IT GETS BETTER WITH TIME. <NOT EDITED>

Epilogue

Nathi's Pov.

Five years later.

I try by all means and  levels to comfortably relax and place my entire attention on this irreverent meeting, but I'm desperately failing. The clock on the wall waits for no man and I'm pretty sure once I get home late today, Busi will literally kill me.

I hate witnessing her anger and grumpiness. It's way better witnessing her flawless smile and those big brown eyes that only sparkle with love and joy everytime she stares at me.

Damn it's hard to believe that even after eight years of our relationship and five years of marriage, I'm still her pride and joy and the only man for her as much as she's the only woman for me.

But lately I've been witnessing her stiffeness and gloomy behaviour. I know the reality of being a celeb can be draining. The ability of writing every now and again strains her, plus the kids she has to deal with added by maintaining her father's business is a whole massive package all at once.

But I'm always here for her as her man.

Who knew she'd be  famous for the four novels she has published?

No one knew actually and the fact that out of all these four novels, one of them is in the process of becoming a movie, is incredibly heartwarming.

God I'm so proud of her, for everything she has and still going to accomplish.

What's a great man without a great woman?
I've got everything a man would wish for in her and what else should I ask for?

My phone's ringtone echos loudly in the boardroom and everyone goes dead silent.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Siya nudges me and I snap back to reality.

Flip, it's Busi. I wonder what I have forgetten this time around.

My eyes find their way to my father and his face remians ever so stern and I know his pissed as fuck.

But he has to comprehend that my wife is more important than this meaningless meeting, so I murmur a sorry while I motion for the door.

"Sthandwa sam," I mutter, making my way to my office, passing my talkive PA in the process.

"You flipping forgot Nathi," she half yells.

I knew I forgot something.

"What did I forget?" I close the door behind me immdiately when I  enter my office.

"To pick up your kids. The seeds you decided to plant in my stomach," she huffs and I know I'm in big shit.

I take a glimpse at my wrist watch, and the time strucks 4.

I was suppose to pick them up two hours ago. I'm in deep shit.

"I didn't forget, I got held up in the meeting," I lie.
That's way better then being skined alive by her.

"And you didn't bother to text me because?"

What excuse do I have now?

"It slipped my mind, Sthandwa. I'm really sorry," I shuffle everything that's on my table in search for my car keys.

"Just so you know. I left a every  Important meeting with the producers because my so called husband, forgot to fetch his children," she utters dismissively then hungs up.

I sigh feeling obnoxiously guilty. It really wasn't my intention to make her day hell or mine either, because I know I'm in for it once I get home.

Left to go home to my angry wife. Make an excuse to dad about something. I text Siya as soon as I make it inside my car.