A red, red rose (3/7)

By Drum Digital
08 July 2015

True love always comes out on top.

Oupa! The penny dropped. Damn! Owner was at his wits’ end. “Never mind,” said Lea. She understood. She genuinely believed him. She knew Owner’s problems. “Sorry Lea. So sorry, my skat. Call me if you need anything.” “Don’t worry about the money. Just relax, Owner. We will do the best we can. I think the boy will be just fine.”

Lea’s mother had overheard the conversation. In a mocking tone, she confronted her daughter about the man who was cycling away. “What more can you expect? Just excuses! Lea, my child, how long is it going to take you to come to your senses. You and Thipe must work out your problems. As for this Owner of yours; the only thing he owns is that rundown bicycle that he picked up at a rubbish dump . . .” “Mother, please! I told you this topic is closed. Don’t start, please.”

At the butchery, Owner’s boss Mr Lerole was going through a rough time of his own. He’d come home in the wee hours and his wife was fuming. But he had just thought of a way to make up for his latest misdemeanour.

He drove to Checkers and returned with a bouquet of red roses. He wrote on the card: “My Beloved.

To be continued...

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