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of this? He’s like the devil offering me gold and silver for my soul.
    “What about my studies?”
    I sip on my coffee as they put their heads together and whisper some more.
    “ Unisa or by correspondence. When you become a wife, things change and he is not happy with you leaving the house every day.”
    That is totally out of the question. “A wife? Me?”
    As his words, the situation and the craziness of it all deluge over me, I close my eyes and lean my head back against the wall. “A prostitute,” I murmur, “he wants me to become a prostitute.”
    “Mr Jakobus says a prostitute doesn’t get two million rand after two years. Unless you’re Pretty Woman. He says he saw the movie and kept wishing it was in Afrikaans. Says that he was certain that Julia Roberts had Afrikaans blood in her. But overall …”
    “You serious?”
    “Says that’s seven characters. Says he missing out on his bacon and eggs for breakfast so he would like an answer asap.”
    I stare at the table as I think about his proposal. If I say no, I’m in jail. There is no way my family could come up with one hundred thousand rand.
    “Why is bail so high for vandalism?”
    Whispering.
    “Mr Jakobus says he bribed a judge ten thousand rands to find a reason to set bail at that price.”
    “You WHAT?” I jump out of my chair and lunge at him.
    Hettie Stransky, as big as she is, leaps out of her chair, grabs me around the waist and keeps me from hitting Tarago.
    “You arsehole! How could you do that?! You maniac! You bloody …bloody…bearded …you …you …”
    He sits with arms folded, an amused look on his face.
    “Man, what a loathsome creature you are! I’d like to kill you.”
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    I wear jeans, an unflattering blue and white striped top, heels and a snarl at my quickie wedding.
    He wears an off-white striped shirt, black pants and a Rolex. His hair is neat and secured into a ponytail and he’s clean-shaven. For the first time since I met him, I can see his face.
    Yet, I don’t look at him, don’t smile, mumble my vows, and when the judge declares that we are now husband and wife and that he can kiss the bride, I offer my cheek. He gives me a peck that lands somewhere between my jawline and lips.
    To my surprise he drives. As far as I know, he has a driver all the time. Must really want to keep our marriage a secret.
    We drive to his home in Clifton in silence. After a while he turns on the radio and Janet Jackson’s That’s the Way Love Goes , plays.
    I quickly change the radio station.
    I’m All Out of Love by Air Supply plays.
    Quickly, I reach to hit the tune button.
    “ Wat maakeer (what’s going on?)?”
    “No need for romantic music,” I mutter.
    He chuckles.
    I fling him a dirty look, then continue seeking a song devoid of any reference to love.
    I welcome all advertisements, especially ones about funerals and servicing of motor vehicle.
    When the adverts finish, Ace of Base’s All That She Wants plays.
    I listen carefully to the lyrics, ready to pounce should one word about love is mentioned. Don’t hear any. Okay, better. No mention of the word love – I exhale and sit back.
    The knot in my stomach that I’ve had for the last seven days since I was released from jail tightens. I have no idea where I am going. All I have is his word that he is wealthy and a contract that could turn out to be bogus. Fair enough were are driving in a silver Jag with a white interior, but still…
    My mind drifts to my family. They were so thrilled to know that I landed a job as a Personal Assistant to some wealthy guy and that my salary would cover all monthly expenses.
    Sure they were sore about me having to live in and having to study part-time, but I tried to get them to look on the bright side of things and they did.
    Two years.
    I feel like I’m driving to prison to do a stint. But I nurse a tiny flicker of hope – he’ll tire of me before the two year period, and then I will be on my way. The