Amile The Queen

Chapter Forty-Four

***Mandlenkosi Zulu***

He decided to leave with Jama when he went back to Zululand for the rest of December. He hasn’t gone to the palace in a long time, and although he hates it there, it’s still his only home and sometimes he feels empty, the only thing that can cure him is going home.
He accompanied him to drop off his children. It was still very early, and he was hoping he’s miss dinner so he could avoid seeing Amile, but you can’t avoid someone that you are going to live with. Amile is practically his family now, and he has to learn to be around her no matter how uncomfortable he is. Another problem is having to see her with his brother, that thought just paralyzes him.
But he’s a man. He has to accept that this is the life he has to live from now on, so that is what he will do. He will soldier on.
He arrived at the exact time his brother arrived. It looked like he was coming back from council.
“Isikhindi emagcekeni oZulu?” Banzi asked mocking looking at his skinny hairy legs.
“I thought it was hot like Durban this side.” He defended. He wasn’t expecting it to be this cold.
“I wasn’t expecting you today, I’m glad you came.” He’s looking at his brother and he looks worn out.
There is a lot going on, and more than anything, he resents him for taking Amile away from him. But he’s still his only brother, and although they hardly get along, losing him would break him, he just won’t admit it out loud.
They make their way inside the house and the first person they run into is Amile. He needs to take a deep breath, so he can keep his cool. She greets her husband first, he even goes as far as giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“Bhuti.” She greets before putting out her hand to shake.
He smiles and pulls her for a side hug.
“How are you MaGumede.” Her whole body is stiff.
“I’m good bhuti.” She detaches herself from his body and goes to stand next to her husband.
That crushes him on the inside.
“Where is MaMzobe?” he asked looking around.
“She’s sleeping.”
That’s so unlike her, he thinks to himself.
“Let me go check on her. Please see me in the office.” Banzi said looking at him.
He nodded and looked directly at Amile. Banzi excused himself and walked up the stairs. He continued to bore into her eyes while Banzi made his way up the stairs, only the sound of his shoes clicking on the wooden steps audible. When she’s sure he’s not around, she turns around to go back to her chamber, but he pulls her arms and looks at her.
“What, what, what!?” she shout whispers.
“I’m attending therapy.”
“Good for you. So now you won’t be an alcoholic?”
“Disappointing right?” he asked sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes and attempted to walk away, but he pulled her back again.
“I love you.” She’s tired of this game.
“Mandlenkosi, please.”
“It’s fine. Go.” He gave her a small smile.
He’s definitely different. It’s like he’s that Mandlenkosi that she’s known all this time. She’s smitten.
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He’s sitting in Banzi’s office, waiting for him to arrive. He wonders what he wants to speak to him about. The last time they spoke before he asked for therapy, he took out his frustrations caused by him by sleeping with Amile.
He felt a pang of guilt when he saw him today, but seeing Amile’s face also reminded him he may have her, but he has her heart.
“Hawu, usula?” the door opened and he walked in.
He was wearing a tracksuit and sneakers. He looked like he was just about ready to leave.
“You said you wanted to see me.” He closed and locked to door.
He looked at him suspiciously and followed him as he made his way to his chair. He sat down and sighed out loud. Now that he’s up close and looking at him in the eyes, he looks exhausted. Not only exhausted, but stressed too.
“I did. When did you say this therapy thing of your is?” he frowned.
“Next week. You look like you need it more than me.” Banzi lifts his hand to his head and he sighs out again.
“Konakele kaZulu.”
“What happened bhuti?”
“Langalethu might be alive.” He frowned at looked at him.
“Alive, where did you get that crazy notion?” he blurts out.
He gives him a disapproving look.
“I don’t understand bhuti..”
“Angishongo ukuthi uyaphila, kodwa kungenzeka.”
“That can’t happen. We found his clothes in shreds by the river. Its obvious that he didn’t survive.”
“Your father is angry. He spitting fire from the grave because we buried an empty casket. He’s just as angry as Bhulubhulu was before he also died.”
Bhulubhulu was the royal seer before Celemba. He worked for Mhlabawesizwe and was to be Langalethu’s seer too, but he died right after he died, on the day of the empty casket funeral. He died right after causing a scene at the palace on the day of the funeral telling MaMzobe and Banzi that if they don’t find Langalethu’s wife, the whole palace will be in ruins. It had to be the most dramatic thing to ever happen in their family.
“And who told you all of this, Celemba?” he asks in a mocking tone.
“Maybe you weren’t exaggerating when you said he was fake.” He chuckled and shook his head.
“It’s not time for you to say I told you so. We have a serious problem on our hands. If it is true that he is alive then we need to find him.”
“Bhuti, if bhut’ Langa was alive, and wanted to come back, he would’ve come back a long time ago. It’s been 3 years.”
“Don’t forget that he was in a car accident, maybe he sustained an injury, maybe he lost his memory.”
“Everyone knows who Langalethu is, he’s not like me who stays under the radar. His pictures were all over the internet. Anyone who would’ve ran into him would’ve got in touch. Maybe we should just accept that he’s gone. He might have not wanted to be king, but he loved his home. He would’ve come back, no matter what.”
“I’ll only get peace of mind knowing I looked and failed. I’ve failed him already, three years after his death, only now am I waking up. At least let me give up having tried.” He stood up and grabbed his keys off the table.
“Where are you going?” He stood up too.
“Khethukuthula and I are going to the river.”
“I’m coming with you.” He shook his head.
“No. You will run your mouth to MaMzobe and I don’t want that.”
“Are you keeping this a secret from her?” he asked looking suspicious.
“No, I’m protecting her. She’s pregnant and I don’t want to stress her out. She’s already very moody and acting strange.” He blurted out.
“Pregnant?” his heart started beating loudly.
“Yes. I shouldn’t have told you that. Keep it to yourself.” He nodded fast.
“Go change if you are going with me.”
In his heart, Langalethu died, he’s not coming back. He just wants to prove to Banzi that whatever he heard was not true. It makes no sense for him to be alive.


