Forbidden Fruit

<p>The proposal came as a shock to Daisy. I could tell from her murky face that she was not expecting anything like this. At first I was scared of how she was going to react, her gloomy face made it worse but as the proposal sank in, her face became impeccably illuminated. Her smile made her look so beautiful it was as if I was seeing her for the first time. Then she said the words " let me think about it", as she laughed gently while patting my shoulder. I looked at her pretty eyes with joy boiling inside me because I knew what that answer meant. It was a yes in the mind of a decent african lady. I really wanted to kiss her tender lips but I stopped my self. First I did not want to make the situation awkward and also I knew she had the virus and I had not done any research on its transmission. I swore in my thoughts to do a detailed research that evening.<br/><br/>After spending enough time with Daisy, I felt it was time I return home. I had really enjoyed her company which did not really surprise me. I mean "she is Daisy". She wanted to escort me but I didn't want people seeing us. Another call from my dad wasn't something I would want, so I just hugged her, told her goodbye and left. As I went home the events of the day raced in my mind. I could not beleive I had gone against my Dad. It was like I had eaten the forbidden fruit. <br/><br/>When I reached home I saw my father car parked at the compound, It had been long since I saw him so I decided to go say hi to him. On entering the house, I realised he was sitted at his usual spot his eyes fixed at the television. He sensed my presence and began speaking without turning his head. "I told you to stay away from that girl but I saw you hugging her today", " I cannot imagine you disrespected me". His voice was deep and stun. I started shaking with sweats cascading down my cheecks. With the same fixed gaze he turned and faced me, and my father a man I had never seen cry in my entire life, wiped a tear from his left eye and said " a part of me has died today son". His words pearced me like a knife, my father was like my hero but now I could not even imagine what he thought of me. I could not face him so I left and went to my house with a series of questions crossing my mind.</p>