PETU'S POV _
Monday morning I woke up early to help Siza with the kids. Their nanny would arrive at 8 to take care of them so I can attend my online lectures in my room. After the kids were ready. I made some breakfast while Siza bathed. Her husband walked in the front door. He looked at me.
Petu: "Good Morning."
Jackson: "Hi." He walked to his room. When I'd finished my breakfast, I went to take a shower and dress up in just a simple grey tracksuit. A white t-shirt and socks. I tidied up my room, leaving for the kitchen. Siza was feeding the baby, the kids sitting in their seats eating. No matter what was going on, my sister was an amazing mother. How she managed to raise well mannered, sweet babies when she herself lost her mother at a young age is just inspiring. As toddlers are, there's always chaos but she never lost her temper with them. Always gentle and kind.
Siza: "Done. That's good baby. Now you can watch your Bumble bee friends. Say Good morning aunty." I chuckled taking the baby from her. "I don't know where their nanny is. She's usually here by this time."
Petu: "Its not even 8. Don't worry."
Siza: "Yes, it's almost 8 I need to get going and you need to attend school."
Petu: "The kids are quiet Siza. It's just one morning, I'll be fine."
Siza: "Still Pet-"
Petu: "Please go. You'll be back by early afternoon."
Siza: "Okay." She went to fetch her bag. I gave the baby her bottle, while rocking her in my arms. She was sleepy already. "Alright, I'm out. Jackson is in his office, working. Mia, Miles, please be quiet my little angels. Daddy is working okay?" They nodded. Someone knocked on the door. "That must be her. Thank God." She rushed to the door. "Uhm, hello?" A man's voice spoke on the other side.
Man: "Is Petunia home? She has a visitor."
Siza: "What visitor?" I walked to the door. This was a Biyela guard. What was going on?
Man: "The prince would like to speak to her." Siza looked at me.
Siza: "Your man is here." Yoh, I don't have time to be dealing with Mnqobi when I have enough stress with my father who can't be found.
Petu: "He's not my man. Please tell him to leave."
Siza: "Don't you want to at least talk to him?"
Petu: "No." She sighed, walking out. I closed the door and watched from the window. Mnqobi was leaning on the car, with his hands in his pockets. Dressed in a full suit. Did he have to look so damn sexy? Siza spoke to him for a while. I couldn't hear what was being said but hopefully he leaves soon. I took the sleeping baby to her cot that was in the lounge and laid her down. The kids had their colouring books and crayons, with the TV volume on low. Siza walked back in.
Siza: "Yoh Petunia, this man of yours says he's not leaving until you see him. I don't have time for this. Please go talk to him." She walked back out. I followed her out. She got in her car and drove off. I stood in front of Mnqobi, my heart floating at the sight of him. I missed him so much. I'd avoided going on social media and looking at his profile. Or even the pictures on my phone but refused to delete.
Mnqobi: "My gorgeous butterfly." Those gorgeous butterflies were in my stomach.
Petu: "What do you want Prince Mnqobi?"
Mnqobi: "I want you to love me back."
Petu: "That's not going to happen."
Mnqobi: "Baby, I'm sorry. I know I should've said something. I don't have an excuse. I was just being selfish."
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