The throne's keeper.

Chapter 8 - 007

Khwezikazi.

It's the fourteenth day of our "honeymoon" and let me tell you it's been one hell of an adventure. Going for countless of shopping, eating lots of food and doing lots of swimming with Saneles international experience it has made things much more easier for us to manuever around and inturn made me enjoy this vacation a lot more.

"We have to come back."
I tell him as he pulls our luggages to the shuttles trunk as he gives me a small smile while he helps the concierge pack our bags into the car.

"I think there are plenty of other places that we should visit other than France. Yes it's a beautiful country but I say we explore more."

"Can we do Greece next time ? I heard its gorgeous around this time of the year."

"How does next week sound ?"

"Woah, slow your horses cow boy... and some of us don't own our own companies, I have work."

"I don't mind putting in a good word for you."
He says as he leads me into the car.

"Please don't interfere with my work I don't think that it' would be responsible for me as an attorney to rock up whenever I want just because I am married to you."

"Not at all. I just think that i like the convenience, being able to have you whenever I want."
He says subtly emphasizing the 'have' and give him a little smile.

"Well we don't always get what we want."

I tell him and he shakes his head and he looks away from me.

We board the flight thirty minutes later we board the jet and we fly back to south Africa leaving behind all the bitter sweet memories as the daunting reality starts to dawn on us.

This is the part where we have to face reality the part where we have to start acting like I haven't forgotten about my life back home. My inlaws, my family, my husband and my life as a new wife to a needy new husband, our pasts and Nkululeko.
And when we land it's like all those problems that I haven't dared to think about flood my mind again.

For days I had forgotten about all of this I have tried not to think about it and now here I am wrecking my brain about my new life.

"You good ?"
He asks as we wait to get off the plain and I look at him again and I give him a small smile and I nod my head.

"I am good."

I feel like wailing.

"Khwezi... look at me."
He asks and I turn my head to stare at him next to me and I find him staring back at me too. With the most sincerest of stares.

"You've been off since we left France, you've been quiet and you've been behaving In anxious mannerisms and that can only mean one thing... your worried about something... talk to me."
He says that last part as more of a command again and my heart reacts with a submission, I've submitted to his command already but I keep fighting It deep inside. My heart tells me to speak to him because he's the only person that's here for me right now but my mind... my mind is still caught up on trying to put these feelings behind me.

"Don't fight it."
He says and I release a sigh.

He's the type to talk you through something, he did this on our wedding day when I was very anxious and my heart was pounding inside of my ears.

He grabbed me by my waist and he pulled me closer to him right before he kissed me with those soft lips of his and boy does he know how to move them.

I have no place left to run, so I have to say it. He's given me no choice.