Our Son: A Love So Deep.

Our Son (Part 32)

🖤 32

**Mmelokuhle**

I have no idea why I almost broke down like that with Mbali. She has always been a good listener and things between us were perfect till she cheated and broke the trust I had. This day is taking too long.
I’m leaning at the door looking at my son busy joking around with his teacher.

“Your Highness is everything okay?” I smile and nod.

I’m still not used to how they address me and sometimes it’s kinda weird for me.

“Carry on don’t mind me. I just came to check if he is fine.” 

“Dad why am I here today. It’s Sunday.” He complains. I make my way inside and kneel before him so we are level headed.

“Lwandlelwethu you are here today because you haven’t been studying and you need to catch up. Remember you asked me if you can go back to school.” He nods.

“So they can only accept you back if they are sure you will easily catch up with them. You must study hard then.”

“Okay I will.” That was very easy. I must say I am getting use to this.

“Okay I will see you later then.” We fist bump before I place a kiss on his forehead. He hates its but I will stop doing it when he turns 40.

When I get to my room my wife isn’t here. I panic and dial Lindiwe.

“Where is she?”

“Nkazimulo took her your Highness.” She says and I hand up feeling a bit relieved.
I need to see my grandmother right now to lift up my mood. Nkazimulo and I arrive at the same time.

“Where is Nompumelelo? Lindiwe said she was with you.”

“Your grandmother asked for some privacy with he-...”He stops talking when we hear my grandmother crying and we quickly make our way inside.

“What the hell are you doing to my grandmother?” I scream at her. My grandmother is busy shouting my grandfather’s name.

“Nompumelelo what’s going on here? Why is she crying?” 

“You need to stop shouting at me Bukhosi. How am I suppose to tell you what happened if ubusy ung'rhasela.” This woman. She looks like she is in pain.

“Mmelokuhle please calm down.” I ignore Nkazimulo and move closer to them. They way my grandmother is holding on to my wife’s hand she might bruise after this.

“Gogo calm down please...” She says to her.

“He was here. He was here. Ungishiyile futhi...” She sobs.

“Who was here?” 

“Your grandfather or Ngobese angazi.” Nompumelelo says.

“Sibongiseni.... I need to go to him.” She repeats that again and again until Doctor Black walks in to sedate her and she passes out immediately. 

“What the hell happen here?” She rolls her eyes and walks out.

“Good luck with this one I think you have met your match.” Nkazimulo says and chuckles.
I don’t believe I have met my match with her. I have never met someone who is stubborn as her and it’s only been a day since she woke up from the dead but I think she is worse than when we first met. I find her outside leaning against the wall busy rubbing her left hand.

“Is it painful?”

“Bukhosi I really do not appreciate being screamed at without you knowing the facts. Normal people usually ask before they react.” Her voice is calm yet so firm. Okay I have met my match.