***Amile Gumede***


Nkosi coming home threw me off completely. I wasn’t expecting him to come, and it looks like him and the husband are okay again. They fight all the time, it’s great to see them getting along.
It’s surprising how it has never crossed my mind that one day the secret of Nkosi and I sleeping together, not once but twice has a possibility of coming out. I’m terrified of that day when the whole truth comes out,
What scares me the most is that it looks like the husband is catching feeling. Not that it’s a bad thing, but him and MaMzobe are fighting. He didn’t tell me this, but I’m not stupid, we live in the same house, I can’t sense that their energies are off. MaMzobe is also very moody, she’s not as sweet as she was when I got here. She’s talking to me less and giving me more nasty look.
I don’t even know if it’s about the wedding issue, but she has no reason to be angry at me, I gave her what she wanted, sacrificing my sanity. Now I have to plan a wedding I don’t want, a wedding I don’t need.
I walked to the kitchen to get myself a bottle of water and I saw the husband’s car drive out the driveway through the window. I wonder where he’s going.
“Who is that?” Ma disturbs me from my thoughts.
“Bayede.” I turn and look at her.
I’m jealous of her skin. It looks so smooth, so radiant.
“Where is he going?”
“I don’t know ma, he didn’t tell me.”
“Is Mgabadeli driving him?” why is she asking me so many questions I don’t understand.
She’s the first wife, she knows all of this, not me.
“I didn’t see ma.” I gulped down half the glass of my water.
“Uphi uMandlenkosi? I heard him talking earlier.”
“Maybe he’s in his room ma.” She took the glass I just placed in the sink and poured herself water.
“Your husband said I must ask you if you want to help me with his birthday charity event.” So is she asking or what?
“When is his birthday ma?” how disgusting, I don’t know my own husband’s birthday.
In my defence, he probably doesn’t know mine and I’ve only been married to him for plus minus 2 months.
“On the 24th.”
“Of this month?” that’s a stupid question Amile.
He’s born on Christmas eve!?I wouldn’t have guessed.
“Yes. He hosts a charity event for the village ever year and he gives out food parcels to the needy and cooks for those who don’t have food or shelter.” Shouldn’t he do that everyday, I mean take care of the homeless?
“That’s a lovely gesture.”
She walks out the kitchen and I follow her.
“Yes, it is.”
“I would love to help ma. Just tell me whatever you need.”
“Normally the staff help us, but they will be off this year so the first thing you can do is find people that will help us.”
I don’t know a lot of people.
“I’ll do my best ma.”
“We also have to sit down and come up with a menu for this year. This is the only time we splurge so we go all out.”
“I see. I can definitely do that.” Okay now I’m excited.
“Thank you.” She doesn’t look thankful, but she fakes a smile and walks away.
She looks tired. I also saw the same look in the husband’s eyes, but he looks more stressed out than tired.
I went back to my room and took my phone. I want to take a stroll in the garden. I have a few missed calls and all of them are from Nambitha. What a surprise. I call her back.
“Finally. Is Jama there at the palace?”
“Hello to you too chomie, how are you?” I chuckled at the way she was breathing. She whined.
“Hey, I’m sorry chomie. I’ve been trying to get a hold of him and his phone is not going through. I’m worried.”
“He came here and dropped Nkosi off before he left. I didn’t even see him. Must I call him for you?” she sighed.
“If you don’t mind chomie. I’m really worried. He said he would call when he gets home and he was driving with the kids.”
“I’m sure he’s okay wherever he is, but I’ll call him to make sure.”
“I appreciate it chomie.”
“Okay, let me try him and then I’ll get back to you.”
I lowered myself on the bench and dialled the black man’s number.
“Ndlunkulu.” I rolled my eyes.
“Mr Dlamini, how are you?”
“I’m okay, what a surprise, what have I done to receive a call from royalty.” I laughed. I know he’s mocking me.
“You have ignored your girlfriend.” He dragged me through his teeth.
“Did she tell you the shit she did before she whined and said she can’t reach me on the phone?” oh heeh.
“No, and I don’t want to be involved, please.” He laughed.
“Very good.”
“Just call her and talk to her otherwise she’s going to burst, please.”
“Your friend thinks I don’t have feelings. Fine, I’ll call her.” I laughed and shook my head.
“Goodbye Jama.”
“Goodbye Mamndlunkulu.”
It’s too early for them to already be having problems, but Jama is impatient, he probably wants the one thing that Nambitha won’t give up and that is the thing in between her legs.
Quite frankly, Nambitha and I are different. She valued her virginity, I didn’t care about it, I wanted to give it to the right person because no matter how long you save it, nothing changes, it’s bound to break at the end of the day, that’s why I don’t cry too much about mine. It just socks that I had to give it to someone else when I had the one I love had the opportunity to take it and didn’t use it.
Only if Nkosi had fucked me the way he did last time on that day I asked him to, we wouldn’t be where we are right now.


