BROKEN PIECES.

CHAPTER 47| AMARA

AMARA.

I slowly remove his arm around me and shift. He pulls me to his chest again and I sigh. I remove his arm again and I remove his arm again and quickly shift before he pulls me to him and refuses to let go. He mumbles something then lays on his stomach. I look at his perfect back and I just want to lick run my tongue all over his back. I get of the bed and my legs feels so stiff like I was in the gym for the first time. Well I was doing some lessons but they weren’t gym lessons. I go to the bathroom and sit down on the toilet bowl.
My pussy is sore and I’m afraid of peeing. I close my eyes then release my muscles and pee. It hurts for a while cause I’m sore. Kwame really fucked me last night. He didn't hold back this time. He made sure I know who Kwamw is and I loved it. I enjoyed each and every moment we made love to each other. I really love Kwame and the love I feel for him scares me cause there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this man. He is my everything. Everything I have ever wisher for to have in  a man who loves me. He is it and there will be no one else in my life other than him. He has trained me for any other man.
I wipe myself then flush the toilet. I wash my hands then fill the bathtub with water. I put in my oils and bath salts. I get in the bath and sigh. The warm water massages my sore muscles. I lose my eyes and keep thinking about the name he kept calling. Every time I would ask him about that name he would shut me up with a kiss and more strokes. I know one thing for sure though is that Kwame would never call another woman’s name while inside me. The only thing that makes sense to me now is that Amara Hadid is my name. He must have found out who I am and called me by my real name. My God. Has he found my family and found out what happened to me?. How I ended up at the orphanage and why I was hidden? Kwame has to tell me what he found out. I need to know.
I feel him walking in and standing at the door. I want to look back at him but something is preventing me and I don’t know why?. He sighs and walks in and goes to open the toilet seat. He pees then flushes the toilet. Our eyes connect as he looks at me. My eyes goes down to his dick and he is fully erect. He chuckles then walks in the shower opening the faucet. I sigh in disappointment cause I hope he would join me in the bathtub. I watch him as he showers. Washing every inch of his body then when he's done. He close the faucet and walks out. Still fully erect.
He walks towards me and gets in the bathtub with me. I make space for him as he sits down behind me. He pulls me to his chest and I lay my head on it. He takes the bathtub sponge and soap. Dip both in the water with his hands and begins to wash my body. I shift when I must and I let him wash me everywhere. When he's done he let’s the water out and she’s out of the bath first and I follow as he dries me with the towel. He wraps another towel around me and goes to clean the bath.
That wasn’t expected but I like it. I take my toothbrush and brush my teeth while he’s cleaning the bath. I don't know why he is silent. Does he think that maybe I am mad at him or something?. I look at him and he’s focusing on washing the bath. I finish brushing my teeth so I leave the bathroom and go to the closet. I lotion my body. Put a deodorant on and wear my underwear. My socks and some leggings and put on my t-shirt. He walks in and looks at me. He walks towards me and picks me up. He puts me on the counter then kisses me. I kiss him back and forget where I am. That always happens when I kiss him. Everything  else just disappears and it’s only m and him.
“ Good morning love.”
“ Good morning baby.”
“ Did you sleep well?” he asks me smirking. 
“ Well I didn’t get much sleep but the little sleep I got was good.” I tell him.
“ I couldn’t get enough of you last night. I wanted to lose myself in you and I did. Thank you love.”
“ I loved every moment of it.” He smiles.
“ I love you.”
“ I love you somebody's son.”
“ I want us to talk but we have unexpected guests and I don't  know when is my brother leaving with his wife.”
“Do they always travel with her assistant?”
“ khensani takes her everywhere she goes..”
“ Hmmm and she walks around wearing that around her husband?”
“ That I dint know cause it was my first time seeing her feeling that comfortable around my house.”
“ I don’t like that. She should stop.”
“ I out her in her place. She'll never do it again but if she does. You’ll out her in her place.”
