Zakhele {UNEDITED & FULLY COMPLETED}

Zakhele's Love 17

INSERT 17

Five months later
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LUYANDA
Myself and Olothando are having lunch at Piccolo Mondo in Mandela Square.

OLOTHANDO:How are you, for real?
ME:I'm getting there Thando, I'm happy with the progress that Yanda has been making but man I am tired.
I say that to her with tears in my eyes, she gets up from her chair to comfort me.
OLOTHANDO:I know, I see it in your eyes, you and your husband but please don't give up on them, sisi ngyacela(sister please).(Bayanda & Zakhele)
LUYANDA:I'm trying Olothando but why my son? when do I get my husband back? I miss him, he's not the Zakhele that I know his just, just... His...
I just broke down, right there and then, I don't have the heart to be embarrassed about my emotions and crying in a restaurant, I don't care about the journalists I just need to do this, it's been a long and hard 5 months.

OLOTHANDO
When she finally calms down I suggest that we should maybe leave, right now I'm driving to one of our family Hotels, I really just miss my bestfriends, her and my brother-in-law, fuck! that son of a bitch really did his worst.

LUYANDA
Olothando is driving and I'm in the front seat, I don't know where we going but it looks like we driving to Heidelberg.
Its been so hard, in the mists of it all I'm slowly getting my son back but I'm losing my husband, or should I say I lost him already, not just him but I lost myself too.
I'm broken, I'm hopeless my marriage is dead oh no mntaka baba(fathers child) not to mention myself! I've lost weight, from size 38 to a 36, I've got eyebags, Insomnia has found its way to me, sleeping is so difficult. It's true when they say that when it rains, it pours, Zakhele doesn't eat when I cook, his food is always still in the the oven in the mornings, we sleep in the same bed but we don't even touch each other, we so far apart in bed, my husband and I literally have degrees in the cuddling department but now? We don't even talk like that anymore,& just have rough sex it's always, morning, how are you? I'm well thanks, I'm okay, I'll be at the office or warehouse today, did you have anything to eat? no, I ate at the taxi rank.
Sadly.
So I've just let it be, I've let him be, I'm okay with that but what usually makes my day is seeing and hearing the progress from my Bayanda.

I hear Olothando call out my name and I snap out of it.
ME:huh?
OLOTHANDO:Ses'fikile. (we've arrived)
I look around, while taking off my seat belt.
ME:This place looks nice, where is this.
OLOTHANDO:Ndlunkulu.
ME:nice hotel it is.
OLOTHANDO:yep, also established by uSbali noMnyeni wam.
She says that nudging at me, I let out a little giggle.
ME:Well they really did well, it really is beautiful.

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We now in our suite and we in white fluffy comfortable gowns, white slippers about to get pampered.
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9:45pm
Olothando just dropped me off and I feel fresh, I think I've vented enough earlier today, I cried enough the rest I'll leave for my husband.
Bayanda is in Kwa Nongoma so it's just him and I.
As I'm going up my long ass stairs I hear really disturbing sounds, they coming from my husbands study, my heart knows what it is that I'm hearing but my mind Is preparing to kill him.
How could he and I want to know whose the bitch screaming so nice and proud to what's supposed to be my dick, this motherfucker got me looking stupid now!

I open the door and my eyes don't believe this shit, My house helper, Tawanda. This bitch has been walking around my house, looking innocent as ever, she never speaks to Zakhele and today they somehow fucking on the couch in the study.

ME:Yah! Zakhele awung'boni umtheth'wakho neh?(You don't acknowledge me )
They didn't even hear me open the door and walking in, he stops pounding into her, she stops screaming, he pulls out immediately.
ZAKHELE:Baby, it's not what it looks LIKE, please?
Welele!I'm shocked at how calm I am, but the anger in me knows that someone will be hurt by the end of tonight.
I stand against the door frame, arms folded.
LUYANDA:you tell me, you tell me what it looks like then? No talk baby.
ZAKHELE:iphutha ngyak'thembisa ngeke ngi'phinde(it's a mistake I promise i will never again).
LUYANDA:Before anything else,get your bitch out of my mother fucking study and get decent, put some fucking respect on my father, fuck.
And just like that I walk out, into my room I go.
I remember seeing multiple golf sticks in this house, oh yes the basement.
He comes into the bedroom, dressed in sweatpants, still hard as ever and a white vest, I feel disrespected.
LUYANDA:hlala la, ngya'buya(sit here, I'm coming back).

ZAKHELE
Yes, I fucked up, I fucked up so bad! I'm patiently waiting for her like she said, honestly? Her calm scares me so much.
Unexpectedly she walks in carrying a golf stick and I know I'm about to go down bad but I won't fight her.
LUYANDA:You fucken hate me that much!
ME:Baby don't do this please, I'm sorry.
LUYANDA:I've been getting the cold shoulder, I've been trying to get you back, I've been fucking cooking, I have been your sex slave and this is the thanks i get? Journalists have been writing about how miserable I look, you have the power to end it all but no, you let them write all that shit about me, I lost weight, you don't see that.
She's says this calmly, with a low tone and tears rolling down her cheek, mucous is on her face, I look away I don't want to see her like that, I broke her, I admit. Unexpectedly she hits me with the stick, right in on my stomach, I land on the bedroom floor. I try getting up to run away, I only go as far as the open space by the stairs, she throws a vase at me.
LUYANDA:stay still you fucker!
She's now screaming all types of insults throwing every ornaments at me, she throws a flower vase at me and I duck, also landing me on the floor, my head is bleeding, I'm in pain, I'm scared, I never thought I'd be scared of any other woman other than my mother, I'm scared for my life especially.
She beats me up with the golf stick, so much I'm apologizing and crying, I'm bleeding I don't know where the blood is coming from.

LUYANDA
I snap out of my anger when I see my husband bleeding and hearing him cry like that, no, no, no, no! What have I done? I run to him.
ME:Baby, Baby, I'm sorry, so so, so sorry, let me call ambulance, I'm sorry baby, I'm pregnant! Please don't die, ngya'xolisa, stay awake for your baby please Gumede.
ZAKHELE:No I want you to calm down, call Phiwa.
LUYANDA:ok, ok!
I run to the kitchen where I left my phone.

CALL:
PHIWA:Sisi?
ME:Please come over bhuti please, hurry!
Phiwa:ok, calm down we on our way.

Phiwa and Olo have arrived and ran into Olothando's arms wailing.
OLOTHANDO:Whats wrong?
ME:I swear I didn't mean to Thando, I swear just please make sure his alive.
Phiwa comes out of the house with his brother in his arms, I'm panicking, I just pray and hope I didn't kill him I swear, I really am sorry,i don't know what my in laws are thinking of me.
ME:bhuti I'm sorry.
He comes to me and hugs me
PHIWA:phephisa sisi, he's wrong and he knows it, I don't blame you, let me take him to hospital.

1hour later
I'm tired of sitting in this dining room of mine, I need to clean up upstairs.. I get up, get the bucket and cleaning detergents.
I go on my knees and I start scrubbing my husband blood off the tile, tears streaming down my cheeks, Olothando is sweeping the broken pieces, I'm shocked that I did that.
OLOTHANDO:I'm sorry mama, sowungaze ukhale ngathi kufe umntu, phephisa phela.
That alone triggers some emotions, I just wail.