Ayanda's Wedding

By Drum Digital
28 February 2014

Is Ayanda going to enjoy her time away from Fikile without him?

Fikile had tears in his eyes.

“No, Fikile, I never saw you as a pillow to cry on, please don’t think that,” Ayanda said. “I’m in love with you. It’s just that I want to experience some time on my own.”

“I see . . . you want time to yourself? Okay. I’ll stop all the wedding preparations for now.

Marriage is such a big decision to make. Not something to be taken lightly.”

He looked away.

“I want to do all the things I’ve never had the courage to do by myself before I settle down,” Ayanda said.

“So what’s your plan?” Fikile asked.

“I want to go on holiday. See the world. Inhale some fresh air as I enjoy the mountain views,” Ayanda said dreamily. “I also intend to take evening classes and start a new hobby. And I’d like to spend more time with my friends and go out on the town with them.”

Fikile looked at her. “I’m so jealous,” he said. “How I wish you were taking me with you. But I understand that you need some space, and that you’ve got to do this by yourself.”

Ayanda held her breath, not sure what he’d say next. When he spoke, she was relieved.

“I’ll be patient, my love. I’ll be waiting for you as you make up your mind,” he said without a trace of bitterness.

“Thank you Fikile,” she said, trying hard not to cry. She squeezed his hand and hugged him so that he couldn’t see the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Goodbye. Thanks for being so understanding . . .”

As she drove away Ayanda felt both happy and sad. She was free now!

A few days later, Ayanda booked a two-week trip to Umhlanga Rocks and found herself at a five-star hotel. Sitting on the beach, she felt the sand under her feet as she looked at the ocean in front of her.

Around her she saw mostly couples.

During breakfast the next morning she’d felt self-conscious eating alone. She was used to eating with Fikile. It was the second day of her two-week holiday and she found herself wondering what he was doing, and wishing he was there.

I’m being silly, she told herself. But by day five she was feeling even more lonely. Fikile had not been in touch. True to his word, he was giving her space.

Suddenly, at lunchtime while she was strolling in the town, she realised she’d overreacted to her impending marriage, and had panicked about sharing her life with someone.

She texted Fikile, ‘SAA 317 to Durban leaves Johannesburg at 7.30 am. Please be on the plane. Your fiancée will be at the airport to drive you to Umhlanga Rocks for a five-star retreat. She misses you and can’t live without you’. Ayanda pressed the send button and waited.

Thirty minutes later Fikile replied. “I wouldn’t miss that plane for the world.”

A week later, on their return, Ayanda had tea with her friends.

“I discovered that it’s practical to enjoy time alone, even in a relationship,” she told them and before they could disagree she added. “The wedding is back on and I couldn’t be happier!”

Six months later, Sanele and Zola looked stunning in their bridesmaids’ gowns. Ayanda, in her wedding gown, looked at herself in the mirror and beamed from ear to ear.

“Let’s go girls. The limo’s here. It’s the first day of the rest of my life.”

-by WN Tembo

The end.

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