#12 - Please hold me.
I'll be working from home for this whole entire week because of the heavy rains this whole week so it'll be impossible to drive plus my eyesight isn't so great in this kind of weather. I take a hot shower , I get dressed in my fleece tracksuit , socks and I grab my laptop bag and throw then go settle in the lounge. It's raining cats and dogs outside plus it's very chilly. I make a cup of hot chocolate and a plate of cookies then start working. A hard knock erupts
Me : "Don't break my door!" I shout because the knock is hard and persistent. I open and it's Kabelo , he's wearing shorts and a vest and he's shivering. I open the door wide for him to enter , he enters and goes straight to the lounge. I find him shivering , sitting on my couch.
Me : "GET OFF OF MY DAMN COUCH!" He stands up fast.
Kabelo : "I'm sorry."
Me : "Just go down the passage and the door on your left is the bathroom , use it and take a hot shower ; there is a gown somewhere wear it." He nods and goes. I go get a big towel from the laundry room and place it on the now wet couch that he sat on.
Kabelo : "I'm done." That was fast.
Me : "uhm wow! Make yourself a cup of coffee or something , I'm quite busy here." He scratches his head, his nose scrunched.
Kabelo : "Don't you have something else that I can wear?" I roll my eyes and go to my bedroom. I remember the trackpants I once stole in one of the boys closet , well I'm always taking something in their closets. I grab the pants , a hoodie and a pair of socks. I turn to walk out but he's already standing in the middle of my room naked. I give him the clothes.
Me : "There!"
Kabelo : "No underwear? Hmm."
Me : "What? You want my panties now?" He's irritating me right now and it doesn't help that his penis is busy dangling in front of my eyes , it's quite big though.
Kabelo : "As long as they yours , I don't mind."
Me : "Just get dressed!" I snap at him and walk out. I adjust the air conditioner to heat then go make coffee for the both of us. He comes down the stairs and settles on the single couch , I hand him a cup and push the plate of cookies to him.
Kabelo : "Thank you."
When I'm done with my work , there's an aroma lingering around the house that's when I notice that Kabelo is in the kitchen. I pack my things and go leave them in my study. I go back to the lounge.
Kabelo : "The food is ready."
Me : "Thank you." I settle on the big couch and cover myself then grab my plate. He cooked phuthu and beef curry with some salads on the side. He joins me after placing two cups of boiling tea. He starts eating and I clear my throat.
Me : "We haven't blessed the food."
Kabelo : "Oh yeah." I bless the food and we start eating in silence. Argh.
Me : "Your food was nice thank you." He smiles.
Kabelo : "Why are you not finished then?"
Me : "I'm full now but I'll eat it later." He nods and continues eating. I take my plate to the kitchen and put it in the warmer.
Me : "I'm off to bed and you'll sleep in the guestroom , it's right next to the bathroom you used earlier." He nods.
Kabelo : "Okay thanks. Goodnight." I smile.
Me : "Goodnight Kabelo."
Just as I was about to drift away , I'm disturbed by Kabelo sneezing and coughing dramatically. I grab my robe and wear it then get some flustart pills from my cabinet and go check on him. I find him sitting on the bed sneezing.
Me : "Are you Okay?"
Kabelo : "I have sinuses and they usually triggered by this kind of weather and now it's getting worse."
Me : "Where's your medication then?"
Kabelo : "I don't have it with me." I nod and go to the kitchen. I make him a cup of boiling hot lemon water then go give him to drink , dad used to make the same for mama since she also had sinus.
Me : "Drink these pills too."
Kabelo : " Thank you." I nod.
Me : "Goodnight then."
Kabelo : "Can you please hold me?" I clear my throat.
Me : "What? You have flu mos."
Kabelo : "No it's sinuses and they not contagious." He keeps on begging me until I agree. His head is on my boobs and his arms are holding me around the waist so tightly.
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