NKOSI'S POV_
Something suspicious was happening in this house. I leave for one morning. One.
Nkosi: "Where is she?"
Nobantu: "Who are you talking about, my son?"
Nkosi: "Amahle. She left didn't she?"
Nobantu: "We can't keep her from making her own decisions Mehluli." I walked to my office. Mthunzi came in after me.
Nkosi: "You knew."
Mthunzi: "What did I know?"
Nkosi: "Amahle!! You sent her back there! After I specifically said to you not to!"
Mthunzi: "Nkosi, I-"
Nkosi: "No! You disobeyed my word Mthunzi. You disobeyed my instruction." I stormed out the office to the car. The guard drove me to the city, the residence. I'll have her dragged out kicking and screaming if I have to. What will Thembisa say when she sees her? I wouldn't know now would I? Sometimes I can really just be an asshole to my own self. As soon as we moved 10 minutes close to the city, I dialed her number without a second thought.
Thembisa: "Hello?"
Nkosi: "Thembisa." Silence swept over the phone. Instant regret started to swell in my heart.
Thembisa: "Hi."
Nkosi: "How are you?"
Thembisa: "I'm well. How are you?"
Nkosi: "Are you home?"
Thembisa: "Yes." Fuck. Chances are, she's seen Amahle. That rascal. Why couldn't she just sit still?
Nkosi: "May I please see you?" More silence. I waited.
Thembisa: "Yes."
Nkosi: "Please come outside."
Thembisa: "Okay." I hung up. The driver parked across the road, away from the entrance. I waited once more, tapping my finger on the door impatiently. What was taking so long? It took almost 10 minutes before the door opened. She climbed in next to me, closing the door. I looked at her, really glad to see her face.
Thembi: "Hello."
Nkosi: "Good afternoon." Then she kept quiet. What the hell was going on? How do you have a conversation with someone who refuses to talk to you? Okay, I sound like a hypocrite. "How was your day?"
Thembi: "It was okay. How was yours?"
Nkosi: "Horrible."
Thembi: "Sorry to hear that."
Nkosi: "Do you want to tell me why you're ignoring me?" She looked at me, confused.
Thembi: "I'm ignoring you?"
Nkosi: "That's what I said."
Thembi: "I wasn't ignoring you. You just stopped calling and sending me messages."
Nkosi: "I last spoke to you on Monday. I tried calling you that night and you ignored my calls. Didn't call me back the next day and I thought you just didn't want to talk to me."
Thembi: "Why wouldn't I want to talk to you Nkosinhle?"
Nkosi: "Then why aren't you calling?"
Thembi: "I had to delete your number and messages because my mother wanted to go through my phone. If she found out I even had anything to do with you our whole village would've known by sunset."
Nkosi: "Oh." Fuck I feel so stupid.
Thembisa: "You really thought I'd just cut off communication out of the blue for no reason?"
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