Ndlovukazi: His queen

Chapter Twelve (Part II)

SANELE

"Congratulations on your engagement," Mr khumalo says pulling me into a side hug."Bekukuhle ukuhlangana nawe ntokazi." He walked.

"He seems nice." Khumo said watching Mr khumalo walking away.

"Don't be fooled by all of that none of the people in here are anything close to nice." I said.

After several minutes of silence, she finally spoke. "I've also heard that they are cold, heartless and kill with no mercy," Her deceptively pleasant voice could've sliced through butter. "And your proving that rumor to be true."

"Atleast now you know who your dealing wife." I mocked softly. I reached for her waist and Khumo's body tensed. "Smile for the people." I ushered her to our table were Nkosi and Zanele were already seated.

Under normal circumstances I would've liked khumo she's beautiful, intelligent and she's everything a man needs and wants in a woman. But it's a pity she happens to be Tau Modise's and she's an enemy.

"So have you found any leads with regards to what happened yesterday." Khumo whispers.

"I wouldn't say it's a lead but we've got one of the guys that were involved held in our basement." I said giving her truth.

I don't know why I'm even telling her this probably because I'm bored and she's seems like get company even though Nkosinathi is right across us.

Hope flashes in her brown eyes. "That's good right.

I hate to pop her little bubble but I have to.
"He's not giving us anything even when we torture him." Reluctantly, I drag my gaze back to her face.

"Of course he's not going to say anything," she says laughing and it was angelic I just wanted to keep her laughter in a box for me to hear it and nobody else. "Keep torturing him eventually he'll crack." Something flashes in her eyes.

"And the moment you all been waiting for it's finally time to announce our business man of the year," The MC announced. "Can I get a drum roll please and the man of the hour is none other than Sanele Ndlovu."

To be honest I hate being in the spotlight and dealing with PR and now I would have to deal with annoying journalists once word goes out tonight that I'm engaged.

Glancing around, I see the crowd clapping even khumo I finally make it up on stage to accept my award and prepare my speech.

"Hello everyone, firstly I would like to thank everyone that contributed to me winning this award and I'd like to also thank a special lady in my life," I said glancing towards khumo."Phakama mkami bangakubona."

Translate: Get up my wife so they can see you.

The color drained out of her face but she finally stood up shyly. I motioned her to come onto the stage.

"I guess it's true when they say "He who finds a good wife finds a good thing." and you my love have been nothing but a blessing in my life." When she looks up at me her gaze is surprisingly soft.

She's acting and she's pretty good kinda convincing I could say.

My wife flashes her million dollar fake smile. "I'm so proud of you and the man your becoming." She plants a kiss on cheek as she embraces me in a hug.

I flash her a faint smile.

The crowd applauded and cheers in unison as I concluded my speech. She flashed me smile as she also applauded.

She made it look so easy and real. We slowly descended off stage and back to our table.

The rest of night went by quickly with guests disappearing indicating that it was time for us to go home. Soon the room was empty.

Khumo

As I sat in the car, his words replayed in my mind but I had to remember that none of this is real, my eyes stayed glued my ring.

He had a choice to kill my family but he chose to get married, something about this marriage doesn't make sense. I need to know which of them is lying is it Sanele or my father.

But one thing I know is that I wasn't ready for what I might discover or the lies that may lie ahead.

We driving back in silence not the awkward kind but the kind where you can hear yourself think. Sanele is in the driver's seat and I'm on the passenger side don't know where the driver who drove was at.

Suddenly the car is lurched foward and my head hit the dashboard.

"What the fuck was that?" I whipped my head to the side trying to see what we'd hit.

Did we hit a cow?

"There's a gun under your seat not sure if you can but just try not to get fucking killed," He ordered. "Kunomuntu ofuna ukuhlangana namadlozi ngaphambi kwesikhathi." He growled the last part, looking at the side mirror.

Translate: There's someone who wants to meet their ancestors before time.

Having a dad like mine you are bound to know how to hold a gun and shoot your target. Dad thought it was fit to teach us about all of that guess his teachings are about to manifest here right now.

It was time to take back my power, what happened at the store I don't know who that woman was who froze when she saw a gun pointed at her but know that she wasn't me. I am Khumo Modise-Ndlovu and I'm claiming back my power.

I clock my gun. "This should be fun." I mutter as Sanele opens the sunroof. "Drive steady okay." I say as our eyes meet, they were filled with fury and fear.

I was he scared of the fact that I might get hurt and die or is he scared of his life depends on me?

Once my leg is on the leather seat and my other is on the center counsel it's game time.

"Try to stay alive.," He grits and I just nod.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Congratulations to our couple Khumo and sanele

I'm just waiting for an invite to the wedding and I want front row seat

See you in the next chapter