Amile The Queen

Chapter Nine

***Amile Gumede***


“I’m sorry my king.” I dropped to my knees and put my palms together pleading with him. His hard face was scaring me, not the man that I love, he never looks at me like that. His gaze softens when he looks at me.
I’m draped in nothing but red cloth, it covers my boobs, back and bum. My skin is cold and my heart is beating loudly like a Nazareth drum in my ears. His expression doesn’t change, he’s angry.
I lean down and kiss his feet.
“My king.” I beg.
He rises and holds on to his cane, looks down on me like I’m his servant. Tears are streaming down my face.
“My king please forgive me. I will never do it again, just please, have me once again.” I begged again.
“Stand up.” His commanding voice sounded and I was quick to get on my feet, my head staring at my feet in fear.
“Come home Amile. Woza uzomisa umuzi wakaZulu.” A woman’s voice echoed behind me. I wanted to turn around but my neck was stiff.
“My King.” He didn’t speak.
I looked up and he wasn’t there, only a mirror for me to meet my reflection. I had a white dress draped with beads around my neck, and his majesty’s cane in my possession. He appeared behind me, his hands on my shoulders and his breath on my neck.
“Hamba omisa umuzi wakaZulu.” He whispered and kissed my cheek.
A sharp ringing sound shot through my ears…
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I shot my eyes open and realized my phone was ringing. Even Nkosi’s name popping up on my screen didn’t make me happy. I answered.
“Ndabezitha.” I stretched and got out of bed.
“Did I wake you Sthandwa Sami. I miss you.” I haven’t spoken to him in so long. Hearing his voice melted my insides.
“It’s okay. Are you back yet?” I asked heading to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. Lord knows I need it.
“Yes, I’m at work, that’s why I couldn’t come with Jama when he fetched you from school. I’m sorry.” He said. He works!?
“Yeah, it’s okay Ndabezitha. When am I going to see you then?” at this point, I need him more than ever.
“I’ll come by today before I go home, I promise you.” He always keeps his promises.
“I know you just woke up, but you sound down, I don’t like that Amile, talk to me.” I rubbed my forehead and gulped down the water. I don’t know what bothers me more, the dream or Yonela.
“Yonela, she caused a scene today at school.” I said.
“Is that your friend?”
“Yes she is. Was.” He sighed.
“Don’t worry Sthandwa Sami, losing friends is normal, especially at this age. You both are finding yourselves and it’s completely okay to grow out of each other. Don’t beat yourself up. We’ll talk more when I get there, I want you to tell me everything.” I smiled to myself.
“I didn’t know you work.” I said.
“Kanti ucabanga ukuthi imali ngiyithathaphi ntombi.” I laughed. He doesn’t strike me as the working type.
“You never cease to surprise me Ndabezitha.” He laughed.
“Spontaneity is important in a relationship. I’ll always keep you guessing too. Look MaGumede, I have to go. I’ll call you when I’m done here okay.” He said in a haste. He seems busy.
“Okay Ndabezitha.” I said.
“Ngiyakuthanda yezwa MaGumede.”
“Nami.” I said. He protested.
“Nawe ini Amile. Haibo njalo.” I laughed.
“Ngiyakuthanda nami Zulu.” He was pleased. He said his last goodbye and ended the call.
He just knows how to brighten my day, he effortlessly puts a smile on my face, without even trying.
I remembered I had R500 untouched airtime so I decided to call mom, I need a distraction, the house is too quiet, at least Siviwe must come back to keep me company.
“MaMchunu.” I said. It was fairly noisy where she was.
“Amile, did you get home safely?”
“Yea, I did. How was your trip?”
“We travelled safely sweetheart, Baba kaSiviwe said I must say hi.” She sounds so happy.
“Tell him he’s unfair.” She laughed.
“You got so much money on your birthday, don’t be selfish Amile.”
“Mxm. When is Aunty Lisa going to bring Siviwe back?”
“He doesn’t want to come back. He might stay there for the rest of the week, don’t be surprised. You know how he’s like when he’s with his cousins.” That’s unfair.
“So I’m just going to sit here alone for the whole week?”
“You can also lock up and go to Lisa’s house if you don’t want to be alone.” No thank you, I’d rather be here alone.
