***Landokuhle's POV***
I was taking a nap when I heard what sounded like commotion from afar. I put on my shoes and go check out what's going on. It sounds like it was coming from the reception so I headed there.
"I'LL FLIPPEN SHOOT ALL OF YOU HERE IF YOU DON'T LET ME SEE MY WIFE!!" Kabelo screams at poor Welile who looks so pissed.
Me : "baby?" He turns to me and literally runs to me. He hugs me so tight lifting me off the ground so I wrap my legs around his waist and bury my face in his neck. It's been an entire week since I got here.
Kabelo : "I miss you so much." He pecks my neck. He puts me down and holds my hand as I lead him to my cottage.
Welile : "Y'all better not do something y'all ain't supposed to do." I laugh while Kabelo shoots a glare at her and she returns it. We get in my cottage and he closes and locks the door.
Me : "What'd you bring me?"
Kabelo : "This?" He takes out a slab of chocolate in his back pocket and hands it to me.
Me : "Ah thank you sthandwa sami."
Kabelo : "Kiss me." I sit on him , straddling him then hold his head and kiss him. His hands start fondling with my bum-bum , I feel his little man twitch underneath me and he stops then buried his head in my boobs. We then lay on the bed holding each other.
Me : "how are my kids?"
Kabelo : "They good." He shrugs.
Me : "I miss them." He kisses my forehead.
Kabelo : "today is your grandfather's funeral." I keep quiet.
Kabelo : "When are you coming home?"
Me : "angazi." He shoots me a look then continues playing with my fingers.
Kabelo : "Do you think we will need a new house?"
Me : "huh why?"
Kabelo : "I don't want my family to do as they please or come anytime they please. You also suffered in that house."
Me : "Yes , they tried to evict me out of the house. They were so determined to drag me into court so I had to do something , I got them arrested. He laughs so hard.
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I'm so sleepy , forgive me for the errors and I know it's short so please forgive me for the short insert.
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Silent Pain : Landokuhle's Story
General FictionBook 3 of KwaDlamini. Tears are the silent language of Grief.