"How about we make this love thing real, yeah?"~Qaphela Makhathini.
In this fleeting span of mortal existence, Ayize and Qaphela are graciously granted another opportunity to love each other. However, circumstances don't appear to be as delightfu...
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"𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷𝚈𝚈𝚈!" "𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙿!" Cries erupt from both Ahluma and Nova as we enter the villa. Their sudden whimpers leave me confused and anxious to see what the matter is. These two never whined nor cried over anything.
I never told either of them "No" or denied them anything they wanted. So there is hardly a reason to cry unless one of them is hurt for some reason. But today was different, both of them? Crying at once? That instantly shocks me to the core.
"Babe!" Nanga gasps.
"What?"
Watching her lower her head as if she is ducking something or someone, does little to help. Baffled, I glare with enlarged eyes and a raging heart as I bounce the rascals up and down to get them quiet. Nanga reaches for Nova, who jumps into her arms, simply not having it.
"What happened?" I ask, frowning.
"You hit their heads on the door frame. You're too tall, Sakhi. You have to bow with them. You can hardly get through the door yourself, Daddy Long Legs!" Nanga snaps once again.
"Damn."
Though nothing is comical about harming my little humans, I can't stop the laughter that erupts even if I want to. Nanga, pissed, attempts to grab Ahluma, too. However, I tuck and turn, refusing to let him go.
"Hand him over since everything is so funny."
"My bad, Mommas. I feel bad already."
I place a hand to Ahluma's forehead, hoping to soothe his pain. He lays on my shoulder, still a blubbering mess.
"Uncle Sakhi is sorry, Chief." Nodding, I press for Nanga to move forward because she isn't getting her hands on my boy. She might as well hang herself. With a roll of those eyes I love so much, she turns and heads into the main room where everyone is standing with their luggage.
Today is Christmas Eve and Christmas day is to be spent here in Knysna, in Qaphela's striking villa. His square ass would unintentionally flaunt how deep his pockets actually are whenever he'd plan stuff like this.
So, it's Nanga and I along with our bunch, Ayize and Qaphela, Sade, and my mother. I guess everyone else, including Mam'Chichi and Mam'Dambisa, were recovering from the chaotic weekend that just passed.
"Grandbaddie! Dada gave us boo-boos," Nova immediately snitches at the presence of my mother.
"Yep, it's some cringy phrase she discovered on her talk shows. Nova's airhead decided to run with it," I mutter.
Immediately, the most beautiful sound slips from her lips. That melodic laughter I love so much. I haven't heard her laugh since the day before Ayize's negotiations. Her off-ish mood certainly rubbed me off in the wrong way during these past few days.
