There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
Ayize Gxarha, a poised conservative psychiatrist who meets the roguish Qaphela Makhathini due to unforeseen circumstances...
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𝓐 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻...
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁, black coffee in my cup heats my lips as I take a final sip before setting it on the small porch table beside me.
I watch my eldest son, Uyanda as he engrosses himself in the wonders of our farm. We grow richer and more flavourful vegetables than anything a fine dining has ever presented me with. The fruit we grow is insanely juicy and sweet. There isn't a day that I wonder what we'd be eating or what groceries we'd be needing.
For the most part, our food is planted, grown, and harvested on our land. Our herd of cattle provides us with milk and meat. The innumerable chickens we own keep our egg cartons full.
It was six months ago when I gained the ranch back to my name. I didn't even think twice about moving here. Away from the busy world and the city. My amazing wife is and always had been supportive of the decisions I made for this family. She voluntarily decided to stop practicing as soon as she gave birth to Qaphelani. We both saw no need for her to work. Considering our current standard of living. It was also my main goal in life; To cater and work for my family's needs.
"Tatakhe," the delicacy of my wife's voice startles me.
"Baby?" I face her, giving her my undivided attention. She agitatedly glances at her Patek Philippe Calatrava time piece before lifting her eyes to meet mine.
"Please hold him, I need to prepare Tumi for her bedtime. We're way off routine." She explains, handing me a knocked out Qaphelani. My wife is obsessed with routines and things being done a certain way. Pure perfectionism is what she lives by. Another reason why we had to "let go" of three nannies, and that's just me putting it in a nice way.
"Is she still watching that British snorting pig programme?" I plague, referring to Reitumetse. Reitumetse is my 1 year six months old daughter whom I share with Barileng. With Tumi, DNA tests were a waste of time and resources. She was my replica, just like Qaphelani. However, she is very much fiesty and assertive, just like Barileng. Speaking of Barileng, co-parenting with her has been quite the extreme sport.
"You think you're funny neh?" She teases before kissing Qaphelani's forehead.
"I love you!" I shout as she heads back inside.
"Thandwa ndim myeni wam." She yells back, flaunting my assets. This pregnancy has made her fuller. Though she hated the weight gain our second pregnancy came with, I loved it.
I kiss the top of Qaphelani's head. His hair is very full and thick at just 10 months. Never in my entire existence have I seen a Zulu boy with this much hair. It's some crazy shit! Qaphelani was born healthy, weighing 3,4 kilograms at birth. With hooded eyelids and skin like mine. As his features began to form, we always wondered if Ayize had even shown up to his genetic pool party. I'd hit every marker, leaving her hopeless.
