UNCOVERING SKELETONS

Chapter 11(Musa's POV)

3 months later

Yanda was now visibly pregnant, and my father was becoming more and more restless. Thandeka and Nkosana were still nowhere to be found and I was getting frustrated with how everything had just come to a standstill. Yanda was clearly deeply in love with me making my job easier I suppose but she would still get whats coming to her. My boys lived with us and that may have been a mistake on my part because they adored her. It pained me that I would have to kill their mother on sight and now I was also going to take away this woman who clearly loved my boys like they were her own in a few months. The thing with Yanda was still so confusing for me, I did not understand why my father wanted her dead so urgently when she had been nothing but good to me since the very first day I met her. She even confessed being related to that witch Thandeka which just goes to show how honest and loyal she is to me. We were happy for the most part, on the outside we were seemingly a picture-perfect family and it hurt me that this wouldnt last.

***Phone call***

Musa: Its not like Im handing out sweets to toddlers here. Lo muntu mudala and inqgondo iphelele (this person is grown with a fully functional brain). I can not just do as I please.

Voice: Musa you have been a disappointment your entire life, the least you can do now is deliver. How hard can it be? Hhayi musa ukunginyanyisa wena (dont irritate me)!

Musa: If it is so easy woza uzozenzela, angisebenzi kuwe mina. Nam nginempilo nomndeni ekumele ngiwunakekele (come do it yourself, I have a life of my own and a family to look after).

Voice: Lalela la wena (listen here you)

Musa: Eyy eyy khawume. Ngizobuye ngikuthinte anginaso iskhathi Salento mina manje.

(YANDAS POV)

I woke up to the sound of Musas voice, he seemed to be arguing with someone which is odd because I have never even heard him raise his voice. Musa has always been a calm and collected man in every situation. I wonder what had gotten him so upset. I lifted myself from the bed which was becoming more and more of a challenge as the days went by, I was expecting twins but hadnt told Musa yet. He has been under so much of stress lately and I have been waiting for the perfect moment to break the news to him.

Me: So much noise so early in the morning. Who has gotten you so angry?

Musa: It was just business.

Me: Musa Im not a child clearly there was more to that conversation than just business. What is going on?

Musa: I said it was business.

Me: So why did you hang up so quickly and what is it that you are dealing with exactly?

Musa: What is this? An interrogation room? Haisuka mahn Yanda! Let this be the last time you eavesdrop and question my phone calls or any other conversation for that matter!

He said all while shaving pinned me to the wall on choke hold. He then walked out and slammed the door behind him. That was strange. Why so much drama over a so-called business call. Was this really the man I was in love with? Maybe he was just in a bad mood, that phone call sounded tense. Have I really become that girl? Defending a man clearly showing signs of abuse. No, it was the phone call. Musa is a sweet man; he would never hurt me. He returned moments later unphased by his behaviour and without so much as an apology.

Musa: Get dressed, Im going to drop you off at Iviwes, Ive already spoken to her. Business is about o be hectic and I cant have you alone in the house not with Thandeka still out there. Im taking the boys to my parents.

To say I was confused would be an understatement. Musa and I were to get married soon and I was pregnant with his seed. It made no sense for me not to go to his parents with the boys. I wanted to ask him, but I knew better than to ask anymore questions while he was in this mood. The man was strangling me just moments before and I was still recovering from that shock. The drive to Iviwes was a long one, no one said anything to the other and the boys could clearly feel the tension too as they stayed fixated on their iPads. When we arrived, he gave me a quick peck on the lips after helping me with my bags. I looked up to the apartment and saw Vee standing by the window. Oh dear, here we go.

The minute Musas car turned the corner I heard gunshots. 3 fires. And I couldnt tell who had been shooting and at who, I looked up to the window and saw the horror on Vees face as she frantically dialled on her phone then suddenly, I felt a piercing pain on my mid-section before losing balance and falling to the ground. It was me; I had been shot. The pain started to become unbearable when I heard Musas voice begging me to stay awake while Vees screams echoed from the background. Was the world moving in slow motion or was I moving closer to my death. I began to feel cold; the blood was wet on my clothes and the cold wind was blowing on me. I tried opening my eyes long enough to see Vee standing with the boys trying to calm them from this traumatic experience but then they shut because they were too heavy. Musas voice kept ringing in my ears begging me to keep my eyes open, but it was just so difficult. I tried peeling them open and our eyes immediately locked, his were full of tears and pain. I wanted to take his pain away it hurt me to see him like this.

Me: Its twins my loveourourbabywe are having two. And I promise that we will all be one big hapfamilyI love y

I couldnt hold on any longer, my sentence was interrupted by a sudden wave of blackness and the last thing I heard were the sounds of sirens as my body went limb in Musas hands