The banging continued at the end, and then the rumble of a car rolled up outside the house. It came with the sound of the gate swinging open, and the car pulled in. Everyone went quiet, thinking maybe it was one of Rama's parents arriving. Their patience ran out when a girl walked in—she looked a lot like her partner, though a bit younger.
Rama saw her and smiled. "My little sister , looks like you remembered your brother today, coming all this way."
"(looking around at everyone) What's up… (turning to Rama) Seems like all your swagger's on full display today, first I hear you landed a solid hit on your teacher."
"What could I do? He started it, ended up bringing me this mess. I wanted to really rough him up… (looking at her friends) guys, this is my little one, Farida. Solid fists like mine, no difference—she even knows how to use her teeth like a knife." Everyone laughed hearing that, while the younger girl threatened to strike as she edged closer.
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By around 4.00 p.m, Siyawezi had finished all the important household chores. She got back early, before her dad arrived, giving her a rare moment of freedom. She didn't want anyone interfering in her business, especially after earning a big stack of cash. There were times she almost thought she could move out, but her age kept her under her parents' roof.
That evening, she didn't want to go out either, locking herself in as she thought about the money she had earned. It felt like luck smiling down on her. Even taking out and counting her cash, she could hardly believe it was hers. Besides the long-term savings she'd hidden away, she was careful not to spend too much and alert her parents.
While still in her room, there was a knock at the door. She jumped and hid her cash, stepping out in the tracksuit she'd been wearing all day. A girl at the door opened it, wearing their school skirt and a black blouse. She brought a casual smile, then nudged aside to let her in.
The girl walked straight to the bed and sat down. Her friend closed the door and joined her. Siyawezi said, "Girl, nights like this aren't normal, I know you don't usually hang around this late."
"My friend, dad's not home at all. I went to Juma's and didn't find him, so I figured I'd come chat before heading back. Though I did hear some whispers from Juma's side spreading around," her friend replied.
The girl decided to open up. "My friend Mudi, after puffing his weed, he calmed down. That night you got hit, he came here, grabbed you—you didn't resist—took care of things in the dark, even asked for some cash before leaving. He told a few, but secrets like that, they get around."
Siyawezi scowled and cursed under her breath. "I didn't expect him at all; I was waiting for someone else. That fool just sent himself my way without giving anything. And his weed? He's quitting that now."
"Take it easy, girl, don't make it look like I brought this to you. Don't let him come back to cause trouble."
"Don't worry, I get it. I'll deal with him again tonight. Saturday, dad's late getting home. We'll both go, I'll sort him out," she said, grabbing her tracksuit and tying it at the waist, clearly determined. Her friend just got up and followed without another word.
Besides her boldness, Siyawezi rolled with all kinds of troublemakers; many were just good friends. When she heard a guy smoked weed, she knew exactly which kind it was and where he liked to hang out. That's why she told her friend to follow him, certain she could catch the guy who'd caused so much trouble.
Mudi, the guy being hunted, sat with his friends a little away from the main area, near the football field where locals watched games. He sat smoking, without a care, the smell drifting around.
He got a shock seeing a girl in a tracksuit, but it was night. He didn't recognize her at first. Then Siyawezi's voice called him boldly, telling him to come over. All his friends stayed quiet, not daring to say a word.
Mudi didn't even think about going—already the girl moved toward him. Without another word, she grabbed him hard, one hand landing on his chest. She handled him forcefully, pushing him around, and it wasn't over. He staggered, almost falling back, and she got on top quickly. The guy felt an overwhelming force he couldn't shake off, trying everything to resist but failing.
His friends just watched, none daring to step in. The girl, small but fierce, was stronger than they expected. Even though Mudi had been used to trouble, he couldn't handle her.
"Kid, you don't just mess with your friends, you gotta bring me five thousand next time. Miss it, and next round I'll catch you and break every leg," she said angrily, standing tall. Mudi yelped, groaning from the punishment.
When it was done, she got up, leaving with a confident smirk. His friends ran to help him, though he'd been hurt enough. They just gave him sympathy, none commenting on the pain. Mudi didn't know if he should tell the few he trusted, or else word might reach the girl again.
"Man, just give that cash to the girl. Next time, if he comes back, he'll do worse than this. Lucky you got it right this time, even we didn't see," one friend advised.
Another added, "You know how tricky this girl is, that's why I told the guy to just stay put and keep this to himself."
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