The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 135

Four days later..

SIBONELO'S POV_

It was a cool Saturday. I'd had a demanding work week. Khaya, Mnqobi and Zimmy started their exams. Zwe and I had to distribute the work between us. I took over Khaya and Zimmy's, Zwe helped with Khaya's and took over Bi-motive Mnqobi's duties. He was also interviewing a few candidates for the hospital management position. It would be a board of five for all major decisions and then only one person running the day to day activities. Today was Jackson's memorial. This didn't interest me in any way but I only went to support Sizani. She's been through alot and kept a brave face throughout. His family didn't come. They were all the way across the world and couldn't make it yet insisted that his body be sent to his home country. How insane? If they want the body, they'll come dig for it in the ground. Jackson may have been a smart man. Even though he got Siza to sign a prenup. His estate fell to his children, well the first two. He hadn't yet added the last born baby. Everything would be liquidated and held by a trust, with an appointed attorney. Only releasing a specified monthly payment for school and necessities. The memorial was boring. Apart from supporting a friend, I wanted an excuse to see the mother of my child. She wore a beige straight cut dress that shaped her body in a sexy way. Her belly wasn't yet showing. Zimmy was starving my child, surely. After the memorial, which was held in his house, I went to the kitchen. The girls were sorting the refreshments.

Zimmy: "Hey."

Sibo: "Mama."

Zimmy: "Let me guess. You're hungry."

Sibo: "Starving, mama."

Zimmy: "Okay. The food is ready, you can find a seat. I'll bring it to you." She had swapped the heels for comfortable slip on's. I sat in the dining table, joined by Mnqobi.

Mnqobi: "Daddy Sbo."

Sibo: "Young Prince." Zimmy brought me a tray, placing it in front of me. "Please sit down. The caterers will take care of everyone else. Please fetch your food and come feed my baby." She chuckled walking back to the kitchen.

Mnqobi: "You two seem to be great." He picked a potato from my plate.

Sibo: "Yeah." I ate my food.

Mnqobi: "How is the baby doing?"

Sibo: "Perfect. Our next appointment is in a few weeks. I wanted to go this week to hear my baby's heart beating for the first time but Zwe says we must wait."

Mnqobi: "How are the talks with her dad going?"

Sibo: "He hasn't called me. She said she spoke to him and he's very disappointed. Her mother as well. This makes things difficult on my end. I need to make sure Zimmy is stress free and safe. I hate that she's living in that res alone."

Mnqobi: "You got her guards and she's moved in to Notha's old room, I'm sure she's safe."

Sibo: "I know but this is my baby Mnqobi. I don't want them in some commune."

Mnqobi: "Hehe. You're such a snob." He laughed. "Anyway, what's happening with council. Have you addressed the Phakamisa issue?"

Sibo: "Yes, we have. I'm doing my research on the business deal and who it involves. So far, I know their next meeting is in two weeks."

Mnqobi: "That's too short notice Sbo and very little information."

Sibo: "Indeed but I have faith we'll pull through." I finished my food, then looked for Zimmy. She was sitting with the girls in the kitchen, eating. I got up taking my tray to the kitchen. "Thank you Mama ka Biyela omncane." She smiled, hiding her mouth. "When you're done eating, ngicela uphumule. You've been here since morning, helping to put things together. Ingane yami ifuna ukulala Zimasa." (please rest. My child wants to sleep.)