The Sands Of Tshani 2

Part 5

**Anam

Olu came with a washbasin filled with water and a towel inside the water with soap. He put it on top of the chair and then came to me on the bed.

Him: I brought you water

Me: thank you

We sat there in awkward silence. I decided to break the ice.

Me: can I wash... alone

He looked at me for a while and squinted his eyes

Him: you don't trust me?

Me: yeah well do you blame me?

Him: Anam I would never hurt you

Me: you have me locked up in here Olunje... that's kind of hard to buy given the circumstances

Him: fine. I'll wait outside then

With that he stood up and walked out, locking me inside of cause. He wants me to trust him and yet he continues doing things that make me trust him less and less by the day. I took my clothes off and started washing, when I was done I wore my things again and sat back on the bed waiting for lord knows. I kept thinking about the dream I had about Marcel and I, why did it seem so real? Why did it seem as though we were communicating via dreams? I mean yeah sure I tend to dream of things and they happen but this, this was new to me. It felt like we were connected to each other in a way unimaginable. Could this be true love or me being here is making me wish for things that aren't possible, not even science can explain this. A few minutes later into my thinking, Olunje walked in

Him: I thought you would still be lotioning your body

Me: I'm not one of those girls that take 20 hours to get ready

Him: you lying. You scared of me. You scared I might hurt you

Me: yes actually. What's to stop you from trying anything?

He kept quiet looking like he was processing what I had just said.

Him: fine.

He took the water and walked out with it leaving the door open. A few minutes later the lady from earlier on walked in.

Her: he won't be gone for long. We have to go

Me: you taking me home?

Her: yes, I'm taking you to your mom in exchange of the papers

Me: thank you

With that we walked out, Samke was waiting for us in the lounge with my phone and hers in her hand.

Sam: what took so long?

Lady: she's annoyingly inquisitive

She rolled her eyes at me. Samke took my hand and dragged me behind her to the door

"What are you doing?"

We turned and Olunje was standing by the doorway leading to the lounge

Sam: we have to take her home. We already running late

Lady: we doing something you clearly are not ready to do yet

Sam: Zanele let me handle this one please

Zan: no. Why are you so scared of your son? He's a boy for Christ sake!

Olu: I'm not a boy. I'm a man!

Zan: oh please. A man has the guts to accept that he is not loved. That's a real man and not this thing you call yourself

Sam: Zanele no don't do this