Marry for money, my girl 3/3

By Drum Digital
09 November 2013

Naledi makes a shocking discovery in her quest to find love and riches.

It was the beautiful woman, the one from the photographs in his passage. She was expensively dressed and her diamond earrings definitely didn’t look fake. Naledi watched as Lukas took the beautiful woman’s suitcase. But he didn’t greet her with a kiss. Naledi was glad about that.

Maybe this really was his sister Angela. Then as she watched from behind the magazine rack a short, bald, overweight older man pushed his trolley towards Lukas and the woman.

“You get these bags in the car right now, Lukas,” the man said. “And hurry up. I have a board meeting in two hours.” The beautiful woman slipped her arm through that of the short man and kissed him on the top of his bald head.

Lukas response really surprised Naledi. “Yes, sir,” Lukas said. “Right away, sir.”

Why would someone as rich as Lukas be calling another man sir? It didn’t make sense. Naledi followed Lukas and the trolley out of the airport doors and to the exclusive parking lot where the silver Jaguar waited, parked among other luxury vehicles. And as Lukas began to load the bags into the boot he spotted her. A look of such horror and shame spread over his face that Naledi felt her heart break for him.

“Naledi, I’m so sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have deceived you like that. This isn’t my car. That wasn’t my house in Camps Bay. It all belongs to my boss, Mr ‘Midas-Touch’ Jili. I’m actually just the chauffeur, Naledi. That’s all I am. Can you forgive me for lying to you?”

Naledi took his hand. She remembered what her grandmother had said: “Marry for money, my girl.”

But maybe her grandmother was wrong. Love was worth far more than money. Love made you happy and alive and filled you with joy in a way money never could. “Of course, I forgive you, Lukas,” she smiled. “And I have a confession too. I lied the same as you did. I don’t have a rich mining magnate for a daddy. I don’t ride horses or attend UCT. I’m just a poor shampoo girl at a hair salon.”

Lukas closed the boot with a loud bang and stared down at Naledi.

“What? Are you telling me you aren’t the daughter of a wealthy family?”

Naledi shook her head, still laughing. “No. But what does it matter if we love each other?”

Lukas folded his arms tightly across his chest.

“Sorry, but I won’t be seeing you again. It would never work out between us. My grandfather always told me, ‘Never marry for love, Lukas. Love doesn’t pay the bills. You marry for money now while you are young and handsome.’ And that’s what I plan to do. Sorry.” With that, Lukas climbed into the silver Jaguar and drove off towards the entrance where his boss and his beautiful wife stood waiting. Naledi was left alone and broken-hearted, sobbing in the car park.

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