Amile The Queen

Chapter Eighty-Two

***Nambitha Makhathini***

Amile’s mom showed me a room that I could use to freshen up, and that gives me an opportunity to wear one of my new dresses. I thoroughly enjoyed today, if I could have a repeat of it, I definitely would. It felt good to be out of the house. And although Nkululeko was here right by my side the whole time, he wasn’t there as my boyfriend, he was there as Amile’s bodyguard, and he damn well stuck to his job description.
I’m not as drunk as Amile is. While I was watching the amount of alcohol I was consuming, she managed to finish a whole bottle by herself. She didn’t even notice that I wasn’t drinking as much as she was. One thing about me, I can adapt to my surroundings. Although I’m just a little tipsy, I can act to accommodate my bestie. She’s never been drunk before, only tipsy.
It gave me so much satisfaction just seeing her let loose and let go for a change. This is someone who has seen hell face to face, she deserves the break. I was genuinely happy to hear her say she’s happy in her marriage. It warms my heart
I feel fresh, and I’d like to think that I look beautiful. I’m wearing a wrap dress, I bought it today and I just love it so much. I can’t believe I can still pull of wearing such a snatching dress, my figure is still in tip top shape. I haven’t felt beautiful in a long time, and looking at myself in the mirror right now, I feel so hyped up. The only reason why I’m getting dressed up is because MaMchunu told me that we are going to have dinner in the garden for Amile. How sweet of them to organize that for her.
I turn my head and look at Nkululeko barging into the room, shutting the door so violently like he owns the place. I can’t stop the frown on my face. I don’t say anything, he hasn’t been the best sport today, he was Jama, not Nkululeko, the one I love. He stares at me as I fix my make up. I can see him through the mirror, he’s scanning me from top to bottom, I can’t read his face.
“Take it off.” I turned and faced him.
“Excuse me?” I’m genuinely confused.
“That dress, take it off. I don’t like it.” there it is.
“You don’t have to like it Jama. I’m wearing it.” normally, he likes it when I call him by his clan names, but now he knows that I’m not trying to be nice.
“You want to continue to embarrass me in front of the royal family huh?” he hissed.
“How am I embarrassing you? What I do, has nothing to do with you,I am my own person. I’m only embarrassing myself if I do something, and quite frankly, I don’t know what I have done for you to say that to me.” I said placing my hands on my waist.
I could see veins flickering on his forehead, and his jaw ticking. Angimsabi uNkululeko.
“What did I say about respect Nambitha!?”he took two strides towards me.
I moved back. Just when I least expected it, he grabbed my wrist and tightened his hold on it.
“Uyangilimaza.” I said as calmly as I could get my voice to say.
“Did I not speak to you about respect?” he twisted my arm.
I winced.
“You did.” he’s seriously starting to hurt me.
“Nkululeko let go of my arm, uyangilimaza!” I said a little loudly, hoping someone could hear me.
“Why are you making noise!?” he said through gritted teeth before throwing my arm at me.
That hurt, a lot. But I’m not going to cry in front of him, I will not show him my weakness.
“I said take off the fucking dress and wear something decent.”
This man doesn’t know me. I moved away from the mirror and went to the bed where my clothes were scattered. I packed them back into their plastics.
“Uyangizwa Nambitha!?” he shouted.
I didn’t answer. I could feel him charging towards me and I turned around. His hand almost landed on my stomach, but he stopped dead in his tracks when there was a knock on the door.
“Namnam, are you done yet sisi?” it was Amile’s mom.
He groaned and moved away from me.
I abandoned the plastics and rushed to open the door.
“Yes ma, I’m ready, lets go.” I didn’t even waste time.
I could see she was trying to peak her head inside and see what was going on, but I pulled her arm and we walked upstairs to Amile’s room. I could tell that she wanted to question me about what she possibly could have heard, but she’s holding herself. She knocked on Amile’s door and when she opened, she was done showering, she just wasn’t dressed.
“Ahh chomie, look at you looking snatched!” she said pulling me and twirling me.
“Amile, you aren’t dressed!?” her mom shout whispered.
“I was still looking for something to wear.” she’s still drunk, the shower didn’t help.
Her mom looked at me and shook her head. I guess she can see that I’m sober, unlike the birthday girl.
“Amile hurry up, people are waiting for you, yeses you are going to send me into early labour.” she walks into the room and I stay standing by the door.
I’ll never make the mistake of entering this bedroom. I entered her previous one, and slept with her in marital bed. Maybe that is the reason for my bad luck in this relationship. 
My heart almost stops when I turn and see him standing at the bottom of the staircase, looking at me like he’s ready to kill me. My heart sits in my throat, and I try maintain a straight face, just so he doesn’t see that I’m actually afraid of him now. I pray to the God’s in heaven, and the ancestors guarding this house, that they save me from going home with this man. Just for tonight.