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Friday, 14 April 2017

Episode 23- Broken Promises( Episode Love Story)

The story titled "BROKEN PROMISES" is a true life story written by Ros Haden.
The greater part of the
significant characters will
be
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Episode 23
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It was all over. Mzi hadn’t called
Ntombi in twenty-four hours – he
had just disappeared. He was in
with Zakes – in too deep – and he
was in trouble. Ntombi was sure of
it. When she had got home from
Olwethu’s she had tried to call him
but all she had got was: “The
person you want to speak to is not
available. Please try again later.”
It felt like a slap in the face. Her
instincts were to try again, to keep
on calling until he picked up the
phone, but she stopped herself.
She switched off the phone that
was driving her crazy with no new
messages from him. But after the
news from Olwethu she needed to
know the truth. Where was he?
Unavailable on some illegal
mission with Zakes? Right this
minute was Zakes holding a gun to
some innocent person’s head and
demanding that they get out the
car? Perhaps Zakes had asked Mzi
to drive the BMW in to the panel
shop, or else… And if Mzi had
refused?
She could go to his house and
check if he was okay, but she didn’t
even know where he lived. She
suddenly realised with a shock that
she didn’t know much about Mzi at
all – besides the things her friends
had said. She didn’t know what
stuff he liked doing, what his
favourite music was, what his
dreams were. And what did he
know of her? How could he say he
adored her, when he didn’t even
know her? Was it just how she
looked? Did he care what she was
like inside?
She thought of Priscilla’s words at
the disco: “Be careful… Why would
Mzi go out with a girl like you? …
He does everything for a reason…”
And when she had tried to tell him
about the singing competition and
how she had been asked to write
lyrics, she wasn’t sure he had even
heard her. He had been so
distracted. But what did her father
say? “Never judge a book by the
cover.” She couldn’t judge him
before she knew the truth, and she
needed to hear it from him.
Perhaps the way he wanted more
when they were down at the river
was normal. After all she had never
even really kissed a boy before.
As if to echo her mood it had
started to rain outside. This was
really going to be a blue Sunday.
She watched as a group of girls she
recognised from school walked
past on their way to church. If she
had been feeling better she would
have joined them, but how could
she pretend to be happy when all
she wanted to do was crawl under
the blankets and go back to sleep?
Her mother and sister were all
dressed up in their church clothes
and Zakes was joining them. That
was the worst, thought Ntombi.
What a liar he was. He would go to
church, pretend to care, and then
go out and hijack some innocent
person. In fact, speaking of the
devil, Zakes had just driven up and
was opening the car doors for her
mother and sister to get in. It
made Ntombi sick.
She watched as they drove off. Just
then Olwethu came around the
corner, and it looked like he was
headed for her house. Ntombi
quickly went to brush her hair and
clean her teeth. She didn’t want
him to see her like this – a mess
over a boy she knew he didn’t
trust. She was ready for him when
he knocked on the door. “Not at
church?” he laughed.
“Speak for yourself,” she joked
back. It was good to laugh. It felt
like forever that she had been
caught in anxiety and confusion.
“Do you think Zakes thinks he can
pray for forgiveness and
everything will be fine – as easy as
pressing a button and you’ve got a
ticket to forgiveness whenever you
need it? I don’t know how he can
sit there in church and sing hymns,
when he’s planning to go out and
rob someone the very next day.
I’ve tried to get my mother to see
sense but she just refuses…”
“I guess we all need someone to
love,” Olwethu said, and suddenly
he was serious. “She must be
lonely with your dad gone. You
can’t blame her for wanting some
company…”
“But Zakes? You think she’d have
more sense.”
“She did seem to pick the rotten
apple in the basket,” Olwethu
smiled again. “Rotten in the core,
with a sweet exterior. Wait till she
bites into the bad part. She’ll spit
him out really quickly.”
“Do you think so?”
“It’s just a matter of time. I just
hope she doesn’t get hurt in the
meantime. But talking of hurt…” He
turned to Ntombi and rested his
fingers on her arm.
“I’m fine,” she said. She really
didn’t want to talk about Mzi. She
still wasn’t sure how she felt.
Olwethu hesitated; it was like he
wanted to ask her something but
couldn’t think of the right words.
“Ntombi…” he started.
“What is it?” Ntombi suddenly felt
scared.
“I have to go away for a few days.
You know what I told you about
Zakes and the cars? Well, the police
came around again, asking more
questions.”
“Yes?” Ntombi didn’t like where
this was going.
“Well, my uncle made a decision
yesterday. He went to the police
and told them what had
happened. It was a dangerous
thing to do, because if Zakes found
out… but he couldn’t live with it
anymore. Now the police are
planning to catch Zakes and his
gang red-handed. They are just
waiting to catch them when they
bring the next cars in to be spray-
painted. One of the policemen is at
my uncle’s garage right now,
dressed as a mechanic…”
“Oh God,” said Ntombi.
“That’s why I have to go away. I
don’t want to, but my uncle
insisted. It’s for my safety and the
safety of my family. If Zakes and
his gang find out that I know
something, or if they find out
about the police, they will come
for revenge. Do you understand?
Zakes might not seem all that bad,
but when someone crosses him
and his amajita, you don’t want to
be there.”
“I’m really sorry,” said Ntombi. She
didn’t know what else to say.
Somehow, because of her mother,
she felt responsible.
“It’s not your fault. Your mother
doesn’t know anything about this.
But it’s really important that we
just act normal, like nothing’s
happened, for a little while longer.
You can’t tell your mother
anything – not till Zakes is safely
behind bars.”
“I understand,” said Ntombi. “Is
there anything I can do?”
“Yes, there is,” said Olwethu. “I
want to be able to check on you
and your family to make sure you
are okay. And I want you to have
my number. I want you to promise
me that you will phone, if anything
happens.”
Ntombi went to fetch her
cellphone, switched it on and
added Olwethu’s number to her
contact list then SMSed him hers.
Suddenly, a message popped up on
her screen. She tried to hide the
expression on her face from
Olwethu – the message was from
Mzi.
When Olwethu had gone, Ntombi
stood at the door and read the
message quickly.
Hy gal..srry hvnt spoken 4 so long-
lent my sista my fone wen she
went 2 hospital- cnt w8 2 c u – lot I
nid 2 tl u…
Ntombi felt relieved. So that was
why he hadn’t SMS’d her. He’d
leant his phone to his sick sister.
But he wanted to see her again,
and he wanted to talk. That was
good, everything would be
explained. There had been a
reason why he hadn’t called. A
good one.
Before she had a chance to reply to
Mzi’s message, a silver BMW
cruised down the road towards
her. Surely it was too early for
church to be out already? The car
pulled up, and Ntombi expected to
see Zakes get out smiling, now
that he had tried to buy his
forgiveness. She could just imagine
him in church trying to make a
deal with God: “If you forgive me
God, I promise to only hijack one
more car… seriously…”
But it wasn’t Zakes who got out of
the car. It was Mzi, and he was
holding a huge bunch of roses.
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