“Nope. I’ll stick it out alone.”
“Okay dear. Cook something for yourself to last you for the rest of the week. You’ll be fine.” I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah right, you’ll come home to a skeleton of a child. Aningithandi nje nina.” I heard Siviwes dad laughed in the background.
“We love you so much Amile.” He said.
“It’s fine, I’ll go do my homework and forget about vacationers.”
“Bye baby, we love you.” Mom said before she hung up.
Everyone is busy, I might as well do the same.
I was sitting at the table trying so hard to concentrate on my physics notes but it wasn’t happening, the dream kept replaying in my head like a film. None of it makes sense. I know what the king looks like, I know King Zwelibanzi, he looks nothing like that man in my dreams. Why do I worship this man so much, why am I always apologizing to him, what did I do to him?
At this point I should be concerned. I’ve always dreamt of this man, but these past few days, his face has been getting clearer and clearer. What I mean by that is, when I dreamed of him before, when he would be inside of me (something I also should be concerned about) I could never see his face, but I always knew it was him, his face just didn’t show, if that makes sense.
Now I know his face, I know if I were to run into him, I would clearly point him out. I don’t want to think this has anything to do with Nkosi, it can’t be him, but this dream, it’s scaring me. This man, I called him ‘my king’ he carried the royal cane and wore the leopard skin on his shoulders. He sat on the throne and wore a crown on his head. I’m terrified. He said I must build the Zulu home. I don’t know if I should tell Nkosi about this dream, or the other ones in fact. Maybe it means I should marry him.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Mandlenkosi, and if he would ask me to marry him, I wouldn’t say no. But I’m not ready for marriage right now. I’m still young, I still want to finish school, get my degree, work before I can think of getting married, that’s my goal, but these dreams, they are scaring me.
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Nothing written in this textbook is making sense and that is frustrating me. It’s already dark outside and I’ve concluded that Siviwe is not coming back home. It’s another cold and lonely night for me. The thought of having to wake up and go to school tomorrow paralyzes me.
Just as I slammed my textbook closed in frustration, my phone rang.
“Ndabezitha.” I breathed.
“Have you cooked?” I don’t remember telling him that I’m alone.
“No, not yet.” I replied.
“Okay. Come downstairs.”  He said. My heart started racing and butterflies landed in my stomach.
“I’m coming.” He dropped the call. I got up from the table and put on my shoes.
I locked the door behind me as I climbed down the stairs to the foyer. Who else than Jama standing outside the GLE waiting for me.
“MaGumede.” I was stupid enough to leave a jacket inside the house, it’s freaking cold here.
The backseat door opened and my tall handsome boyfriend climbed out dressed in sweats, and a Hoodie pulled over his face. I laughed.
“Zulu.” I said looking at him.
“I’m hungry MaGumede.” He said coming to give me a tight hug. Aren’t I glad it’s dark outside. He doesn’t do public places.
“Come in, I’ll make you something to eat. You too Jama.” I looked at him.
“OH no, I’m going to check on my woman. I’m just dropping off your boyfriend.” I laughed.
I wrapped my arms around his waist still in shock that he’s here. I took in his scent.
“Keep your phone on.” He told Jama. He nodded and climbed back in the front seat.
We walked back to the flat without running into anyone, and I’m glad we didn’t. My neighbours are very nosey. As soon as I closed the door behind him, I turned and looked at him.
“Are you cold or are you hiding?” I laughed.
“Cold. I have sensitive ears.” I rolled my eyes.
“Manje Zulu kuphi ke ukudla?” I asked again. He removed the hoodie from his face and came closer to me, grabbed my waist and my body crashed against his.
“Ukhona nje uMaGumede, uzokwenza.” This man thinks I’m a joke.
“Bese ngikukhumbule ntombi yami emhlophe.” He lowered his face to touch my nose with his. His eyes locked with mine and I felt my heart smiling.
“I missed you too Nkosi.” If I go on a hunch, I’d say he doesn’t like kissing. He’s so close to my lips but all he can do is rub his fat nose against mine.
“Kiss me.” I commanded. He chuckled.
He moved away from my face and let go of my waist. What an anti-climax.