***Nkululeko Dlamini***


“Azande might walk in at any time Ntando.” He’s failing to control his breathing as she strokes his hard shaft in her hand.
“She’s glued to her cartoons, relax daddy.” She gave him a sexy smile before swerving her tongue on his tip.
“Oh mama.” He closed his eyes and titled it back.
“You like this” she said massaging his balls.
He groaned when she took in his whole length in her mouth, down to the back of her throat.
It’s hard to resist her, she’s got great head game, and even better sex game. It’s quite surprising that they only have one child, the way they hump each other.
More than anything, he’s frustrated. He’s a man, he has needs, and that’s what his girlfriend doesn’t understand.
He loves her. He genuinely does, but he’s too old to still be doing self service when he has a girlfriend. And it’s not exactly him wanting to sleep with her, no, he claims to understand that she’s saving herself for marriage. But what he goes through is pure torture. Evil in his books.
He grips on her afro and pushes her down. She gags and that seems to satisfy him. She forces herself to go faster as tears cascade down her face.
“I’m cuming.” He said in a high pitched voice.
She massaged his balls and that sped up the process because he spilled his semen in her mouth. She knows he loves it messy so lets it drip down the side of her mouth, down inside her cleavage, all over his thighs, before licking her lips and giving him a sexy stare.
“Kodwa Ntando.” She chuckled.
“Bet your takalani can’t do that.”
He give a lazy chuckle, throws his head back and fixes his underwear.
“You’ll never find another woman like me Nkululeko.” He ignores her and takes the towel on the bed and wipes his thigh.
“Don’t do that to yourself Nontando.” She said before he stood up and pulled up his pants, buckling his belt.
She also stands up.
“If you love her like you say you do you wouldn’t be coming here and fucking me and crumble under me like a weak little boy. You would fuck her.” He’s not going to give her the satisfaction.
She already heard that they aren’t okay. He doesn’t like that. He grabs his phone while she continues to speak. He dials her number. She answers like she was sitting, waiting for it to ring.
“Baby, finally. I was so worried.”
He looks at Ntando who has suddenly gone mute.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call nana. I got caught up.”
“I thought you were angry at me.”
“Never, I could never be angry at my nana. My beautiful yellow bone.” She giggled.
Ntando stormed  out to the bathroom leaving him silently laughing 
“When are you coming back?”
“I don’t know nana, but if I don’t come back this week, it will definitely be the next.”
“I miss you already.” The frustration has slowly melted away. Hearing that she misses him, it’s a sign that maybe he isn’t in this relationship alone, because that’s what he feels most of the time.
“I’ll send you something so you can go spoil yourself, okay nana?”
“You don’t need to baby.”
“I want to.” She sighed.
“Thank you. How are Azande and Banele?” his heart leapt.
“They are okay. Azande didn’t want to leave, but she slept throughout the trip and now she is watching cartoons. Banele was just happy to see his mother.” She laughed lowly.
“I’m glad then.” He doesn’t know what this means, but it’s a strong in the right direction.
Maybe now she will accept his kids. That’s all he wants, that she give them a little bit of affection and love.
“I love you nana. Don’t ever doubt that.” He looked at the bathroom door where Ntando disappeared to.
“I love you too Nkululeko.” His heart melted.
It’s going to take a lot for him to learn how to detach from Ntando she give it to him good, but she loves Nambitha, and hurting her is the last thing he wants to do.