The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 75

MTHUNZI'S POV_

I walked back into my house, coming from the beach. What Zwe did for Nkosi was great. The rekindle of their friendship was something Nkosinhle really needed. Although he won't be needing me as much, he would be in a good space. I checked the bedroom, Busi was still sleeping. My phone rang, it can only be Nkosi. I answered, having a short conversation with Thembisa about flowers for Busi until she hung up. Best time to start breakfast. I made some pancakes from scratch, putting them in the oven to keep warm. I tidied up the kitchen as well. I cleaned the lounge area quietly then sat down to watch some TV. I was resisting the urge to check up on Sibonelo. Busi walked out the bedroom about an hour later.

Busi: "Hi baby."

Mthunzi: "Sthandwa Sam." She sat on top of me, kissing my face.

Busi: "Why are you up, sitting alone?"

Mthunzi: "I had to run a quick errand then come make you breakfast."

Busi: "Hmm. And I'm starving." I chuckled.

Mthunzi: "Your pancakes are in the oven. Should I make you some tea?" She giggled.

Busi: "Yes please baby." I put her on the couch and went to make tea and plate her pancakes putting it all on a tray then giving to her. "Thank you. You're not eating?"

Mthunzi: "Not yet love. Maybe around 10."

Busi: "Hm." She nodded with a mouthful of pancake, syrup dripping on her chin. I kissed it off her. "These are good."

Mthunzi: "I can see from your face. What do you want to do today?"

Busi: "You don't have work?"

Mthunzi: "Not until tomorrow morning."

Busi: "Okay, since we spent all day in bed yesterday. How about we do some painting in the back yard? We haven't made a new portrait together in months."

Mthunzi: "You always say I ruin your paintings."

Busi: "Because you do but I love it. Come, we need to change our lounge paintings."

Mthunzi: "Again? I really like these ones."

Busi: "This season is passed baby. They're too bright." I lived with this woman for years to know I won't win. She loves design, painting, decorating. It kept her busy and happy. I don't know how many times a year our "aesthetic" has to change. The current theme is seasons I suppose. Last year was what again? "Babe?"

Mthunzi: "What colours were you thinking?"

Busi: "Let's count to three and say the first colour that comes to mind when I say Autumn transitioning to Winter." I chuckled. A fight is brewing.

Mthunzi: "okay."

Busi: "1, 2, 3. White."

Mthunzi: "Green." I smiled. She stared at me.

Busi: "Babe. What part of green, looks like winter? Winter is bare. Green is full of colour."

Mthunzi: "I'm bad at this game but love, we've never had green in the living room."

Busi: "But green is for..."

Mthunzi: "Autumn! Come on baby. Admit, I got it right. Green is full of colour, white is bare. Green is the autumn, white is the winter." She sighed.

Busi: "Okay. Let's try it. But we need to swatch some green tones. We don't want something that will clash." She got up, walking to her office. I took her dishes to the kitchen. "You might be on to something." She came back with her paint box filled with different acrylic paints.