NKOSI'S POV_
My morning started off with a busy itinerary. I had a virtual meeting with the construction manager eMthinomkhulu building the community centre. They were almost done. Perhaps I could drive down with Thembisa during the weekend and we can see her parents. This will be amazing. I walked out of my office, going upstairs to see my wife. She's probably done with her assignment, and studying now. I entered our room, finding her in her desk, packing up.
Nkosi: "Good afternoon my love."
Sasa: "Hi baby." I kissed her, hugging her close.
Nkosi: "How's your day been?"
Sasa: "Tiring but at least I've finished my assignment. I'll start studying at 4. How was yours?"
Nkosi: "Great. It's time for us to eat now. My baby is hungry."
Sasa: "Indeed he is." She put her shoes, and I led her out the room holding her hand.
Nkosi: "How do you feel about us going down to eMthinomkhulu for a visit this weekend?"
Sasa: "Really?"
Nkosi: "Yes. I want to see the progress of the community centre and the roads are done. I need to do inspections. The shopping centre is also under construction."
Sasa: "Zanele says everyone is excited. She's been bugging me for a clothing shop." I chuckled.
Nkosi: "There'll be a few." We walked down the stairs. I heard what sounded like crying, which was very strange because Thembisa was right next to me. "I wonder who's that." We walked over to the lounge. The twins were on the couch, Nhlanhla crying, Nkwenkwezi trying to console her.
Nkosi: "What's going on?"
Nkwe: "We can't find Mother."
Nkosi: "Can't find her? How?"
Nkwe: "She's not in the palace bhuti."
Nkosi: "Maybe she went shopping. Why is she crying?"
Nkwe: "She didn't. Mother told her they'd be leaving last night. She never came to fetch her. We've searched the whole house, twice. She's gone."
Nkosi: "The whole house Nkwenkwezi? You? Twice?" She stared at me sarcastically. "Nkwenkwezi do you realize how big this palace is?"
Nkwe: "She's nowhere here."
Nkosi: "Okay. I'll look for her."
Sasa: "I'll find Amahle. Perhaps she knows." She went back up. I looked for my father. This had him written all over it. I found him in the garden, having a tea.
Nkosi: "Father."
King: "Nkosinhle."
Nkosi: "Where is my mother."
King: "Upstairs reading, why do you ask?"
Nkosi: "My other mother."
King: "In my room." He sipped his tea.
Nkosi: "Doing what there?"
King: "She's my wife?"
Nkosi: "I don't think that's why she's there, father."
King: "Okay."
Nkosi: "Fine." I walked back into the palace.
King: "Nkosinhle Mehluli Sikhosana!!" I walked up to his wing. His room was furthest down the passage. I tried opening his door, thinking he had the decency to lock it but nope. It was unlocked. I stepped in his enormous spacious bedroom. Right there in the middle, my mother sat on the chair, unmoving.
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The Royals: A Kings Heart
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