Rose



I sat at the restaurant. I was glad that Sindie had managed to drag me out of my apartment. I need to get out and breathe some fresh air and even manage to get Senzo out of my mind.

He has been ignoring me for the past two weeks. I found myself missing him.

“You like him don’t you?” Sindie asked, but my mind had already drifted far away, but the question still remained, do I like him? I believe at this point whatever I feel Senzo is beyond liking him.

“Earth to Rose,” Sindie says as she waves her hand in front of my face, I quickly snap out of whatever made me disappear for a minute.

“It’s nice to see you stress over a guy other than your parents.” She gives me a sweet smile as she drinks her orange juice.

I have to agree with her, and it is a nice change. “Enough about me and my boy drama. How are you and Shawn.”

In the past two years, she has managed to move past the terrible experience with Ndumiso, having watched her fall into a deep depression because she was trying to protect her child from the man who abused her.

Not to mention that Shawn was practically her knight in shining armour through it all. I was even jealous of their love. They are the ones who made me believe in love again; if Sindie could manage to find such an amazing guy, then there must be hope for me too.

Sindie’s face shines as she thinks about Shawn. “Amazing, I have to say, after Ndumiso, things have been wonderful.”

“Lloyd and Naledi?”

She sighs and looks down at the table. “Lloyd is good, but Naledi, she is grown now, which means we had to tell her about her real father because she saw some old news about Ndumiso as she was on her phone.” She sits back like the news is just too heavy for her.

“I knew that at some point she might start to ask questions because people talk or maybe that she would notice that she looks nothing like Shawn.”

I hold her hand and give her a sympathetic smile. “She’ll come around.”

Sindie shakes her head. “She is digging and digging and I don’t want Naledi to find out what kind of father she had. The other day, when Shawn reprimanded her, she yelled at him that he was not her father. You should have seen how broken Shawn was.”

“You should tell her the truth no matter how bad her father was. She needs to know.”

“Yeah, that’s what Shawn said too. Tonight I’ll sit her down and tell her about her father. Maybe she will understand why we had to keep the truth from her.”

We talked for a while, chatting about our lives, Sindie is one friend I can stay with for six months and not talk to her, but when we meet, it is like we met just yesterday.