Our Son: A Love So Deep.

Our Son (Part 49)

🖤49

*Nompumelelo*

His been gone for too long now. My mind is busy running around and creating scenes I would never wish to anyone even on my worst enemy. What if he took my son to go and kill him somewhere, what if Mmelokuhle doesn’t find our son in time…ohhh God what if he doesn’t make it. What if my son dies? So many ‘What if’s’. Mbuso really changed he is not the man I fell in love with. This man who was standing in front of me licking my face is someone I don’t know and also someone I do not wish to get to know ever again.

I hate him.

“Dear God I come to you with a heavy heart. A heart that is burdened by the heaviness of things that I can't control or I may not understand right now. I put my trust in knowing that you will take care of my family should something happen to me today. Free my husband from any grief should I die today. Let him find our son in peace and maybe love again should something happen to me. Protect them for me. Free my mother’s heart and heal my father when I leave this place. All this that is happening overwhelms me. May l continue to seek you no matter what Storms I'm going through. Be my peace. I pray. Amen!” 

This has been a prayer that has been stuck in my head. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going but I have put all my faith to the man upstairs and the Mngomezulu ancestors even though I feel like they have already turned their backs on me. I mean how can they show me everything else besides this…couldn’t they see this one coming to create havoc for their son? They always warn me of this things but not this. Am I right to be angry at them for this? Should I hate Lefty for being my guard? For failing to protect me. Do I have that right?

There’s movement and noise outside this room making my heart skip a beat. It sounds like they are fighting. I scramble to get up from the floor and pull the blanket that was covering my son to make myself look decent I can’t have him see me like this… he doesn’t deserve to see me like this only my husband has that right to see me like this… vulnerable… only my Mmelokuhle can see the true me inside out he earned that right when he married me without my consent.

My life is mess just yesterday I lost a child and today I don’t even know if the one alive is still breathing. The door opens and Mbuso and X walks in shouting at each other. I tighten the blanket. My whole body is in pains. I can’t even ignore the pain in my abdomen everything aches nje.

“All of this for this bitch!” He seethes.

“X man come on! I have everything under control relax.” Mbuso says unbothered but the look on his face tells a different story, his unsure of himself. Something is wrong.

“Under control? Under control? Your face is all over the place! All over the news! Why didn’t you tell us that this bitch is connected to the royals heh? Aai Man! Why did you take that brat there? Now you have compromised all of us because of your recklessness. What did she promise you heh?” He asks him then points at me.

Mbuso walks up to me and I move backwards till my back is against the wall. My face is swollen and my left eye completely shut now.

“Your boyfriend found me. We need to move now.” He says and I nod my head.

“But not after we make that baby you promised to give me. Remember your promise? Your idiot found his son unharmed and still breathing, so I want mine too.” I gulp and get frightened immediately and also worried with might happen.