NKOSI'S POV_
The house we had secured in eMthinomkhulu town belonged to an old lady who had opened her home for us while she went to visit her sister, she probably didn't know I was the one who'd be staying here. The house was thoroughly cleaned and secured yesterday. It looked quite lovely. Better than I thought it would. It was two bedrooms, two bathrooms and a big yard which is great for my security. They would use the large living room as a sleeping space in the evening. I preferred my security to rest when I rest, that's why I brought extra. Half will sleep in the evening while the others keep watch. Then change shifts in the morning but they will sleep at the guesthouse because you can't sleep in the lounge during the day, that's weird. I went to the main bedroom that I'll be using. It was big. I did change the mattress to a new one and bring new Egyptian cotton sheets. Everything was set up within an hour. The room had enough light and space. Mthunzi knocked on the door.
Nkosi: "Yes."
Mthunzi: "You've been staring at that spot for a few minutes now. What's the problem."
Nkosi: "Have you heard from her? Is she coming?"
Mthunzi: "Yes, they're less than two hours away."
Nkosi: "Her phone is off."
Mthunzi: "It is but Qhama says she's fine."
Nkosi: "Why is her phone off if she's fine?"
Mthunzi: "There's cameras in the car, I can see that's she's fine. You need to relax."
Nkosi: "Fine. I need you to distract me."
Mthunzi: "Well, the food has been delivered. Do you want to set up another picnic?"
Nkosi: "No."
Mthunzi: "She loved it the last time. It's a great idea, you did such a good job."
Nkosi: "I don't want to be outside."
Mthunzi: "You whispered to the guards. They'll protect you and her. Nothing will happen."
Nkosi: "Still."
Mthunzi: "Okay. We can set up here then. Do you want to help me pick the roses?"
Nkosi: "The garden here doesn't have roses."
Mthunzi: "We can go to the florist.
Nkosi: "I don't want people to know I'm here yet. The town is already buzzing with excitement. They'll probably break into a song and dance tournament if they spot me picking flowers. What else can I do?" He chuckled.
Mthunzi: "Fine, I'll have the guard fetch the roses." He checked his phone.
Nkosi: "Is she here?"
Mthunzi: "Not yet. Calm down."
Nkosi: "Check her again."
Mthunzi: "Fine. Look, see? She's in the car. She's fine." I looked at his screen. She was staring out the window. What a beautiful woman. Even the side of her face is mesmerizing. "Are you happy now?"
Nkosi: "No. Not until she walks in." I paced the floor.
Mthunzi: "I'll speak to a guard for the flowers."
Nkosi: "Pink. She likes the pink ones."
Mthunzi: "If they don't have them?"
Nkosi: "Red will suffice I guess." I sighed.
Mthunzi: "I'll be back just now so we can go over a bit of work." He walked out. Work was the last thing I wanted to do but I did need the distraction. I went to the kitchen, taking out a tray. I placed the snacks carefully one by one.
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