The throne's keeper.

Chapter 17 - Gumede mess.

Khwezikazi.

"I am having a difficult time figuring out the messaging of your outfit."

"What's wrong with this outfit ?"
I ask him as I stare back at the mirror looking to understand what he's implying by saying this.

"It's too modest, I can't see either ends of your body."

"It's church."

"So ?"

"So I dress appropriately."

"If I wanted a couger, I'd have insisted on marrying one long ago."

"So your saying I am dressed like a couger ?"

"I'm saying that your not dressed like a young, gorgeous sexually liberated woman."
He argues and I smile before I turn around and I stare at him and he shakes his head before he takes a seat on one of the couches and he looks at me again.

"You think I am gorgeous and sexy ?"

"Khwezi you know I think more of you than that. Significantly way more, I just don't think that outfits suits you."

" I don't want to embarass your mother at church I don't like these outfits either but I am doing this for peace sake."

"Which makes sense, but I am man too, sometimes I want to admire you from afar and think about what I'd do to you when I get back, just anything to get me through today's service really and I genuinely need that distraction...."

I start to laugh at his honesty and how frustrated he seems just thinking about this.

"Don't think about delaying because I've been told that you'd adopted that habit everytime you need to pitch to church."

He chews down on one of the snacks and he furrows his brows.

"Who told you that?"

"Your mother."
I tell him while I take out my phone from my vanity and I scroll to my chats with his mother.

"See ? 'Don't let Sanele trick you into turning up late he's developed a habit of that yank him by the nose if you have too."
I quote word for word and he shakes his head.

"Mah is just exaggerating. I only do that when its Easter because I know that their probably going to Baptise peoples children and do holy cimmunion and have us come back for second service after the initial four hour service. Who does that ?"

He explains in clear annoyance and I start to laugh at how serious he's taking this.

"Well I mean your mother wants us there and i dont think anybody wants to be there either. But this is good reason for me to be in church I haven't been there since my mother died."
I tell him as I turn around and I look for another dress as he goes quiet on the other side of the room.

He stands his huge body up and he walks across the room until he is stood very closely to me and he stares down at me with softened eyes and an equally gentle stare. He gets like this whenever the topic of my mother comes up.

He pity's and I hate this. I look away from him and I continue to peruse through my dresses.

"It's going to be a year since she passed away soon."
He says and I nod my head at him.

"I know."

"And your family is in as much pain as you are."

"I know..."

"It doesn't make sense for you to still continue to keep them out of your life."
He soflty says and I stop flicking through my clothes for a little bit.