“Make me food first.” I rolled my eyes. When I turned around to got to the kitchen, he took me by surprise, grabbed my hand, turned me around and lowered his head, devouring my lips. I froze for a good second before I registered what was happening in my brain. My breathing hitched and I grabbed his neck to deepen the kiss. instead, he pulled out.
“Will that stop you from doing that vexatious eye rolling of yours.” My eyes widened. He chuckled.
“I vex you?” I asked in the sulky voice.
“Your eye rolling vexes me. Iyekele lento yakho.” This is what it feel like dating a Zulu man. A real Zulu man. I have the strong urge to bend and say ‘yebo baba’ but I know Nkosi will never let me forget about that. He’s stupid like that.
“Yebo bab’ Nkosi.” I almost rolled my eyes, but I held myself. He could sense the sarcasm in my voice.
“Very good. Hambake uyokwenza ukudla MaGumede wami omuhle.” He kissed my forehead, then my lips before he went to sit in the dining room where my books were scattered on the table.
I have no idea what I’ll make for this man. My mom doesn’t buy fancy groceries like he does, his fridge is filled with all sorts of ingredients, ingredients with names I can’t even pronounce. He freaken has a chef, a qualified one at that who prepares 5-star worthy meals. How would I even begin to compete with that? All I found in the cupboard was basmati rice so I put that on the stove and let it boil while I defrosted the beef.
I’m not the best cook, but my mom is and she has taught me a thing or two, I only dream of getting to the level she is on. I made a potatoes salad and raw tomatoes chutney on the side and made the curry. I didn’t want to leave the kitchen while the stove was on, I don’t need any mistakes happening so I waited until everything was prepared. I carefully plated everything and the presentation looked amazing. I hope the taste is as good as it looks. I placed everything on a tray but before that, I went to give him a bowl of water to wash his hands. He was surprised.
“Are you done cooking already.” He was busy doing calculations from my physics textbook on a piece of paper.
“Yes, I’m done.” While he washed his hands, I stole a glimpse of what was written on the paper and it was a mind fuck.
“I’ve been doing that sum the whole afternoon and I can’t get it right.” I gave him the cloth.
“I’ll show it to you when we finish eating.” He said clearing the table. He looked like he was in his element when he was doing all of that. He thanked me, handed me the cloth and I went back to the kitchen.
I came back with his tray of food and placed it in front of him. He rubbed his hands and licked his lips.
“This smells amazing.” He looked at me.
“Okay, let me pray. Close your eyes.” I watched him put his hands together and close his eyes.
I prayed for the food, and audibly thanked God for his presence too. I was grateful that he was here, not just in my home, but in my life, my heart.
“Thank you MaGumede.” He dug in.
I went back to the kitchen to get my bowl of food and I went back to the dining room and sat across him. I don’t normally sit here when I eat, I normally eat in front of the TV.
“Tell me more about your friend. What was her problem?” He seemed to be enjoying his food because he was almost half way done with his plate. Speaking about Yonela will ruin my appetite.
“She’s upset that her brother and I aren’t together anymore and that I love you, not him.” He looked up briefly.
“And what else?”
“She called me a whore for climbing into Jama’s car because she thinks he’s the one I’m dating. She crucified me like this though because she wanted him, she made it loud and clear to me.” His face scrunched up.
“That’s not a true friend. You should be glad that she’s put of your life. What happened between you and the brother?” Is he really asking me that?
“Should I answer that?” asked stealing a glance at him.
“I asked didn’t I?” eish, this guy mara.
“He cheated and broke up with me out of guilt and fear of being caught. He apologized,  I forgave him, but he mistook that for taking him back and now earlier, when I made it clear to him about what was happening, he went as far as cursing our relationship.” He doesn’t look fazed.
“Little boys. I’m sure it’s his first heartbreak. Uzoba right, uyakhula.” Obviously Mr Zulu will be insensitive about it.
“He was stupid enough to leave you instead of coming clean, now he’s lost you for good, that’s his fault, not yours. Now you are mine, and mine alone.” He claimed. I smiled.
“I was never his to start with.” Our eyes locked and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Oh this is love. I can feel it.
