Our Son: A Love So Deep.

Our Son ( Part 6 )

Chapter 6

**Nompumelelo**

"Is he my son" he asks me again.

I look at this idiot right in front me, what a stupid question. I have never met the guy before. I look at his hand still on my arm and I deeply sigh.

"Mmelokuhle Mngomezulu please take your hand off me".

"Is he mine" and he asks again.

"No, Lwandle is mine!" I shout the last word to him and yank my arm from him.

"Are you sure, I mean he does look like me" am I sure, seriously, i gave birth to him and his father was right there with me in the labour ward.

"I'm sure, he is not yours, I told you his father passed away and that was three years ago". He is staring at me again.

"I'm sorry Mr Mngomezulu but he is not yours, I can't explain to you why he looks similar to you, but he isn't yours, I have never met you before till last week, he isn't yours" i walk back to my car and drive away leaving him there.

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Lwandlelwethu hasn't said anything to me since we got back. I hope that Mmelokuhle and his friend haven't planted a seed in my son's head.

"Boy are you good,do you have school work to do" he answers me without even looking at me even look at me.

"No Mma, goodnight,I'm going to bed" he walks away from me...i need my mother I know I'm still mad her and my dad, but I need my mother. I call her and cry the minute she answers the phone.

"Mntanami please dont cry, all will be well, just give him some time." she says after I tell her the whole story.

"When ma, every year right about this time mele ngibhekane nezinto ezinje empilweni yami"..I sob.

"Please calm down Mpumelelo yami" She says. And I continue sobbing

We talk for more than an hour, my mom is special, she knows what and when to say things I need to hear at this time.. I love her. I wish her goodnight and tell her I love them all before I drop the call.

I breath in and out . And go check on my son before I go to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a very long day.

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** Mmelokuhle**

"I can't explain to you why he looks similar to you, but he isn't yours, I have never met you before till last week, he isn't yours"... her words are making me toss and turn, I'm unable to sleep.

My phone is ringing but I don't feel like talking to anyone. I need some time alone. When I check the time it's only 9:45, damn when did I go to bed. I'm walking downstairs and my door bell rings. This security is useless I told them not to let anyone in. NXA!

Mzwakhe, his wife and their kids make their way in my house. Like for real i don't need anyone right now. Zanele greets me and makes her way to my couch followed by her kids and I turn to look at Mzwakhe and he shrugs his shoulders.

"What's up, what are you guys doing here" I ask him and the wife replys.

"Why didn't you tell us that you have a son Mmelokuhle, why hide him away from us, I bet your parents don't even know about him"

I look at Mzwakhe to put his wife in place and away from my business and the he says nothing.

"Zanele he is not mine" I tell her.

"Dude the kid is your photocopy, even a blind person can see that" mxm.

"Mzwakhe please maan, look guys I really appreciate that you came to check up on me, but I'm good and I would like to be alone"

"Did you believe her when she said he is not not yours" Zanele asks me,I take a while to reply.. do I believe her.

I really don't know what to believe, I know I have been with so many girls before but her. She was right though, I have never met her before ,but there has to be some kind of explanation for all of this, right.

"Uhm yes,she doesn't seem like the lying type, but why do we look alike"

"Ask for a DNA test to be done ke, just to put your mind on ease, Mzwakhe tell him, I need to go pee" She walks away.

"I don't know man eish, but anything you decide you know you have our support" I nod.

We spend the next hour talking and catching up. Zanele is still crazy and I love her for my boy, she makes him happy and that's all I want for all my friends tsand for myself as well.

After an hour they leave and I'm left all alone with my thoughts

I can't be a father to that boy, can I? though he does look like me. The old me would have beaten the shit out of her for her to tell me the truth, sigh.

I can even call my people to do a background check on her, but there is something about her,she intimidates me though so a DNA test will do for now.

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**Mmelokuhle**

"Morning, Mr Mngomezulu"

"Good morning Thuli, black coffee please" as I'm walking away, she comes in, and I wait for her next to the lift while is still still talking to our receptionist.

"Good morning Thuli"

"Morning Miss Nkosi, how are you today, can I get some coffee for you"

"Ngiright, yes please" why is she still standing there, I am going to wait for her, we need to talk.

She ignores me and gets in the lift, I follow her.

"Nompumelelo unjani" I ask her and she looks at me.

"Ngiyaphila Mmeli wena unjani".

"Ngi shap"silence. Okay this is awkward. She looks good though. Focus man.

I press the emergency stop button and the lift stops. If looks can kill I would be dead right now.

"Please tell me he is mine,please tell me that we hook up long time ago or we had a one night stand and you got pregnant with my son, our son please" she is looking at me like I'm crazy.I think I am going crazy.

"Mmelokuhle, he is not yours, I have never met you before only last week,and I am not those kind of girls who sleeps around, I have only, only been intimate with my husband, his father Mmelokuhle"

"Then you won't have problem with getting a DNA test done"

"Over my dead body" she screams.

"Leave my son alone!" and she presses the emergency button again, the lift moves and she goes out leaving me inside. I'm crushed.

To be continued.🖤

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