Azalea The Queen

Azalea

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I scoffed as I walked right past them. I had seen them, and I knew they saw me. What I didn't have was the time for whatever it was that was going on between them. I just couldn't understand why she was here, and why they seemed so suspicious. Didn't he say they met by coincidence to me?

"Azalea, babe-" I threw him the hardest glare I could muster. He tried to touch me but I held my hand to stop him. "It's not what you think, just listen to me," He sounded angry, but I knew that anger wasn't directed at me.

"Sam, my parents are inside, they will tell your mother about our situation." Missy decided to talk, just loud enough for me to hear. I turned with blazing eyes at the Prince. They had a situation, a situation she said. Samkelo ignored her as he chased after me. I upped my steps, I wanted to make it to the room and lock myself in it.

But he caught up with me as soon as I got inside our room.

"Azalea, can you just wait for a second and listen to me, please?" It came out more like a stern demand. I turned around facing him. He seemed pleased with that.

"Whatever it is you thinking, don't." He walked a step closer, but I took one back. That angered him and he clenched his jaw.

"What am I thinking, Sam?" I mocked him. He tilted his head in warning. I didn't care that I was agitating him. What about me? I was also angry. "That you lied to me about your little girlfriend, or that you think I'm stupid enough to believe yet another lie that will come from you?" I scoffed.

"Don't call me that." He warned. Is that what he cared about? He closed his eyes and took a breath. "I'm going to tell you something, but you need to-" Then I remembered something else I heard.

"She said her parents are inside...Qaba" I closed my eyes as bells went off in my head.
"Amanda Qaba?" I exhaled. Something clicked. That's why Mrs. Qaba reacted that way to my introduction, why she was so rude and nasty the whole time around me? Her daughter was supposed to be his wife.

"Are you taking a second wife? Samkelo you better

"Mama, ngicel'ungilalele. Ngiyazama la, ngifun'ukchazela kabanzi ukuthi kwenzakalani." His voice turned into something rougher, deeper, and more authoritative. I turned my suspicious eyes up at him.

Please listen to me. I'm trying here, I want to explain to you exactly what is going on.

My husband took a precautionary step, I didn't move this time because the look of warning he was giving me was enough to keep me rooted in one place.

"Musa ukuthi ngikhuluma nawe uhambe, angisiyona ingane yakho mina, yangizwa Makhumalo? Asizwane nje lapho." I looked down, his stern eyes burned mine. When I didn't answer back, he grabbed my chin gently and made me look at him.

Don't you ever walk away from me when I talk to you, I'm not your child, do you hear me Makhumalo? Let's understand just that.

"Siyazwana, mama?" I nodded.

Am I clear, mama?

"Into ezokwenzeka ke manje, ukuthi ngizokhuluma Makhumalo. Wena ke, uzongilalela, futhi ngeke uphinde uthi ngikhuluma, ukhulume nawe." His face was full-on hard, his tone reprimanding. This was a side of him I wasn't aware of nor familiar with.

What's going to happen now is that I'll speak Makhumalo. You'll listen to me, and you won't ever speak when I'm speaking.

Meekly, I nodded my head. His thumb brushed the top of my chin as if to say, good girl. I never thought I was the submissive type, well until that very moment. There was just something that commanded my attention and submission when he spoke like that.

"Amanda is my ex, and that couple inside are her parents." I desperately wanted to say something, but for better judgment, I kept shut. "The Qabas and the royal family have been doing business for a long time now. Long enough that their children grew up together and formed relations." He took my hands in his big ones.

I didn't pull them away, but I did look away from him. That warmth invaded my senses as I got engulfed in his cologne and body wash.

"Some relations failed, but the Qaba and Zulu families kept doing business together and remained friends. Amanda's parents are here because they have a misconception of something their daughter failed to clarify." He looked down at me, and his other hand came to my face as his fingers eased the deep frown between my eyes.

"Amanda is pregnant, and they think I'm the father." I yanked my hands from his hold and resisted the urge to walk away to the bathroom. Instead, I took a step back and folded my arms under my breasts. "I am not the father. Don't do that, mama." He pleaded this time. Desperation radiating from his voice, desperation for me to believe him.

"Why would they think you are the father of her baby?" My voice was quiet, yet the suspicion couldn't be missed in it.

"The recent pictures of Amanda and I led to this whole misconception." He grunted. I didn't know how to feel about it all. My husband's ex-girlfriend was pregnant and her parents thought my husband is the one who got their daughter knocked up. And here I was, standing before my husband trying to be understanding but I just couldn't.

"We have to tell them the truth, I don't care about your- about her. If you are not the father, then they must know." I concluded. He sighed, taking a step closer and cupping my face.

"We'll do that, that's what Amanda was here for when she heard her parents had taken the liberty to come here and deliver this news to my family." He dipped down to kiss me but I turned my face so he kissed the corner of my lips. He sighed. "I'll fix it, she's going to tell the truth today and we'll go back to our lives, okay?"

I reluctantly nodded my head.

We looked at each other, lost in this trance that seemed to pull me in the more I looked into his eyes. Then the door flew open, and an angry Queen barged in.

"Samkelo Zulu, how could you!?"