Simbongile Princess Ntabeni: The Called

Chapter Six

SIMBONGILE PRINCESS NTABENI

Achuma came running to me, I stopped because he was Siya's friend so obviously he wanted to either ask or tell me something connected to Siya.

"Hey Sim, when last did you speak to Siya?" he asked, almost out of breath.

"Uhm, I don't know, why do you ask?"
"He was called by the principal fifteen minutes ago and he hasn't returned,"
I didn't need him to say anything else, I turned and walked back towards the head office only to bump on Junior walking out with a smirk all over his face.

"I thought you'd be walking out of that office with your head between your knees," I teased.

"I left him with his head between the knees," he chuckled, but I could tell he was serious.

"Why did he call you?"
"He wanted to tone down my cool, apparently I was disrespectful that day, and I have an attitude,"

"Oh, so how's he planning on toning down your cool?"
"He has chores for me to do with Ranky!"

I burst into laughter, I couldn't see Siya working peacefully with Ranky, not by a chance. Why would Mr. Moodley even consider that? He clearly didn't know Siya and he didn't know my mother. We walked back to our respective classes, and I didn't see him after school because I had other plans. Qhamani and I got into a taxi and went to town, I texted mom once again so that she doesn't expect to see me when she fetches everyone else and then she called,

"Oh God," I sighed.

"What?" Qhamani asked, looking at my phone.

"Mom is calling, I only texted so she could be aware that I won't be waiting for her,"

"Phendula kaloku"

I gave him a death stare and ignored the phone.

Once we got off the taxi I called mom back, it's always better uphoxwa ungekho phambi kwabantu.

"Sim?"

"Moms, I was in a taxi, sorry I couldn't answer your call" I nervously answered.

"Oh, I just wanted to find out what time I should expect you home, your dad is picking up the others,"
"Wait, dad's picking up oo Junior?"
"Yup, I'm held up in a meeting out of town,"

"Did you tell him andikho? Like, is he aware?" I was panicking. Dad might have been out of the country for a while but he was still dad.

"Yes he is aware, but he asked what time you'll be home and I didn't know. Hence I'm calling to find out,"
"I'll be home before 5 mama,"

"Okay, enjoy."

"Thanks, bye."

I hung up and exhaled, it felt like I hadn't been breathing for the duration of that call.

Qhamani held my hand as we stepped in kwa Wimpy, it was an ice cream date after all

******

MASIXOLE NGQOTYANA

We lay together, listening to the silence.

I knew she was listening to my heartbeat, she always did that, apparently it soothed her.

"I love you," I said as I kissed the side of her forehead not really expecting a reply. She cuddled up on me, her leg going over my lower body. I pulled the covers and allowed her to rest. It was never really easy being an independent (stubborn) woman especially in the male infested industry, but I've had to be her support system for the past five years because she wouldn't back down. I remember when she came to my office to tell me that she was on the verge of losing everything, it was right after Bonga decided to move. She thought she wouldn't survive and she didn't want to be honest to the kids...

"Okay, what do you need to do? Just to keep you afloat," I had asked offering her a glass of wine.

"I need to sell everything, and maybe start over?"

"Why don't you sell everything besides the hotel? Then use that money to pay your debts, refurbish the hotel and then keep some for the kids?"
"There's no keeping some, if I am able to sell anything then I'm pretty sure lomali will go straight to my debts," she responded in a very low and sad tone. I hated that she didn't speak to me sooner, maybe we could have done something before she went bankrupt.

"Stop stressing yourself, I spoke to my dad already... we'll work something out," she said after a long moment of silence.

"I am your boyfriend, I'm supposed to help you with these things. What will your father think of me xa uzocela uncedwa nguye ndikhona?" I asked, she didn't respond, "Are the kids aware of what's happening?" I asked again and she shook her head.

"So what are you going to tell them when it gets to them having to change schools?" I asked, yet again not really getting her mindset in the whole situation.

"Baby please... I don't have anything figured out yet, I just spoke to my dad about it because he was the first person I thought of. You're obviously the second person who knows about this... I do not have a master plan!"
"Okay, fine, so what do you want me to do? Ufuna ndenzeni Sibongile?" I asked out of frustration.
"Right now? I just wanna have sex, can you give me that?"
I looked at her, shocked by her response.

She put her glass down, pushed her chair backwards and supported her body with the palms of her hands as she slid up my own body. I was sitting on the desk, one leg dangling in the air.

"Care to lock the door? Please?" she whispered, her lips teasing mine, biting onto them softly. After a second of being in trans, I cleared my throat feeling the bulge in my trousers reacting to the sudden change of atmosphere. She took two steps backwards, allowing me enough space to get off the desk and take those four long strides to the door. As I returned back to where I had left her, she was already in her underwear, closing the blinds. I chuckled at how much carefree she had become in my presence, she had a black lace thong and a blue t-shirt bra. In the early stages of our relationship she was so focused on being "perfect" that I had to sit her and unteach her a lot of things. I didn't care about matching underwear, my interest wasn't in the underwear but in what's covered by it. I didn't care about heels, my interest was her being comfortable during our date. I didn't care about anything but her...

"If we get caught, I'm blaming you," I said grabbing her waist from behind. She giggled, I kissed her from the shoulder up to the crook of her neck before snapping her bra off.

"If we get caught? You're the boss, unless you have an office girlfriend that you forgot to mention ke bhuti," she teased, pushing her behind right onto my crotch. I pushed her upper body onto the desk, exposing her behind to myself and then I went down on my knees. One finger moved the thong out of the way, while the other hand secured both her hands onto her waist, her face on the desk. I licked her warmth, feeling her shudder at the mere touch of my wet tongue, and then I went all in, dropping her wrists and using both my hands to spread her cheeks.

"Oooh baby..."

Her voice, airy and almost a whisper. I parted her legs and watched her hands finding balance on the edges of the desk and then I dived in, eating her from behind. Her moans, and subtle ass pushes were motivation enough, but I knew it was only a matter of time before someone came knocking on my door so I got up, dropping my jeans on my way up. She quickly turned around, grabbed my neck and smashed her lips onto mine, her hands already tearing my shirt off my body.