We continued to eat while conversing about his job. He’s a chemical engineer. I didn’t quite understand a few of the things he said, but I did catch that he works in a plant somewhere in Durban North and he handles all types of chemicals. He doesn’t work everyday, he only goes in twice a week, today was one of those days. He’s filthy rich because of his job, it makes sense.
I didn’t want to sit down with the kitchen still a mess so I told him I was going to clean the kitchen. He offered to help me but he’s here watching me, talking more than helping.
“Nkosi are you helping or talking?” he raised an eyebrow at me.
“Yes, I’m asking you a question.” I dried my hands on the dishcloth and turned to look at him.
“I don’t do dishes MaGumede, I don’t do manual labour.” I rolled my eyes. Only when he gave me that look did I remember.
“If you could just help me at least wipe them, life would be so much easier. We would sit and spend more time before you go.”
“I’m trying to think, yazi nje, uJama la ekhona njengamanje nje, uyabhebha. Mengabe ngiyibuka kahle lento, ngeke akwazi ukubuya manje la. Phela leyanto imnandi, ihlanyisa abantu.” I covered my mouth in shock, stifling a laugh.
“In other words MaGumede, we have all the time in the world.” I slapped his arm playfully feeling flushed by his statement. Now I have a picture of Jama doing the deed…ewe!
“I’ll take this now.” He took the dishcloth from my hands and threw it on the counter.
He put his hands on my bum, grabbed it and lifted me up and placed me on the counter, I giggled and covered my head with my hand. His hands rested on the small of my back and he lowered his head to the nape of my neck. He planted soft kisses and I smiled, wrapping my arms around his frame.
“I’ll help you with dishes MaGumede, yezwa.” I nodded, feeling vulnerable under his touch and the feel of his breath on my bare skin.
I’m almost done anyway, I only need to wipe and pack them in the cupboard.
I tilted my head to give him access to my neck and he planted kisses and he gradually moved down until his hands rested on my breasts. He lifted his eyes to look at me and he looked so sexy, I had flashbacks of yesterday in that therapy room.
“Permission to undress you?” I bit my lip.
“My bedroom is the second door to the right.” He chuckled and picked me up from the counter and with my legs around his waist, he walked with me to the direction of my room.
He used his one hand to unhook my bra even before he laid me on the bed. I felt like I was in a novel. He laid me on the bed and he took of his hoodie and threw it on the chair before he climbed on top of me. Our eyes locked for a few seconds before he closed his and leaned in for a kiss. It was steamy, I had my hands under his t-shirt, on his back touching his muscles as he flexed. My legs were wrapped around his waist and his hard-on was pressed against my palace.
He pulled out of the kiss and helped me out of my vest, and then the bra. He started planting soft kisses on my neck, down my chest. He sucked my hard nipples and I cried out in bliss. It’s like this man has the blueprint to my body and how it functions. This is nothing like I’ve ever felt before.
He’s horny, so am I. I can feel it from the way he presses his hard shaft against my palace. He’s groaning lowly and sucking my boob while he twirls the other nipple around his finger. My legs are wrapped around his waist and I’m grinding against him, I want to feel it. I’m a moaning mess.
I snuck my hands into his pants and I held it in my hand. His breathing quickened and I started stroking him slowly.
“Kodwa MaGumede.” He moaned out, his eyes closed and he tilted his head.
I threw out any morals I have ever had in my life and helped him out of his pants, I pushed them all the way to his ankles and got on my knees in front of him. He was bigger than I anticipated, and I was afraid, but I swallowed up the courage and spit on it before jerking him off in my hand. He lost it when I plopped it into my mouth and he grabbed my braids, twisted them around his fist and pushed me down on him. I gagged so hard he pulled me out. I had tears in my eyes.
I always said this is my least favourite thing to do to a man, but this, it feels completely different. Looking at him and seeing so much pleasure on his face, it makes me happy.
“Ngizochama MaGumede.” He said tightening his hold on her braids.
Instead of stopping, I deep throated him and he cried out like a little boy. I didn’t see it coming, even though he warned, he released his semen inside my mouth. I felt like an A-grade prostitute when I swallowed his load like a gulp of water. No ‘I love you’ today, we are playing dirty and waking up sleeping beasts. Will I be able to keep up, will my virgin ass keep up!? I don’t think so.