“ This is your house Kwame.”
“ It might be my house but it is our home and you have a say in everything that happens here. You are the lady if the house. My bonnie to your Clyde.” I giggle
“ I love that.” I really do. “ What do you  want us to talk about?
“ You baby. I have found some information about you.” I nod.
“My real name is Amara Hadid isn't it?”
“ It is love. Is that why you sneaked out of bed?. You thought I was calling another woman's name?” He asks me chuckling.
“ I know you would never do that to me but I got emotional when I heard you say that name to me cause deep down I knew it was my name. No wonder why I always hated my name.”
“ Amara Hadid. It fits you perfectly. It is your name.”
“ I love it but how sure are you that it is my name?”
“ I will explain everything to you. I want us to go to your apartment so we can talk without anyone disturbing us.”
“ ok. Let me change then so we can go.”
“ We'll grab breakfast on the way. I  don't want you to cook.” He says and I nod.
As he’s putting lotion on. I change into my short summer dress. Brush my hair and put some jewelry on. I look at myself  in the mirror  and I feel good. He whistles and stands behind me. His hands move from my knees to under my dress. He grabs my ass cheeks and groans. He puts his lips on my ear and whispers.
“ How the hell am I going to drive with you wearing this short dress and wearing a thong love?”
“ You’ll drive just fine.”
“ I’m hard love.”
“ You’re always hard Kwame.” He chuckles.
“ Don’t worry. I wont touch you cause I know you’re sore. I was rough on you.”
“ I love all sides of you love. Even the rough ones.”
“ How did I get so lucky?” He says plunging his tongue in me.”
“ Kwame…..” Someone knocks on our bedroom door.
“ Fuck them!.” I giggle and move away from him. I leave the closet and close the door behind and walk towards the bedroom door. I pull it open and it's Majid.
“ Good morning Jabu. Sorry to wake you guys but you have guests in the living room.” He says.
“ Good morning. We’ll be right there thank you.” He nods. I close the door and Kwame walks out of the closet looking so fine. Damn this man is so handsome and I get to call him my man. Kwame is not my boyfriend but my man.
“ Who was that?”
“ Your brother. He says we have guests in the living room.”
“ Ok. Let's go and see who it is. I’m so hungry” He says.
“ That’s because you slept on an empty stomach.”
“ But we snacked last night"
“ That wasn’t food baby. I have to feed my man. I don’t want you going hungry while I’m here.”
“ You really love don’t you?”
“ More than you know.”
“ I am going to marry you Amara.” He says kissing my hand. I look at him and blush.
We descend the stairs and walk to the living room. When we emerge I see Thato's father with his uncle. Thaton has his head down as his father is saying something to him. Majid and his wife are also there and Khensani look's like she's  going to a photo shoot. They stand up when they see us walking in. I can feel Thato's eyes on my body as they move from my feet to my head and back down again. He’s making me feel a little uncomfortable. He’s looking at me like I’m a snack. His uncle nudges him and he looks away from me.
“ Le don. Le seul et unique père de King Don. Merci de nous avoir permis d'entrer dans vos locaux. J'aurais aimé que nous nous rencontrions dans des circonstances différentes, mais je suis là. ( The Don. The one and only King Don father. Thank you for allowing us to enter your premises. I wish we could have met under different  circumstances but here I am.)” Thato’s dad says greeting Kwame and they both shake hands with him. Thank God those French  Lessons paid off cause I was going to be lost right now. I need to get back to them.
The way Thato's dad greets Kwame you can tell that he has so much respect for him. Like he is somehow nervous meeting him. Who is Kwame exactly cause Thato's dad doesn’t look like someone who gets nervous in front of any man or woman.
“ Le don. Nous sommes entendus comme vous nous avez appelés. Merci de nous avoir appelés. ( The Don. We are hear as you have called for us. Thank you for calling us.)” Thato's uncle says.
