QUEEN OF DIAMONDS

CHAPTER 55

After Jessica's little stunt I couldn't focus on anything else so I immediately went to the airport so I could fly into Durban earlier and spend more time with Keabetswe. Her speaking yesterday -even though what she said was utter nonsense- gives me hope that she's slowly getting better. She looks surprised to see me, probably because I'm early but she lets me in nonetheless. "Hi, I brought sushi," I say and put the takeaway bag on the table. She gives me a sad smile before sitting on the couch. I know what she's thinking, I'm the only one who'll eat it. "Have you eaten today?" I ask loosening my tie and she nods. We've come to an agreement where she eats once a day so that she'll be able to take her pills. Abongiwe, her attendant, makes sure of it. I sigh in disappointment, I thought we were making progress. But I'm also not going to rush her, she needs to heal on her own terms. We sit in silence until it gets dark, you would think it's gets boring but it really doesn't. I want her to be okay and I certainly will not force her to be. "You look tired. You should get some rest, I'll see you tomorrow," I say getting up. "Okay," she says weakly and I smile. I walk over to her and kiss her forehead. She grabs my arm as I walk away. "Wait," she says and I turn. She takes something out of her hoodie's pocket and hands it to me. My smile widens, ucu. "You made it?" I asked slightly surprised and she smiles as she nods. "Thank you. I love it. K'mele me ungifake lona ke, MaMoloi. Sisho njalo isiZulu," I say handing it back to her. She rolls her eyes but takes it nonetheless. She puts it on me and I smile again, it really is beautiful. She stands up and does something that surprises me. She gives me a quick kiss on my lips before wrapping her arms around me and leaning on my chest. "Happy birthday Mkhize," she whispers.
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There's a car covered with a black cloth parked in my parking spot when I get home at around 11pm and I call one of the guards over. "Sho bozza yami," he said through the car window. "Sho. And then? Whose car is this?" I asked. "Ehh, it got delivered here today. It was addressed to you, bozza yami. There was... another thing too," he said the last part slowly and I raised my eyebrows. "What other thing?" I asked. "Eish , ngcono uziclockele wena bozza. Kulapha ngaphakathi," he said and I sighed. I thanked him before killing the engine and stepping out. I walked around the car and saw there was a bow on the front hood. Oh bawo. I lifted the cloth off and laughed. It was a McLaren 5SO5, there were only 3 of them in the world and I loved it the first time I ever saw it in the car magazines Siyabonga is always reading. I run my hand over its matte black exterior and walk around to the drivers side. I try to peek in but the windows are too heavily tinted for me to see and it's also dark out here. I walk inside with the intentions of asking Busi for the car keys but stop mid sentence when something on the hallway table catches my eye. I stop and walk closer to it. It's a gold trophy, with a bunch of white roses inside. Must be those annoying flowers that everyone keeps sending over. I open the card anyways so I can let her know who sent them over when I see her tomorrow but I'm surprised when I read it.

To umyeni of the year,
Happy birthday my love! You deserve everything the world can possibly offer and obviously only the best. So, 'this is for the time you gave me flowers, AND I WANNA SAY THANK YOU INCASE I DON'T THANK YOU ENOUGH!' I love you so much baby! Enough for you to take me out to dinner tonight at The Casa :)
Sincerely, the wife to the husband of the year.

I laugh and look at the trophy again. There's an inscription of the base and I bend over to read it. ANDILE MKHIZE. HUSBAND OF THE MILLENNIUM. I know she planned this months ago, but still I can't help but swoon at the gesture. There's a small white box next to the flowers and I open it and find the keys. There's also another note beneath them: take it for a spin, and try not to die again:). I laugh out loud before going outside to unlock the car. This is when I notice the personalized number plates and I laugh. DADDY, man I love my wife. I open the door and I can't help but smile again. The leather seats were a rich cream white color, with my initials 'AM' embossed in gold on the headrests. I get in and start the car, now to take it for a spin.