29 parts Ongoing My full name is Zamantungwa Agnes Khumalo, don't mind my middle name, my dad's mother gave it to me before she passed I was told.
Even if she was the sweetest grandmother in the area, the name though. Yoh guys! Lols
One thing about me is that I am an accounting fanatic! To know about my background story, you have to read further... it was lovely meeting you.
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"MaKhumalo breathe please. Yes, just like that. Slowly does it", he kept rubbing my back in a soothing manner as he said this. We sat there while I tried to regain my senses, and him murmuring softly to me. The tears have seized now atleast. The tight grip he maintained with his other hand didn't go unnoticed. It was a reassurance-kind-of-grip, filled with care and concern.
His heartbeat has gone back to normal now. Listening to it was slowly making me sleepy.
"You can't sleep sitting on the floor like this, love. Come on let's go to bed", he tried making me get up but I shook my head slightly. He sighed, picked me up and carried me effortlessly to a bedroom.
"Please don't leave me alone", I said with a dead grip on his hand. "But I'm just next door. Look I'll even leave the door open incase you need me. Uhm... you know what, let me get you some tea to help you sleep", he removed my hand with ease. "I'll be back just now, I promise MaKhumalo", he kissed my forehead before rushing out the door.
I stayed alone for 5 seconds before I got up like I was stung, made my way to the room next to where I was. Took of my dress, got under the covers quickly, his scent filled my nose as I snuggled on his pillow. Before I knew it, it was lights out. What happened must have drained me more than I thought.
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