“ You're welcome in my home Alarie. Both of you are. I’m sure you have met Jabu when she was with your son but now she’s my woman so introductions are not needed. Please sit down.” We sit and they sit down too. “ You know why you’re here and especially why your son is in my house as my uninvited guests.
“ We know. I was so shocked to hear from you cause I thought he was in the USA. You have been lying to me Raphael and your friends have been covering for you. What is wrong with you?”
“ Papa…”
“ Don’t talk. Did I not tell you to stay away from your mother's family and everything  they are doing?. Did I not tell you that they are going to use you to get anything  they want?”
“ You did Papa.”
“ Then how the hell do you allow yourself to be in this position  right now?”
“ They forced me. I thought that I would just come and talk to him then leave.”
“ Did I not tell you. Warn you that you must play very far away from this man?”
“ You did papa" Thato says looking at me. Kwame cocks his head and looks at me.
“ But you didn’t listen to me cause you did exactly what I told you not to do. You come into this mans house and you think you can take him on with your weak ass uncles?”
“ I’m sorry.”
“ He could have killed you the moment he allowed you to enter his premises. He would have sent your dead body to my house. Do you know who you’re fucking with?” Thato shakes his head looking at Kwame.
“ The only reason why I didn’t kill you is because of her. Not because she cares about you but she would have blamed herself and I didn’t want that. Its not .because I promised your father that I wont kill you no. I don’t owe your father a fucking thing. But he does. He owes me because I saved your life from those people you call family. Why don't you ask yourself why haven’t they come and tried to save you or send the police to check if you are still alive Thato?. Thato keeps quiet.
“ Its because they don’t care about you. They never did and they will  never will. They only want something  from you and they don’t care what happens to you. Your own mother even. She should have been here to see if her son is still alive.” His uncle points out.
“ South Africa is not a place for you Thato. You need to stay the fuck away from it. No matter what. Even if your whole maternal  family dies don't come back here cause they will destroy. It’s either you'll go to jail or you’ll end up dead and I hope it won’t be me cause I never want to see you South Africa. You have a little sister who loves you. Your father and uncle and your girlfriends too. Think about that.” Kwame says and his face is hard. He looks like he wants to beat some sense into Thatos head. I do too cause I warned him about his family and he didn’t listen to me. Thato nods.
“ We as the Alarie family are indebted to you. He now knows  that the people he thinks have the beat interest at her for him are not the ones he thought  but only us. I promise you that you and Jabu will never hear from Raphael ever again. As for coming back here again. That will never happen. Not as long as his uncle and I are alive. I promise you Don.” His father says.
“ Take your son and leave. I will be sending some documents to you when you have landed.” Kwame says standing up not smiling.
“ Thank you for keeping him here. Anytime you need anything from us please let me know. The Don. The one and only King Don. We are leaving now.” They shake hands. “ It was nice to see you again Jabu. You are in great hands. It’s a pity my son didn't realize what a treasure he had but I am happy to know that you are with a man who will love you and treat you they way a man threats a woman he loves.”
“ Thank you. Have a safe flight back home.” I say. His father and uncle nod.
“ Thank for keeping me here and treating me like your guests. I know I should have said no when they sent me but I chose to do what they wanted me to do. Please take good care of her. Give her the love, protection and respect she deserves. Give her the world and worship the ground she walks on. I failed to do that and I hope you won’t fail cause she loves you. She has never looked at me the way she looks at you. I wish you the best and Jabu. I will always love you.” He says and Kwame chuckles.
His father pulls him by his arm and Bab' Rocco walks them out. Khensani sighs and looks at me. She claps her hands twice then laughs looking at me. I don’t understand what is it that is amusing her.
“ What’s funny?” Majid asks her.
“ So you were with that boy before you were with Kwame or did you date them both at the same time?.”
“ Before.” I tell her.
“ How long was it before you two got together?”
“ It doesn’t matter.”
“ So you jumped right into it after you broke up with him?”
“ She didn’t cheat on anyone unlike you Khensani. Don’t bore me.” Kwame says. She keeps quiet and Majid smiles.
