Chapter Two - My Father's Fury
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Chapter Two - My Father's Fury
On the 27th of September 2015, I decided to grab the bull by its horns and I did that with conviction because there was no turning back. I made away from my parents' house and a cloud of emotional ambiguity was suspended upon me but I was adamant in my doing. My mother was not fond of the idea of my departure but she was also not in objection because my father's eagerness had rapidly worsened since I had just completed high school and he was already deciding for me as to what I should register for at the university.
A brief part of me would have appreciated what he was doing for me but only if it was done above board or in harmony with my wishes. Supposedly, my father might have been misled by my ability to handle numbers with ease but that did not mean I wanted to become an accountant. I knew that there were more job opportunities in the latter field but I still did not yearn to pursue it. My father had become an indifferent character, especially after seeing my reluctance, for he would make dismaying remarks about my painting desire and he had even implied in passing that if my doings were against his wishes, I would have to leave his house, though I could not tell if he was serious or just trying to indirectly force me into giving in but it did not matter anymore because I had already left. I had some money saved up for an event alike to the one at hand and most of the money I had was from my painting projects that I would do for people in my neighborhood and outside of my neighborhood and some of the money was obviously from my parents.
Limpopo is very far from Johannesburg and I was traveling by taxi, so I decided to book myself into a guest house because when I arrived in Johannesburg, it was already 7pm. My mother had readily suggested to accompany me but I did not want to give my dad another reason to blame her again. My departure was impulsive, well, I made it seem impulsive, I knew that I was leaving on the 27th of September 2015, but I only told my mother on the day of my departure and left my dad a note, one that would certainly provoke him and I disliked the idea of having to inform him of my leaving through a note but my father was very stubborn, let alone being indifferent. I booked myself into a cheap guest house because I was only going to spend one night. The next day came about and I went to Soweto to find myself an apartment and one of the reasons I chose the neighborhood spoken of, was because it had a lot of affordable accommodations. I had to find a cheap accommodation because I did not know what lied ahead, so I had to use my money cautiously.
"Natasha, I found this note on top of my laptop, do you know about it?" My father asked my mother at once, while displaying the note I had written for him regarding my abrupt departure. He did not seem delighted at all, if anything, he was very angry and embittered by what was happening.
"What is it Steven?" My mother asked that question politely, yet she was feeling like a lost ball in the high weeds, since she knew nothing about the note I had written for my father, yet a part of her suspected that the note could have been about me taking an impulsive leave of absence.
"I am talking about Nathan's note, about him leaving and please Natasha, do not lie to me on his behalf, I beg of you." At this point, my father's speech towards my mother was already inhospitable, for he was already preparing himself to blame my mother once again for everything that was taking place.
At hearing the expression at hand, my mother sighed and her sighing was incited by emotional exhaustion, at that very moment, she started reminiscing about the olden days, my father was saying a lot of things there-upon but my mother, his wife, was already quenching her thirst by roving in memories and thinking about how great of a man her husband was, for even though things were not always hunky dory between them but they always endeavored their utmost to treat each other with plentiful respect and that made my mother love being in her marriage but I doubt if she still bore the same sentiment.
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"Steven, Nathan only told me this morning that he was leaving, I tried talking to him but he was adamant about leaving and I could not force him to stay." This was the least my mother could say to her impolite husband, as she was at a loss for words, let alone being tormented by fatigue.
My father sighed upon hearing his wife's reply and there-after, he made away and since my mother was already tired emotionally, she did not even attempt to stop him. He went out at once but he did not say where exactly he was going, since he had the tendency of doing that, he was not one to prolong arguments and I loved that about him, I just could not understand why he was not open to taking admonition from others but even though he was a hard nut to crack, a slight part of me was hopeful that he would one day learn to see the forest for the trees and not be fixated on his beliefs even when they impose jeopardy upon the things that are dear to him.
As I said beforehand, my mother was quick to let bygones be bygones and not because she was nonchalant but because peace of mind was important to her. As evening was already approaching, she decided to start preparing dinner but she could not stop thinking about me, I mean I was the only child she's ever had and she was fond of my company. I was also missing home but mostly, I was missing my parents.
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