♥︎Nomfundo♥︎
THE PALACE
IN THE DINING ROOM
10:00
Khethiwe didn't prepare breakfast for us as usual. I assume she must've been angry.
We sat at the breakfast table as afamily without Khethiwe.
Me: (To Qhawe) Where's Khethiwe?
Qhawe: I don't know.
Me: She's your wife, what do you mean you don't know? Vuyokazi!!!
Vuyokazi rushes in the dining room.
Vuyokazi: Ndlovukazi.
Me: Can you get Khethiwe for me, tell her we need to talk.
Vuyokazi: Okay. (Walks upstairs)
Bheki: (To Ayanda) How do you feel, mtanami? {My child?}
Ayanda: I'm tired. You'll bring my food upstairs. (Walks upstairs)
Zenzile: Rude much.
Vuyokazi: (Walks in the dining room) Akekho, Ndlovukazi. Uhambile. {She's not here, my Queen. She left.}
Me: u'Hambile? Kanjani? {Left? How?}
Vuyokazi: Uthathe zonke izinto zakhe, ayikho ngisho ne suitcase yakhe. Uhambile. {She took all her things, the suitcase as well. She left.}
Me: (Looks at Qhawe) Qhawe..
Qhawe: Hai. (Takes his food and Ayanda's food) Ngeke.{Never.} (Walks upstairs)
Zenzile: I'll try to call her. (Walks away)
Hlengiwe: Uhambile u'Thandiwe..{The favourite left..}(sips her tea)
Me: Mxm. (Walks upstairs)
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♥︎Khethiwe♥︎
AT THEMBISA
KHETHIWE'S HOME
IN THE KITCHEN
12:00
I walked in the kitchen and I found my mom busy preparing lunch. She always found peace in the kitchen and if she was preparing a storm it meant two things, dad upset her or we're celebrating.
I hope it's the second one this time. I didn't leave the drama to come home to more drama.
Me: Need help?
She turned and smiled.
Ma: Maybe..uhh, how about you help me with those potatoes. Peel them and dice them.
Me: Okay. You making stew?
Ma: Yes, I was gonna do it for dinner but I have to leave before our dinner.
Me: Leave? Where are you going?
Ma: I'm meeting a client. Work related issues.
Me: Okay.
I washed my hands and started peeling the potatoes.
Me: Why are we cooking up a storm for lunch? You fought with daddy or we celebrating?
Ma: (chuckles) Both. We're celebrating the fact that you're home and I fought with your father.
Me: Why? What was the fight about?
Ma: Stupid grown folks stuff, but we'll sort it out.
Me: Okay.
We continued cooking together as I told her about what I was going through. She gave me advice and told me that I can stay as long as I wanted.
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Khethiwe
General Fiction"She is chosen by the gods, she is the one to be betrothed to the Prince." Ma held my hand as she realised that I was shaking from what we both just heard.
