Connecting

CONNECTING

by

Thabi Majabula

Published by Thabi Majabula at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Thabi Majabula

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This is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

GLOSSARY

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CHAPTER ONE

I hate you, he said feelingly.

And I love you. I always have, and I always will, said Suko.

You don’t know what love is, he sneered.

I have a better idea than you do. Does your father know you’re here?

That’s none of your business.

Go home, before he finds out.

Don’t tell me what to do.

You look very much like him. You even have the same bitter expression on your face, said Suko, looking him over. He was six foot tall, light in complexion, and of big build. He was the mirror image of his father.

Shut up! he said. She stood.

Get out, she said.

I…

Nobody insults me. Get out. Get out, she shouted.

Don’t get excited, I only want to talk.

I don’t want to listen. Go now. He left. Suko sat down and put her head in her hands. A few minutes later, she forced herself to smile, and continued with the rest of her day.

She showered at home, then, as she was changing, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was five foot seven in height, of medium build, and dark complexion. She kept her hair black and natural. She noticed the grey hairs, and decided that she was going to stop dyeing her hair. Aging was a fact of life, and she was not going to fight it anymore. She tried to find any resemblance that Sydney might have got from her, but there was none. She noticed the sadness in her brown eyes, and forced herself to smile, trying to cheer up, but it did not work.

She found Ray in the lounge. He had been seated, and stood when he saw her. He was six foot tall, with blue eyes, and long brown hair. Suko was struck again by how very handsome and sexy he was, with his broad shoulders and lean hips. She understood why he had been a very popular model when he was younger. He approached her, kissed her, then they sat down. He switched off the TV, and watched her. She looked away from his scrutiny.

What’s the matter? he asked.

Nothing.

Then why do you have that sad look in your eye? Were you thinking of your son?

He came to see me.

And?

And he hates me. Of course he hates me. His father can only have fed him lies and horridness about me.

What do you want to do?

I want to hold onto you.

I’m right here, said Ray, holding his arms out wide. Suko went to sit