SASA'S POV_
I came back to res after helping Khaya settle. Petu and I had cooked for them to last a few days. Zimmy would go to school but Khaya would be home for the next two days and we wanted him to rest. He promised not to touch alcohol. Zimmy had all his cards too so he can't go buy anything without her. I trusted him though. I don't think he wants to hurt himself. He looked more lively with us around. Petu and I returned to res. She went to her room to prepare for the week and I did too. Amahle woke up when I arrived. Notha was reading on my bed.
Me: "Good afternoon, beauties."
Ama: "Hi."
Notha: "Hello. How is Khaya?"
Me: "He's fine. Zimmy will be staying with him."
Ama: "Hm." I checked my timetable, fixing my books and clothes as I usually did on Sundays.
Notha: "What are you doing?"
Me: "I like having a handle on my mornings so I'm preparing my clothes according to the weather."
Notha: "You do that every morning?"
Me: "No, only Sundays. I prepare for the whole week. I need to make sure I have clean appropriate clothes. Don't you ?"
Notha: "I have clean clothes delivered weekly. I don't have to worry about that."
Me: "You're blessed. Amahle, it's time to eat. Can I get you fruit?"
Ama: "Yes."
Notha: "I'll get the food. Do you want anything in specific?"
Ama: "No. Just fruit and water."
Notha: "Thembisa?"
Me: "Just water for me, thank you." She walked out. "Why is she being nice?"
Ama: "I don't know." I finished with my things.
Me: "Have you been eNtabeni?"
Ama: "Once. It's Nkosi's private villa. He hates having people there."
Me: "Hm."
Ama: "Why do you ask?"
Me: "Amahle, how long will you be punished? Your ancestors are obviously upset right? But they're not appearing to tell you what to do. So obviously you must go to them and find out. You have to apologize."
Ama: "Apologize?? For the suffering they gave me?!"
Me: "Look, I know it hurts. It's just... I think it's frustrating for you and them because you don't understand and they can't explain. We need to start over-"
Ama: "No!! You don't get it, Thembisa. They created me to only suffer!"
Me: "Then why must I suffer? They didn't create me Amahle!! Why is it that when I walk away from this room, from you, my heart bleeds?!" She hugged her knees, hiding her face. "It's not your fault but we need to reach out to them. I don't even know how." I sat down. This was honestly scary. I had a friend, who had a curse of dying. Now I may have disturbed it and it was affecting me.
Me: "We have to go to eNtabeni. When are the Bathonga people leaving?"
Ama: "I'm not going there."
Me: "Really? You want me to carry you up a mountain?" She looked up at me. "Just give it a try. Please."
Ama: "What if nothing changes? What if they become more angry? You don't understand those spirits and how powerful they are."
Me: "We'll have to risk it then. Come."
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