Her Silent Killer

Chapter 38

Dr. Nongogo: "Let me meet your fiancé." She said suddenly. Our session was about to come to an end.
Me: "What? Why?" I asked sitting forward on the couch.
Dr. Nongogo: "Just."
Me: "Just what?"
Dr. Nongogo: "There's nothing else beyond that Precious. I just want to meet with him."
Me: "That doesn't make sense." She smiled.
Dr. Nongogo: "In our next session, come with him please."
Me: "That won't be possible."
Dr. Nongogo: "Why not?"
Me: "He's away...on business." That's one way of putting it. I couldn't say he had gone on a killing spree could I?
Dr. Nongogo: "When will he be back?"
Me: "A month from now." She hummed nodding her head.
Dr. Nongogo: "He's a busy person, I see. Then when he's back, tell him I want to see him." What did this woman want with the king bethuna?

Speaking of the king, he left early on this morning. And already I was aching inside from missing him. Before he had left though, he transferred a shit ton of money into my account saying that I should use it for the wedding. I wasn't even going to tell you guys how much it was. All that you needed to know was that it was a lot of money. And I meant, a lot lot. Like a lot. Like a lot lot lot. Okay okay, we heard you. When I told him that the money was too much, he said I should keep the rest and use it as I wished. Can you just imagine? When I had told my mother about the money, she was beside herself with shock. She called the king trying to get him to reverse the money since she said that it wasn't right having him to pay for everything for the wedding. But the king, of course, refused her. My mother has been in stress ever since, raving on and on about how stubborn the king was. It was funny actually. My mother had met her match bethu. She tried to have my father talk to him but my father said he wasn't going to get involved and that we should just let the king pay for the wedding if he wanted to making my mother even more stressed and pissed off at him.

Today was the day I would be meeting up with my friends. It was a Saturday. It's been 3 days since the king has left. Yes, I was counting. Zack was driving me to where my friends and I had agreed would be a good place for our meet up. To be honest, I had to convince myself to go many times since waking up this morning. I really wasn't in the mood. I woke up today feeling like I could stay curled up in my bed with the curtains drawn and be left alone. But I decided not to do that since it would make me even more depressed, so as hard as I could, I pushed myself to get out of bed. Yeah. I was having one of those days bethu. I called them 'dark days' and I hated them to the core. On days like this, everything felt like a chore. My body and spirit felt heavy and low. Even breathing was tiring. No lies. I had my head against the window as we passed by the other cars on the road. I groaned and sighed tiredly closing my eyes.
Zack: "Are you okay ma'am?" Yes, Zack still called me ma'am even though I told him ample times to call me by either of my names. I just hummed in response... "are you sure? Don't you want me to turn back and take you home?" I lifted my head taking a deep breath.
Me: "I'm fine Zack. Just having one of those days. Don't worry." He was looking at me through the rear view mirror frowning. He was worried for me. Besides my father and the king, Zack was another male I would say I trusted and felt comfortable to be around with. I don't know why. Maybe it was because the king trusted him to chauffeur me around. If the king trusted him, I trusted him because I trusted the king. Haha! Don't know if my logic made sense to you guys but yeah... "don't worry Zack. Really. I'll be fine by the time we get where we're going." He sighed and focused on the road but the frown didn't leave his face completely... "do you have water?" He tapped the glove compartment next to him and I opened it and took the bottle of water and drank... "thank you Zack." The water I just drank did little to refresh me. Come on Khazimle, you can overcome this state of darkness. You can't meet your friends like this, can you? Or do you want them to pity you? You don't, do you? I conditioned myself to be okay and put on my mask. It has been long time since I've had to put on this mask. This was a mask I had always worn in front of my friends and other people  all those years ago when I would be having days like these. On the outside I looked fine like nothing was amiss with me  when in actual fact I was in pain and suffering on the inside.