lady: Oh, youre the two girls who were here the other day? KB: Yes Lady: Sorry. I remember ngoku. And... She paged through a book and stopped at a page. Lady: Here. Mrs Modise did tell me that you were coming. Me: Oh Lady: You do remember where the office is right? Us: Yes She smiled. Lady: Ok then go along We smiled back at her and we left for the office. When we arrived at the office we knocked a couple of times (as the door was closed) before entering. We got there and there was someone sitting there in the seat opposite Mrs Modises in the office. Their back was towards us. The chair was spinning round and round just a little bit. KB: Sorry... The chair turned around and there was Mr Modise. The last person we expected to see here. Mr Modise: Karabo? He looked surprised to see us. KB: What are you doing here? Mr Modise: I could ask you the same question Me: We were asked to come here Mr Modise: By my wife? KB: Yeyake ibizoba ngubani omnye umntu na? Wathula uModise. Me: Where is she futhi? Mr Modise: Im not sure. She just went out. Why did she call you guys here? Me: I dont- KB: Sizoyazelaphi na! Mr Modise: There is no need to shout KB: Mxm. Ungubani wena ungundixelela lonto. Karabo folded her arms and she was passed sana. Kodwa uModise was right. There was no need to shout, its just that Modise lo ebemdika. Luckily uye wafika uMrs Modise shortly after lento ka KB noCoach, thank goodness cause besendidikiwe. Mrs Modise: Rato, youre here He came closer to her. Mrs Modise: Dont you dare touch me She had a stern tone in her voice. And her eyes were piercing. She looked like she had been crying futhi. Mr Modise: Why? Mrs Modise: How dare you ask me that question Mr Modise got the message and he backed off. Mrs Modise: Im glad you girls are here. Do you want to sit? KB: No, I would appreciate it if we could cut straight to the chase Mrs Modise: Fine. I believe you girls want my hus...Mr Modise to pay for what he did? KB: Ofcourse Me: Yes Mrs Modise: Ok well I will make sure he does. I would just like you girls to leave him alone and leave him up to me KB: What! This was said in shock as a statement and not as a question. Mrs Modise: There is no need to take this to the police because Im sure it has crossed your mind Me: Why not? Mrs Modise: You girls are too young to understand...do you have fathers? We both nodded. Mrs Modise: How would you feel if youre father went to jail and you never could see him again besides behind bars? KB: If he was like this bastard you call a husband the I would Mrs Modise: We have three children...three boys. The oldest is six. How do you think they would feel if they found out all of this and had to see their father arre- Me: How do you think all those girls he took advantage of feel? Mrs Modise: I know what he did was unacceptable, but- KB: WE WONT DO IT! MASAMBE LEIGH MRS MODISE: PLE- SIYE SAHAMBA KE NOKARABO AND LEFT THE MODISES THERE. SINGAMLINDANGA NOBA APHINDE ASICENGE. NOT BELIEVING WHAT MRS MODISE ASKED OF US.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 14:47:19 +0000