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Becca's Treasure
Becca's Treasure
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Becca has just come out of a long term relationship that she is not finding it easy to recover from. She dreads returning home from working out of the country, because she is certain that her life can only go down hill. Her ex's best friend unexpectedly comes to her rescue. She house sits for him while he is away. When he returns, their relationship takes a turn that she had not foreseen in her wildest dreams.

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Release dateAug 27, 2012
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Becca's Treasure
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Thabi Majabula

Good romance stories are mood enhancers. I am thankful to all the romance writers who improved my mood many times. I am also thankful to be among romance writers, and I am thankful to all entities, physical and spiritual, who make it possible for me to write. I am thankful to you, reader, and I am thankful for every single person who has read any of my stories. I hope reading the stories gave you as much pleasure as writing gave me. Best of all things, Thabi

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    Becca's Treasure - Thabi Majabula

    BECCA’S TREASURE

    By

    Thabi Majabula

    Published by Thabi Majabula at Smashwords

    Copyright 2012 Thabi Majabula

    Smashwords Edition, License Notes

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    not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to

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    of this author.

    This is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    RETURNING

    DAVID

    AMOS

    SURPRISE

    CONSEQUENCES

    OUT OF TOWN

    AMOS, AGAIN

    TOGETHER

    THE RELATIVES

    THE PAST

    INTENTIONS

    EPILOGUE

    GLOSSARY

    OTHER BOOKS BY THABI MAJABULA

    RETURNING

    4 December 2011

    I’m not eating again. I generally don’t have an appetite during the day, but it returns with a vengeance at night. I’m worried about what I’ll do when I get back home. It’s enough to put me off food.

    The sweet cravings are back. I watch young men selling sweets when I’m in traffic, and salivate.

    I’ve had a great time in Luanda, and now it’s time to go home. I don’t really want to. There’s nothing there for me. I’ve moved back in with my mother. How embarrassing is that! A woman my age, back in her mother’s house, instead of going to her own house when her relationship ends.

    I don’t want to go to Mme’s house. She has nothing but unkind words for me. The fact that her words are true, doesn’t make them more palatable.

    5 December 2011

    My colleagues held a surprise birthday party for me. I cried, that’s how touched I was. They are being so nice. When I was with Amos, my birthday was just another day, but today, I mattered. I was the centre of attention, not for anything I did or have, simply for being. I’ll remember this day as long as I live.

    The party gave me hope, for what, I don’t know, but I’ll enjoy the feeling while it lasts, because it’s a good one.

    6 December 2011

    I was at the office for the last time. I took pictures. I’ve had three months to do that, but I decided to cram everything into one day. I hugged everyone and didn’t cry. I wanted to, I didn’t want to leave, because they have all been so kind to me, but the contract is over.

    No one met me at the airport when I arrived in Johannesburg. I know people in this country, but none of them came to meet me. In Luanda, I knew no one when I arrived, but I was met at the airport.

    I have to stop making comparisons. The Luanda joy trip is over, and I must face what I’ve become here.

    When I arrived at Mme’s, she folded her arms across her bosom, and looked at me over her glasses.

    So you came back. Why didn’t you find a man out there? she asked.

    Later I lay in bed, vowing not to sleep under her roof ever again. I climbed out of bed, unable to sleep. I looked at myself in the mirror. I’m five foot nine, and I can never forget what Amos and other people have told me, there is too much of me. I’m too tall, too fleshy, too round, too ugly, with too much bum and belly. I felt tears smarting, and told myself to stop it. I took several deep breaths, and told myself I’d be fine when I left Mme’s.

    When I tired, I fell into an uneasy sleep.

    7 December 2011

    I looked at my finances, and realised I couldn’t pay rent for more than two months. I need a place to stay, rent-free.

    I left Mme’s with my bag of worldly possessions. It’s big and bulky. It sat beside me on the seat in the taxi, and I had to pay for it as if it was a person. I walked aimlessly in a mall, having decided that I’d think about where to sleep when the sun set.

    I was in a sweet shop, when I noticed David, Amos’s best friend. There was nowhere to hide. I picked up my bag, and hurried away. It was hard to manoeuvre. It occurred to me that I should have gotten a trolley from a shop.

    The bag was so heavy, I had to stop to rest.

    Hi, Becca, said David. I looked at him, horrified. He was not supposed to have seen me! He is five foot eleven, with a wide girth, and a rugged look.

    Hi, David, I said.

    How are you? he asked, looking at me, really looking at me.

    Fine, and you?

    Worried.

    About what?

    My house. I’m going away on business, and I need someone to house sit for me. Will you do it?

    What?

    I’ll pay you.

    If I accepted, I’d have accommodation. On the other hand, it would be awkward, I had left his best friend in the not too distant past.

    I’m sorry, I can’t, I said.

    No! he said. I looked at him in surprise.

    "I’m not taking no for an answer. I’m taking you to my house, and you will house sit for me," he said sternly. I was shocked. He’d always been mild-mannered, except when he would take Amos to task for being mean to me.

    Let’s go, he said, taking my bag from me. He lifted it as if it weighed nothing and walked away. I followed him meekly.

    We drove to his home in silence. He took my bag to a big bedroom in his big house, and put it down.

    Treat this as your home, he said.

    But…

    I’ll pay you every week, my office manager will be in touch about paying you.

    I don’t need to be paid.

    You’re working for me.

    I’m not working.

    House sitting is a job. You’re responsible for the safety of my house, and my property. I’ll be back in a month, or in three months, depending on how things go out there.

    David…

    I’ll be in touch. Bye, he said, then he left. I stared after him, then I looked about the room. It was beautiful. Amos and I had visited David often, but I’d never been to any of the bedrooms. I heard David’s car driving off.

    I’ll enjoy this while it lasts, I told myself. For the first time in two days, I smiled. Fortune was favouring me, and I appreciated it very much. I gave myself a tour of the house. It had six big bedrooms, all with ensuite bathrooms,

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