Azalea The Queen

Azalea

Waking up in my husband's arms was just the best feeling I have ever had to experience. Now, waking up in his arms after we had done what we did last night. Now, that felt amazing. I was a little sore down there because the man made sure that he exhausted me almost the whole entire night.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice was deep, rough and groggy. I melted from just hearing it. Samkelo rubbed his thumb in circular motion on my bare back.

"About your sister?" It was more of a question than an answer. I was nervous about asking him about her. It felt like I was invading some unspoken privacy. Feeling him tense, I suddenly wanted to take back what I said but I wanted to know.

He's so quiet. He's so quiet that I start to think he's not going to say anything.

"Smangele," Her name sounded like anguish in his voice. The way he said her name made me want to fold him and tuck him away from everything bad, from his sorrows. I wrapped my arm around his waist and snuggled closer to him.

"She was reserved and loved to read. She was one of a kind, my best friend." He sighed. I looked up at him, his jaw clenched tightly. I kissed his bare chest, hoping that it at least served as some comfort. "Zwelakhe, Nkululeko, and I always made sure that one of us went wherever she went. She was naive and easily fooled, we knew that just a bodyguard would never be enough for her." He glanced down at me.

I didn't  interrupt him. "One day, Nkululeko was the one who was supposed to accompany her to see her friend. Her friend didn't exactly live in the safest part of town. She loved it there, apparently." His eyes left mine, but I could see the anger in them. "He fucking left her there. He left our naive little sister in that damn place. He couldn't even answer his damn phone. She called 17 times. 17." He seethed.

I closed my eyes. My mind could comprehend what he was going to say before he did. My heart felt his pain. I wanted to cry for her, for him.

"She didn't even know how to take a taxi. They took advantage of her. They led her where they wanted her to be, then they raped her. Left her broken and dead inside." I look up through my blurry eyes, but I'm able to see the hard look on his face. The pain in his eyes, yet he doesn't cry. Still, I comfort him, I crawl on top of him and lay myself over him. I bury my head in the croak of his neck.

"When we found her, it was too late. She had already been broken. She wasn't the same anymore. She was just an empty shell of herself. They took my sister's innocence, they killed her more times than they could count." His voice was hard, it was strained. I wanted to erase every bad memory of his sisters. "She couldn't take it anymore, she killed herself. I was the one who found her, bloody and cut in that bathtub." I could feel the beat of his heart, it was erratic.

"I'm sorry, my love." I was the one crying. I was so heartbroken. People were so cruel. My heart was so painful because I knew someone who did something as despicable as that once. To think his sister was a victim of such.

"They killed my sister maKhumalo." My husband wrapped his arms tightly around my body. I felt him and I knew the minute I felt that teardrop land on my bare shoulder that he had let it out. "And we couldn't find them." I kissed the area under his ear. We laid like that till we fell asleep.

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"Sthandwa sam, I don't think we should see ugogo today. Maybe tomorrow?" I wrap the light green head wrap around my hair, leaving the afro visible on top. My long green, square neck ribbed, knit mermaid hem dress, displays and accentuates my curves and love handles perfectly. I slide on my black Gucci leather thong sandals.

"I won't have time to see her if I don't today, mama." He says as he approaches me from behind. I sigh. I take the small studs on the dressing table and start to put them on my ears. My gaze catches the shiny bracelet that sits perfectly on my wrist. I feel happy,

My husband wraps his arms around my waist from behind making me smile and my heart swell up. God I loved him. I feel my heartbeat beat loudly at that revelation. I loved him. I look at him through the mirror. His gaze met mine as well and at that moment I knew that I was in love with that man. I sigh with a smile on my face.

"Ngabe uhlekani, maKhumalo." He says as he starts to nipple on my neck. I squirm and turn in his arms.

I wonder what you are smiling for.

I wrap my arms around his neck and smile up at him. I look at him, take every little detail of his face. His perfect lips, his thick eyebrows, and sunken eyes. I take everything in. The butterflies erupt all over my body and I can't help myself when I giggle. His eyebrows quirked up in amusement.

"MaKhumalo, kwenzenjani manje?" He rubs his thumb over the area on my waist. His favorite thing to do when he holds me.

"Nothing," I lie. But the smile on my face says otherwise. He shakes his head at me. "Let's go then." Completely forgetting that I didn't want him to visit Grandma after what he had shared with me earlier, I grabbed his hand and walked out with my man.