Simbongile Princess Ntabeni: The Called

Chapter Eighty-Three

-Masixole Ngqotyana-

The whole set-up was strategic, I mean, my secret of being awake. I was set up in a ward with people who were said to have minor amnesia but were also recovering from car accidents. One of them was actually transferred to a mental hospital after her wounds healed because she had mild depression and not amnesia.

I didn't have to worry about any of them telling anyone that I was actually awake, and my doctor seemed to enjoy the night shift because that's when I got to see her the most. During the day, Dr. Chivoro and another male one were always available. I didn't mind though. The fewer the people who knew about the "secret", the better.

I lay there, with my eyes closed. It was a bit early for mom, but the scent that suddenly filled the room was familiar. At least the accident didn't mess with my senses. The intruder pulled the chair and sat very close to me and her scent killed every atom of disappointment and doubt I may have had about us, about her. Every atom that was planted by doctor Sweritch that night... it all faded just by breathing in her scent.

"Hey baby... I miss you, the kids miss you"

I could clearly hear the crack in her voice and the exhaustion that she breathed with every breath she took. If only I could hug her. She sounded like she could do with a hug if only I could just hug her.

"I'm sorry I didn't come back after the first visit. Ndaye ndabanjwa, Bonga, and my dad opened a case against me for hitting u Imi. I didn't just hit her ke baby, she hit u Siya nge glass so I went there to defend umntanam and things got out of hand."

I wanted to laugh at the explanation, because she just had to explain why she hit Imi, or else I would think ebekhweletela u Bonga? Okay. But then, why the hell would u Bonga get her arrested? A whole mother of four kids? Umama wabantwana bakhe? Kanti lenja itshaya ntoni?

"Okay, let me not bore you with the gory details. Ndiphume Saturday, today is Monday. I thought I should just come and check up on you, yho ndiyakukhumbula shame it's not even funny."

My heart danced.

It wasn't dancing because she came to see me immediately after being released, no, it was dancing because she got released. She didn't just come to visit me from the prison cell accompanied by police vans, no... she was back home, with the kids. Nothing else mattered, even if she had called to say she's back home with her kids, I would have been happy. But, who was she going to call?

"If I didn't have abantwana I swear I would relocate right now, just to see you every day... well, I know that wouldn't be easy since I got banned by your family from seeing you. Ukuba banongena apha kungaliwa, and I don't want that. I don't have the strength to fight anymore, I just want peace. I know this may sound selfish since you're here but I need a vacation. With you ke futhi."

So Xola wasn't lying when he said oo sisi bakhe banned my fiancé from visiting me.

Even mom, she wasn't hallucinating when she said she suspected that those two were up to no good, now all I had to do was work out a plan to destroy their plans of greed even before they hatched. Who gave them the right to ban umntu wam from seeing me? Who did they think they were? Even if undithakathile as I heard them say, it was still not their right to decide on my behalf what was good and what wasn't good for me. What if nam ndiyafuna uthakathwa nguye? Huh? What if kwatsho mna ukuba makandithakathe?

"I miss being babied, I miss you Masixole haibo! Please wake up, if not for yourself ke for me, I need you to wake up. Nothing makes sense anymore, I've been feeling empty for the past three weeks now, I need you to at least wake up. If you can't walk we'll go to physio together, if your speech is affected, I'll take you to speech therapy. I promise. I promise I'll do anything and everything that you need to do, with you. Even if that means uzoyohlala kwam so that I can take care of you twenty-four-seven... I just need you to wake up, ndiyakucela."

She was now crying, that broke my heart.

I missed her so much, heck, she was the first person I wanted to see when I came to. I missed her so much my heart ached. She lay her head on my arm, I felt her tears trickling around it, towards the sheets. My strong woman wasn't so strong anymore, she was worn out. I could tell even from her voice that she was tired, famished.

"Oh mntanam"

She probably jumped off the chair, I was startled by the sound of the chair as it screeched backward.

That was my mother, I didn't need to worry, seeing that they had met each other already. I tried to listen to the conversation, but I couldn't hear anything, instead, I heard muffled cries. Someone was crying, I just wasn't sure which one of them. Obviously, it could have been Sibongile because she was crying a second ago. But, it could have also been my mom, seeing someone else cry always made her teary.

"Sukhala kangaka, uzobhitya, uyazibona wehlile kunangokuya ubulapha?" okay that was mom, meaning umntu wam was crying.

"I miss him so much..." she responded, sounding as though uthethela etotini. That broke me even more.

"He is better, the doctors confirmed that he is out of danger. All we can do is pray for him. Ufike nini?" mom asked, taking my hand as she sat where Sibongile once sat.

"This morning ma, and I'm leaving again kwanamhlanje. My flight is at 3."

"Azivalwanga kanti izikolo? Kutheni ungezanga nabantwana?"

Kanti how long was I in the hospital?

Sekuvalwe nezikolo?

"Abavalanga mama, with everything that's happening in the country, they are behind with their school work. And I didn't want to bring aba bancinci again, andifuni kubakhathaza. Undi keeps on asking for his Pumpkin and I don't know what to tell him anymore... he doesn't understand."

I wished she had brought Undiphile though, I missed him.

"Well, masithandaze sihambe siyotya ibreakfast. You must be hungry."

I kind of felt jealous that they were going out without me, but a part of me was very happy to hear umama embracing my love. They were the only two women who mattered in my life, I needed them to get along. Each took hold of my hand, and they prayed. Well, umama prayed. Sibongile only joined in a few seconds later. When they were done, each kissed my cheek bandishiya and went to have fun together. My heart was rejoicing, at least I wasn't going to wake up from my "coma" and cut off the whole family, just the two evil Cinderella sisters.

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[I am pretty sure you now know that this is a POV adapted from Chapter 70, right? Great!]