A rich kid from a criminal family pretends to be...... not that, to get a single father police officer to fall for him.
Nathaniel Negus Hakim
Yanga Makhaya
Amyoli MakhayaYanga buckled his police utility belt. He was late for work and he also had to take his nephew and son to school.
"Xhanti! Take your bags and wait for me on the verandah!" He yelled but got no response.
He looked out the window while putting on his shirt. They usually like to wait for him by the gate. He did see them. He ran out of the house without even buttoning his uniform shirt. His hand was placed on the gun in his belt. The kids were going against everything he and his brother had taught them. His nephew Xhanti was standing outside the gate in front of a stranger who held his son Alakhe.
"Put my son down." He said as calmy as he could while he held the gate open.
The man was clearly not from the township and here he was in the morning while school children were still going to school. It was most likely a human trafficker and here his children were playing with him like he was father Christmas (Santa Claus).
"Good morning Constable Makhaya." The stranger smiled widely at him making Yanga more uneasy.
"Put my child down." Nate noticed the hand with the gun grip around the grip and hover around the trigger. Clearly Yanga didn't play about his children. He gently put the boy down. He didn't even know the man had kids.
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Humorhomosexual oneshots. Most of the characters are Xhosa and all their names have meaning, also some lines are written in the language so feel free to ask for an interpretation. It also would be cool if you left a comment.