A Forbidden Love story...
No one wants to see them together. Whenever they're around each other, all hell let's loose and chaos erupts everywhere they go.
Naledi Minentle Mxenge
Her parent's love died before it was given the chance too bloom, she w...
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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 33
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"
I'll come and check up on you tonight, Ona's orders" Rea says from the other side of the phone before hanging up, of course it is.
Ona has been asking Rea to come and check up on me on random parts of the day for the past few weeks. I'm now thirty weeks pregnant and Ona's coming back next week since Koko's getting much better.
I feel and look huge, my feet barley fit into anything other than my uggs. My belly looks like it's about to pop any second, my nose has grown twice it's size and my hands are swollen. Just six more weeks left until my babies are here.
I just got out of class and I'm now soaking myself since my entire body's aching and I felt uncomfortable. I get out, wrapping my towel around my body and making my way towards my closet, getting dressed.
I make my way to the living room, before I can sit down. My phone rings. I pick it up, frowning.
Me: Hello?
Mama: Entle, Ke ntatao, o sepetlele
Me: Mama, what are you talking about?
Mama: He's unresponsive, his pulse is slowly dropping, Minentle... He's dyi-
I quickly hang up before she can finish that statement, my father is not dying. I slowly sit down, clutching onto my phone, he's not dying. I take shallow breathes in and out before quickly dialling his number and pressing my phone up against my ear as I stand up, pacing around the room.
I bite my pinkie, waiting for him to answer. "Naledi?" He answers, sounding worried. "... S-Samkelo..." I find myself answering. I bite the inside of my cheek. "I-Ahhhhh" I cut myself off with an excruciating scream.
My phone slips from my hold, I clutch onto my abdomen and looks down as blood streams down my thighs. I try reaching for my phone but end up falling to the floor, as black dots fill my vision.
