BURN for Better or Worse (COMPLETED)

Chapter 44

NQABA… 

Thandiwe is not in the house, I looked everywhere. After the alteration we had, my heart led me back to the bedroom to apologize only to find it evacuate. Something seems to take control over Thandiwe, MamSonto is aware of it. 

She wouldn’t tell me what it was, only that she had to go to the mountain to pray. Forty days is what she told me, so much could happen in forty days. After the attack she had last night, her spirit had lost its strength. So fighting the evil man with a weak spirit could prove dangerous for her.

Now thandiwe is missing, her phone is on the nightstand. How will I find her? Ngidi had warned me about the spiritual war, I didn’t think it would be this bad. I feel so alone in this, I can’t keep troubling Neo. Ayize is heavily pregnant, she needs him more than I do. 

Grabbing whatever I need, my mind falls into panic as I drive out of the compound in search of Thandiwe and can only hope that she is okay wherever she is. 

BULELWA… 

Abingdon Wine Estates, the sign says. Zizwe has an eye for nice things, this place is beautiful. I am wilfully brushed into the vineyards as it brings divine palette to the rest of the eyes, from bright soulful greens to royalty purple hues.  

“I didn’t expect to see this.” My big mouth as always, vomiting offensive shit. I dart my eyes to catch an amused glance, at least he’s not offended. Plodding beside me, Zizwe’s body works on auto pilot as he reaches to take my hand. The touch sends a blaze of fire up my arm, he felt it too. The beam illuminating in his eyes attests to it. 

“I thought you would love it.” I do, no one has ever considered me in this manner before. 

“What’s the plan Hulk?” He studies me for a moment, his lips twitch up in a small smile at my question. 

“We can do whatever you want.” Wouldn’t he like to know what I want? Get your mind out of the gutters Bubu, your man whore days are over. You have rare gold standing before you. I grin and motion him to lead the way, hands entwined we begin our walk in the vineyards. 

I’m blabbering, pointing and touching whatever I can get my hands on. He’s beside me, quiet as an introvert and I know he’s not one. So forcing my mouth shut, I turn to wrap my arms around his waist. I love how he looks down at me with a furrowed brow, it’s the most, sexiest thing, makes my blood heat up. 

“Talk to me.” It might be too soon to think I have claim over him, I wouldn’t be the person I am if I wasn’t forward. The man is troubled about something and I’m here so, why not? 

“What about?” Like he doesn’t know. 

“Something is troubling you, I want to be there for you.” I can be cogent, Zizwe raises an eyebrow and runs his hand on the back of his neck. Hey, I know a nervous man when I see one. 

“You know this is serious, right?” I haven’t met a more, blunt person than Zizwe, he’s been forthcoming with his feelings from the moment our lips touched. “What I feel for you is real Bulelwa.” 

Okay, I guess we’re serious now. He better not propose, I don’t see myself as a husband. I’m too young to be tied down. 

“I know.” Love can’t be a beautiful thing if it has us agreeing to things we are not a hundred percent sure of. 

“If I ever do anything to break your trust, would you forgive me?” Betrayal and I do not see eye to eye, I don’t think I would forgive him. Love doesn’t betray, does it? 

Zizwe sighs anxiously, I’m taking too long to answer. I’m still trying to read his eyes and getting nothing but a darn headache that will have me crying on my mother’s lap later tonight.