“ Stay out of Kwame's business.” Her husband tells her.
“ I was just asking.”
“ Get your wife in line brother. When are you leaving?”
“ In two days. I'm  sorry we didn’t call and tell you we are coming.  Is that okay with you?”
“ You know it is. How are you guys?”
“ We are good brother. And you?”
“ We are good too. This is Amara. The woman I have been telling you about.” Kwame says to his brother.
“ We have already met brother. She is as beautiful  as you said and even more.” He says.
“ I know. She's a one of a kind.”
“ I thought her name is Jabu?”
“ Her name is Amara Hadid.” He says looking at his brother and something passes between them.
“ I love Amara more than Jabu. Is that okay with you if I call you Amara?.” Khensani asks.
“ I would love that Khensani.” She gets and opens her arms. I'm still dealing with being comfortable with people wanting to touch and hug me. I stand up and accept her hug.
“ I’m a hugging person. I love hugs so expect lots of them from me.”  She says. “ you are beautiful Amara. Your name fits you perfectly.” She days smiling.
“ Yours too and you are a very beautiful Khensani.” She smiles and giggles.
“ We have to love you and leave you. Amara and I are going somewhere. We'll see you later.” Kwame says taking my hand.
“ But you haven’t had breakfast and Kiki cooked for us.” Khensani says.
“ We will have it on the way.”
“ Can you both please sit down cause we have something to talk to you about.”
“ Can it wait cause we really need to go?.”
“ No it can’t wait. It's important cause it's about you Amara.”
“ Me?”
“ Yes you. Please sit.” Kwame and I look at each other then we sit down. He threads outer hands.
“ Is something wrong?”
“ I don’t know if Kwame told you but I am a nurse. I used to work in Pretoria before I relocated to Cape Town. I wanted a change so I move there and worked at a hospital and that’s where I met my husband. I worked at this private hospital before I decided to move to a psychiatric hospital cause I felt like that’s where my passion is at or maybe you could say that I was following my husband cause he also works there. My husband usually comes to Pretoria where he used to work. At a psychiatric hospital. I think he will take it from here.”
“ I have been working at the Pretoria Psychiatric Hospital for 6 years before I relocated to Cape Town. Patients would come to me, they would get evaluated if they should be release back to their families, stay at the hospital indefinitely or if they  need more intense  counseling. I have cancelled my patients but some are hard to forget than others. And there’s one in particular that I will never forget.” He says and takes a deep breath.  
Kwame shifts and pulls me closer to him. I look at him and he kisses my cheek. More like comforting me and my heart begins to race cause I don’t know where this story is going.
“ who is that patient?.” He looks at Kwame and Kwame nods like he's  giving him permission to tell me..
“ I believe that person is your mother. I think she is cause you have the same features she has. When I walked in yesterday and saw you. I knew that she is your mother cause Kwame had told me about you growl up in am orphanage. I’m sure you saw me last might starring at you. It was like I was seeing her through you.” I take a deep breath and close my eyes.
“ How sure are you that she is my mother?”
“ I’m not a hundred percent sure but I can bet all money on her. That she is your mother.” I look at Kwame.
“ He is right love. She is your mother.” Wait. What?
“ You knew?”
“ I wasn’t sure but my brother just confirmed it for me. I discovered some papers yesterday and I was going to go tonthe hospital  to make sure if she really is your mother before I can tell you.”
“ Oh my God. How did she end up there?”
“ You’re aunt put her there.” What? My what? I look at all of them and I know they are not lying to me. My mother is alive?. My mother?. I have a mother?.
“ Take me to her to her now. I want to see her.”
“ You can’t love. If your aunt funds out and sees you. She will kill you and your mother.”
“ Why would she do that?”
“ Because she’s the reason why you ended up at the orphanage. That is what I wanted to tell you.”
Oh My God. This is not happening to me. Tell me I am not hearing what Kwame is telling me right now.