BEING A WIFE OF A PRISONER

Chapter 39

NARRATOR

Busi walked around Pep admiring baby clothes. The baby fever was slowly sinking on her and she loved each and every minute of it. She smiled seeing the little socks and vest. It was too early for her to start buying clothes and besides she didn’t know which gender she was having. One hand on the items while the other one went to hold her stomach. 5 months more to go before she could welcome this bundle of joy. She placed the items down and walked to the counter. Luckily for her the was no queue so she walked straight in and purchased the some sweets and chocolates. Her sweet tooth was her worst nightmare these days because she had to feed her cravings. She walked out of the store opening the packet of Maynard’s and three two in her mouth. She crushed the slip in her hand ready to throw it but bump into someone.

Busi: Sorry.

She murmured raising her head and locked eyes with Kagiso. She clicked her tongue.

Busi: If you think I’m stalking you just know that this is not your father’s mall. It’s a public place and I have every right to go to any public place just like you.

She pushed him out of the way and marched to the taxi rank leaving Kagiso dumbfounded. He shook his head and continue walking making his way to the parking lot while Busi navigated her way to the taxi rank. Seeing that man just makes her blood boil. Who does he think be is? She clicked her tongue and jumped in the taxi and sat in the front seat.

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Aza paid the driver and stepped out of the cab.

Aza: Please wait for me. I won’t be long.

Driver: You’ll find me waiting on the parking lot ma’am .

She her way to Sandile’s room and found him sleeping. She placed the bag she packed in top of the chair and kissed his lips. Sandile flipped his eyes open and looked at her swollen eyes.

Aza: Hey.

Sandile: What are you doing here?

He coldly muttered causing Aza to swallow hard. The man was still Angry which was understand. She was wrong for overreacting. Maybe if she gave him time to explain they won’t be here now.

Aza: I brought your toiletries.

Sandile: Where is my phone?

Aza: The screen cracked.

Sandile: How many times will you keep breaking my things?

Aza: Sorry?

Sandile: Firstly it was my car, my leg and now my phone.

Tears welled in Aza’s eyes.

Aza: I’ll replace your phone. Your car might take me years to repair it but if you give me time I’ll eventually repair it. I’ll take care of you until your leg is back in shape.

Sandile breathed out.

Sandile: I never said replace them.

Aza fakes a smile while a tear rolled down her cheek.

Aza: You didn’t have to but I got your statement loud and clear.

Sandile: Don’t put words in my mouth.

Aza: I’m sorry.

Sandile: Stop saying that because you’re not.

Aza: I really am. I didn’t mean for what to happened to happen.

Sandile: What were you intensions? We’re they to kill me?

Aza widen her glossy eyes.

Aza: What? No, I’ll never do that to you.