Forbidden Treasure ✓

67.) Mines to keep.

Nkosikhona's POV

"Are you hungry?" asks Ona. "No I'm not." I answer and she hums. "How did the funeral go?" "It went well. Dad was laid to rest next to his ancestors." "How come you left so fast? Don't you need to stay so you can do some cleansing and whatever?" "Ona I don't want to talk about my dad or the funeral." she nods.

I won't lie I thought I didn't care about the fact that my dad is dead but seeing him being laid to rest today broke something in me. As much as I hated him on his last days on earth he was still my dad. He once cared for me and loved me like his own son before he changed and became the monster he was. Also hearing my siblings talk wonderfully about him hurt me.

I don't understand why I never got the same treatment they got from him. Zenzele spoke on my behalf because I know if I went up there to talk I would say some stuff that exposed who he really is. It hurts that his gone and he never apologised. All I wanted to hear from him is 'I'm sorry for hurting you the way I did my son'.

Even though it wouldn't have erased everything that happened but it would mean so much for me because I can see he acknowledges his mistakes. But now his gone and I will never hear those words from him. I feel her finger wipe away the lone tear that escaped. "Mvelase talk to me."

"It hurts Ona." "Move your seat back so I can hug you properly." she says and I chuckle. I push the seat back and she climbs on my lap and adjusts herself properly so she can be comfortable. She pulls me in for a hug and I inhale her scent. "Talk to me I'm listening." "Why did he leave without ever apologizing to me or my mom for what he did,"

"I hate that he died so soon. All I wanted was to hear an apology from him and to see that maybe he is remorseful for what he did. Hearing my siblings talk so wonderfully about him hurt me a lot. It made me question if I was ever a good enough son for him, what did I do to make him that angry with me. My inner child is crying to feel loved by him, to know that I'm safe when I'm with him."

She rubs my back soothingly and I let the tears fall. I thought I was not going to cry about this but this hurts too much. He made me question if I ever did something wrong to make him treat me the way he did. Was I ever disrespectful towards him? Or was it because I was quiet and reserved while growing up? I just wish I knew why he hated me so much but loved my other siblings.

At some point I started resenting my siblings because they got the special treatment from dad while I received his hatred on a daily. Ona made me realise that it wasn't their fault and if I ever wanted to solve my problems I was supposed to talk to him but I didn't. I stopped hating my siblings but I never confronted my dad about this favouritism thing.

I wish I did because maybe our relationship would have been slightly normal. But its too late to make wishes because his gone and I have to live with the regrets of never doing this or that. But I'm glad that his gone so I don't have to experience his ill treatment again. I can actually try to move on from this and heal. I wipe away my tears and break the hug.

"Are you okay now?" she asks and I nod. She's the most patient person I know. Some people would have given up on me but she didn't, she is still here, still looking at me with that love and adoration in her eyes. God truly blessed me with this woman. I can't wait to wife her up so we can spend the rest of our lives together.

She kisses my forehead and I close my eyes to savour the moment. "I am here for you always and you can tell me how you feel. Never be scared to tell me how you feel or be ashamed to cry in front of me. Real men do cry and they are allowed to have vulnerable moments because it shows that they are dealing with the pain instead of sweeping it under the carpet." I nod.