Her Silent Killer

Chapter 43

Me: "What are you going to do with Anga?"
Kumkani: "What do you mean?" I swallowed.
Me: "I think his family deserves to know that he's dead so that they can at least do a burial for him." He said nothing. We were on our way to my parents'. The time was 7pm. Luckily the wedding was going to start at 5pm so there still was time to relax a bit and get ready. I was still coming to terms with the fact that Anga was gone and what he had done and tried to do to me before the king sent him to meet his maker. When I had gone to the bathroom earlier on, I was shocked to see the state my neck was in. My wrist was no better but not as bad as my neck was. My parents were going to freak when they saw me. I was hoping that the marks and bruises could be hidden by applying foundation or else I was going to be in trouble. Just imagine walking down the aisle with strangulation marks. People would talk. They would think all sorts of things. That the king was abusing me. For now I was wearing one of the king's jackets. At least zipping it all the way to the top helped to hide my neck. The king wasn't happy. He has been making remarks about how he should've made Anga suffer before he killed him. If it went by him, I swear the king would've resurrected Anga and killed him again the way he really wanted to. My man was frightening bethu.

When we arrived, my parents were waiting at the gate for us. My mother had pulled me in her arms crying as my father patted my head. No matter how many times I reassured my mother that I was fine she was having none of it. She even wanted to postpone the wedding. When she had said that, the king had tensed next to me. With the help of my father, we convinced her otherwise. After the king left I found out that my parents hadn't told the family and my friends about me being kidnapped. They just said I had gone to the king's place. When I had entered my bedroom, my friends and a few of my cousins were there waiting for me. They teased me nonstop about how I was a bad bitch. Apparently to them, the king and I had boned the whole night long. Haaa! If they only knew. But I had blushed and giggled because with all that they were saying I couldn't help but to wonder about our wedding night with the king. Were we going to do the deed? Was I ready? My mind screamed no while my body screamed yes.
Esihle: "Anyway, what's the name of your husband to be? On the wedding invitation it's only written Parkinson which is weird." Esihle was one of my cousins from my father's side of the family. She was the same age as me. I wouldn't say we were close but we got along to a certain degree. We had written Parkinson on the wedding invitation because that's what the king had said we must write.
Me: "Lwando."
Esihle: "Lwando?" I nodded... "then why wasn't it written there on the invitation?"
Me: "Just." I shrugged.
Esihle: "Just?" I nodded.
Me: "What does it matter to you anyway?" She laughed.
Esihle: "No it's just weird that it's only written Parkinson and not his full name, that's all. No need to get pissy with me."
Me: "Pissy?" I laughed... "girl I wasn't being pissy at all. I'm just trying to get how, what is written on the invitation, is any of your business?" She had nothing to say to that. Her left eye just twitched. After a long pause of awkward silence, Kamo decided to break it by asking if we were going to go the reception venue to polish our dance moves for this evening.

Time for us to set out for church was nearing and I was still busy getting ready. I will admit that I had relaxed too much thinking that because the service started at 5pm that I still had a lot of time to get ready but I had been wrong. My friends were all ready at least so it was just me, the bride. The house was buzzing as people walked in and out of the room. And I was a ball of nerves and excitement. I was really getting married bethu. In a few hours I was going to be the king's wife. Mrs. Parkinson. Even now it still seemed like a dream. Before the make up artist had arrived, I had already covered my bruised up neck with foundation and luckily she didn't ask any questions as to why. Isiqhamo and Chrissy were here. Chrissy was looking all adorable in her outfit and when I had told her that she was like "Thank you Scary Princess" making me laugh. I was never going to live that down, was I? I don't know if I had told you guys that she was going to be my flower girl. If I hadn't, I'm sorry. After my make up, I was helped into my dress and shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn't help but to be emotional together with everybody else who was in the room with me. I looked splendid bethu. As we went to get into the cars that were waiting outside for us, people ululated and sang all around me. I felt so overwhelmed like I was going to faint.