Standing in front the mirror, I cannot believe how beautiful I look. My mother just left this room with tears, she also cannot believe how stunning I look in a white dress, my wedding gown. These past years would’ve been the best of my life if I didn't spend them checking if the boys grow and change and if one will start looking like Thabo. Crazy I know. They are so adorable though, they look exactly like me. We are raising handsome knights, naughty but adorable. Siv and Sonto have broken up nine times in the past three years, I just love them and today they are our witness. They actually staged an intervention for me and Kefiloe last year, because – apparently- we have been engaged too long. It came at a good time; just after the twins’ 2nd birthday.
At that moment Kefiloe had just shocked me. On the twins’ birthday party he came to me in our bedroom – we moved in together when the twins were born- and he held me from behind. Our friends were busy with the children outside and I had gone to fetch the gifts. Kefiloe is very calm, even in difficult situations but I had learned to tell when he was having trouble with something. That was one of the moments; he held me and whispered;
“I know only one of the boys is mine.”
I could’ve fainted, I so badly wanted to. I never told anyone about this, not even my mother, what is this guy talking about? Couldn’t he wait until the guests left at least? I pretended not to know what he was talking about – at first – and there I got mad that he tested my children. How can he even do that? I felt he did not trust me. But he went on and explained how he tested his fertility after he got sick down there, I remember those days – it was just after the twins were born. The doctor then told him his fertility is weak due to an accident he had when he was a child, he might not have children at all. If he had one, then he should consider himself lucky. He then decided to test the paternity of the twins – without my consent – and found out only one was his. This after he had gone for a second opinion about his weak sperm and got the same result. I tried explaining the whole incident with Thabo but he stopped me and told me he forgave me. Okay…
I stood there, like I had been hit by a storm, as I listened to a secret my man had kept from me for two full years.
“Why didn't you tell me?” I asked eventually.
We had been standing in that same position the whole time, I couldn't move.
“I’m sorry, I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't want you thinking I did not trust you.”
“Who isn't yours?”
“I don't want to know. I love those boys the same.”
After a moment of silence, I ask, “Were you ever angry with me?”
“I was but I realized this was a gift. These are the only children we will ever have. Ayanda, we are a family and I love you guys with all I have.”
He is a good father to the twins, I couldn't have suspected he was hiding such information. We agreed to never do any more paternity tests and that both Andile and Asanda will grow up as Bataung. Things changed after that though, my guilt got the better of me, I pulled away from the relationship a little. And that's when we had the intervention. Our friends felt that we were dragging our feet and ruining a good relationship. They don't know how I betrayed Kefiloe and how he amazingly forgave me for it. Thanks to that; today I am marrying God’s finest creation, Kefiloe Motaung. Sonto comes in with my bouquet, we have grown to be close over the years and she looks splendid in the bridesmaid’s dress. It’s time; I am about to give my whole being to Kefiloe and I know this is exactly what I want.
As I walk down the aisle I see my boys wearing suits, they look adorable! Okay; they may be different sizes and heights, and have different hairlines, teeth and noses but they both have a resemblance of me, it's amazing! I gave birth to those cute and stubborn creatures. They are standing in front of their father who looks even more handsome today, Siviwe too, suits really do look good on them. Life has its own way of working out, right? Who could’ve guessed that when one-night choir practice came out late, I would walk out of those church doors and straight into my destiny?
“Ayanda Xaba,” the pastor says; “do you take Kefiloe Motaung to be your legally wedded husband; for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in good and bad times, in sickness and in health, till death do you apart?”
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