Wednesday morning, the sound of Sonele babbling to himself in his playpen filled the quiet house. Mmabatho was in the kitchen, sipping her tea, when her phone buzzed with a call from her mother.
"Morning, mama," she answered cheerfully.
"Molweni, ntombi yam. How are you and my grandson?" her mother asked warmly, her voice carrying a mix of love and excitement.
"We're good, mama. He's keeping me busy, as always."
After the usual pleasantries, her mother got to the point. "Listen, ntombi, there's an umgidi for your cousin this weekend. You must come back home. Everyone is expecting you. And bring the baby and Sandile. We need to meet him properly."
Mmabatho hesitated, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of introducing Sandile to her family in Rustenburg. But she knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. "Oh, okay, mama. I'll let him know. We'll be there on Friday."
Her mother chuckled. "Good. Don't forget to pack warm clothes for the baby. And tell Sandile to behave himself. Akaphumelelanga ukuhlola."
Mmabatho laughed, knowing her mother's humor was her way of hiding nervousness. "Don't worry, mama. I'll talk to him."
As soon as the call ended, Mmabatho headed to Sandile's study to tell him. She paused at the door, surprised to see him leaning over his desk, glasses perched on his nose.
Since when does this man wear glasses? She thought to herself.
He looked completely focused, typing on his laptop and occasionally jotting notes in his notebook. The glasses only added to his charm, and she couldn't help but stare for a moment longer than necessary.
"See something you like?" he asked without looking up, catching her off guard.
She cleared her throat, stepping inside. "I didn't know you wore glasses."
He glanced up and smirked. "Only when I'm working. What's up?"
She took a deep breath, sitting on the chair across from his desk. "So, my mom called. She said we need to go to Rustenburg this weekend for my cousin's umgidi. She also said you're invited... and that you have to behave."
Sandile chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Your mom said I must behave? Now I'm scared."
Mmabatho rolled her eyes. "I'm serious. It's a big deal, and it'll be the first time you're meeting my family properly. Are you okay with that?"
He stood, walking around the desk until he was leaning against the edge near her. "Of course. I've been waiting for this. Besides, you met my family alreadyâit's only fair."
Friday morning came quickly. Mmabatho was up early, running around the house as she packed bags for the trip. She packed for herself, Sandile, and Sonele, making sure to include warm clothes and essentials for the baby. She prepared bottles of milk, added snacks to the car, and secured Sonele's car seat in the back of Sandile's Range Rover.
By the time Sandile came downstairs, dressed casually in a black hoodie and joggers, she was fastening the last bag into the boot.
"Impressive," he said, nodding toward her organizational skills. "Remind me to never question your packing skills again."
She rolled her eyes playfully. "Just grab your sunglasses and let's go."
At exactly 2:00 PM, they were on the road. The drive was peaceful, with Sonele dozing off in his car seat, the soft hum of the engine lulling him to sleep. Mmabatho scrolled through her playlist, playing a mix of amapiano and R&B, while Sandile drove, occasionally throwing her amused glances as she sang along.
Two hours later, they arrived in Rustenburg. Instead of heading straight to Mmabatho's family home, they stopped at a hotel to freshen up.
"You're not wearing that, are you?" Mmabatho asked as Sandile reached for a plain white T-shirt.
"What's wrong with this?"
She sighed, rummaging through his bag and pulling out a more formal button-down shirt. "You need to look presentable. You're meeting my dad."
He raised an eyebrow, amused. "And what about you?"
Mmabatho pulled out a modest dress and a matching headwrap from her suitcase. "Don't worry, I'll look the part."
By the time they left the hotel, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over Rustenburg. They pulled up to Mmabatho's family home, a modest but well-maintained house with a large yard.
As they parked, Mmabatho's mother came out to greet them, her face lighting up with joy.
"Ntombi yam!" she exclaimed, rushing to hug Mmabatho tightly.
"Hi, mama," Mmabatho said, her voice soft with emotion. She unstrapped Sonele from his car seat and held him up. "Look who I brought."
Her mother's eyes welled up with tears as she reached for her grandson. "Oh, my boy! Umdala ngoku. Look how big he's grown."
Mmabatho's father appeared in the doorway, his expression stern but warm. "Nkosana!" he greeted, pulling Mmabatho into a bear hug.
After the emotional reunion, Mmabatho turned to Sandile, who had been watching quietly. "Mama, tata, this is Sandile."
Sandile stepped forward, extending his hand respectfully. "It's a pleasure to meet you, baba. And you, mama."
Mmabatho's father gave him a firm handshake, sizing him up in a way only fathers could. "Sandile, welcome. You're lucky we're meeting you in good spirits."
Her mother laughed, brushing off her husband's teasing. "Come inside, all of you. The food is ready."
As they stepped into the house, Mmabatho felt a mix of nostalgia and nerves. This was her childhood home, filled with memories, but introducing Sandile to her family made everything feel different.
Dinner was lively, with her parents asking Sandile endless questions about his life, work, and intentions. He answered each one with charm and patience, occasionally glancing at Mmabatho for reassurance.
By the end of the night, it was clear that Sandile had won them over. Her mother even whispered to her, "Ntombi, you did well with this one."
As they drove back to the hotel, Sandile glanced at her, a small smile playing on his lips. "Your parents are something else."
She laughed. "Welcome to my world."
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