My Light: Kukhanya Kwam

C H A P T E R F O U R

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"What are you doing here?"

Marty asks, pulling me into a hug.

After leaving the Togu household, I immediately drove to Nelson Mandela Academics Hospital where Marty works, in the Obstetrics and Gynaecology department.

Sniffing into my neck, "Why aren't you wearing anything warm? I am still waiting for Dr Thanda to take over before I can be free," he rambles on over my shoulder, squeezing my body to his, "You're so cold, baby."

Looking down at me, his gaze hardens.
"Are you okay?"

I shake my head, "N-no."

"What happened?"

"I—I," my lips tremble as a sob breaks out.

He holds me to his chest instantly, "I am here baby," rubbing my back, "It's okay, let it all out."

In amidst of my sobbing, he's urged me into the backseat of his car on the parking lot, seated and held over his lap.

"All better now?"
I nod my head, snuggling into his neck, "You're not feeling any headache?"
I shake my head, feeling my head buzz ar the movement.

"Here," he hands me a bottle of sealed water, "drink this. You lost a lot of fluids."

I pout, taking it.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'll cry."

"Baby, did something happen?"

"I told everyone what happened."
"Oh. How did they take it?"
"Jonga beat him until he lost consciousness."

Marty winces.
He'd seen my brother and was one of the people he'd never mess with.

"Your parents?"

"Jonga must have told them by now. I switched my phone off— Daddy is going to be so pissed."

"How do you feel about all of this?"

"Angry and hateful."

"You hate Langa?"

"Yes."

Marty holds her chin, "You still call Togu, Daddy?"

"Ewe," she says confused.

"I thought I was your daddy."

She chuckles, "You're crazy."

"Aren't I?"

She looks at his eyes, "I don't know, are you?"

He holds her chin closer to his lips, arranging his seating posture, "You drank and drove here?"

Looking up at him and nods slowly, his jaw ticks in the slightest.

"Mm," he hums, holding me closer.

"I only had a few drinks."

He nods, however I know he's reigning himself in. Safety among other things are very important to Marty, "I am sorry."

He kisses my lips, "Did anything happen between you and him?"

"Langa?"

"Yes."

I hesitate.

"Tell me."

"He kissed me."

He stills, "Oh. Okay."

"I slapped him for it. The nerve of him to do that after he f—,"