Classic Love Story

CHAPTER 15

“Bhekamafa Mkhwanazi. That’s the man who put a hit on the king’s head.” Libongwe said without both of us knowing that Zenzo was listening.

“YOU FOUND THE PEOPLE WHO MURDERED MY FATHER?” he asked, more like shouted which made us jump up. He walked in the kitchen and looked at me. Libongwe quickly walked out. “You found the people who murdered my father and you didn’t bother to say anything to me? You kept me in the dark. Why?” I cleared my throat and took off my specs.

“My guards only found the hitmen. It was only now that I found out who ordered the hit. I swear I didn’t know.” I answered trying so hard to stay brave but I was a little scared because I had never seen him like this.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you were looking for the culprits?”

“For the same reaction that I am receiving now. You are grieving. You lost your father a week ago. You still need to wrap your head around the fact that you are the head of the family now and the future king. If you were busy going up and down trying to find the murders everything would’ve been upside down. I am here for you. I told you from the beginning that I am here to help.”

“I am going to kill him. I am going to fuckin murder him for taking my father away.” he was breathing fire. I am sure if paper was near him, it would’ve caught flame.

“You don’t have to do that. He is expecting you to react that way. Libongwe has enough evidence that will put him behind bars. You need to get him arrested. Maybe after a few months or after your coronation, you can kill him. Surprise him. Now he is ready for you to strike and avenge your father. Prove him wrong. Prove to him and the whole nation that you are a noble future king who is worthy of the throne. Prove your father right.”

He slid down to the floor and started weeping. You could see that there was so much on his shoulders and he was failing to carry the burden on his own. I kneeled before him and hugged him. He cried for so long. He was letting go of all the pain, grief and anger inside of him. I was just there as his comforter. Unspoken words were exchanged. When I got tired of kneeling, I sat next to him and placed his head on my lap. He had stopped crying but only sniffs were heard.

“I am not much of a good singer, you know that but
‘Mawubuka emehlweni ami,
Kugcwele uthando.
Nhliziyo ayisakwazi nokuzibamba.
Indlela engizizwa ngayo, ngawe Dali.
Ngicela wazi ukuthi ow ngiyakuthanda.’ Well you didn’t ask a singer out. So you get what you asked for.” He chuckled and sat up.

“Don’t ever attempt to sing, ever again MaZulu. Wow. You would make a person laugh even on their death bed.” I pouted.
“Ungrateful man. Utterly ungrateful. I am done with you.” I attempted to stand up and he quickly pulled me down giggling.

“I am sorry love but your voice is so horrible. You sounded like a goat being slaughtered.” I huffed and he chuckled. “I am not going to apologize for stating the obvious. I am just happy that you managed to bring me down and cheer me up in a few minutes.” I laughed and he chuckled.

“We should get up from this floor. My nonexistent butt is getting sore.” He laughed.

We stood up and I made us both a cup of coffee. I then served him some ginger biscuits which were his favourite biscuits by the way. It’s rare to see a man having favourite things when it comes to sweet things or baked goods but my man loved ginger biscuits while I loved choc chip cookies.

“Can I have a taste?” he asked with a silly smile. I just rolled my eyes and handed him one of my cookies. He took a bite. “Tastes so good but not as good as the actually cookie.” He gave me a crooked smile.

“Gosh you are the horniest human being I have ever met. Mourning involves not fantasizing about sex.”
“Well where is the fun in that?”
“I give up with you.” he laughed.
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My parents persuaded me to stay until the twins turned a month before I could go back to my house. It would’ve been better if it was my dad because I always get what I want. But this time around he just sent his wives and there was no way I could resist the power of the Fantastic Five. I only met up with Zenzo in his house at uLundi whenever I wasn’t crowded by the FF or my younger siblings who decided it would be better to take a leave from ‘crèche’ to spend time with me.

My younger siblings and I boarded dad’s private jet to Ecuador. It was their second time going there and the excitement was on another level this time. Main reason for that was that there would be no parents guarding them except for 3 personal maids.

We got to my house and I allocated the older 3 in one bedroom, the younger boys in one and the younger girls in one bedroom. They said they would share, so they were going to share. Dad gave me so much money for groceries, you would swear they were going to be staying for the whole year.

“When are we going to buy food?” Ndabezinhle asked as she was barging in to my room. Gosh I had to bod goodbye to privacy for the duration of their stay.
“Aren’t you jet lag?”
“What is that?”
“Aren’t you tired from the flight?”

“I am fine. So can we go now?” gosh my sister was such a diva. I huffed.
“Wait for me in the lounge and tell those who are willing to go to the mall that we will be leaving in 10 minutes.” She happily hopped out of my room. Was this how having kids felt like? Then I am in no rush to having them.

I first called my parents and let them know that we arrived safely. I then called my boyfriend who wasn’t happy about my siblings being there because it meant he couldn’t visit me. But it was a good thing because it would give him time to actually pay attention to his family and the kingdom.

His uncle, the one who killed his father, was found guilty and sentenced to life imprisonment. Zenzo said he would only take real care of him after our wedding. His other uncle, the one at the hospital, had woken up but was not using a wheelchair.

Anyways I freshen up and wore a t-shirt dress with sneakers and a bucket hat. I took my bag and headed out. I found all of them waiting for me. Don’t these kids get tired?

“Okay guys. I need you to behave at the mall and don’t go around snooping. Don’t give your guards trouble. This is a foreign country and you could just get kidnapped within a blink of an eye. So stay close, okay?”

“YES SISTER!” they all responded. Gosh I was already coming down with a headache.

We went to the mall where we shopped for groceries, for baked goods and a few clothes. We then went to watch a movie. After that we went to eat dinner at a restaurant. The manners my siblings had were impeccable. I mean they could be noisy and all, but table manners dude, they excelled in those. When we were done eating, we headed back to my place. They all showered and went straight to bed because of the fatigue. I also went to bed.
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