CHAPTER 13

My glare threw daggers at the back of her head while I waited for her to speak. She didn't bother to look at me, she carried on walking to lord knows where. I took a few deep breaths, I needed to control my anger.

"I'm going to ask you again, Zama" I said slowly, "Where. The fuck. Were. You." I asked emphasizing each word. She stopped walking to wherever she was going but she still didn't answer my question. She still didn't want to look at me.

I took a few strides to get to her and I yanked her by the back of her neck and she let out a small yelp. It was either from surprise or pain. I turned her body

so she could face me. She still didn't look at me

"Do you how worried I was? I got people to look for you, to hack your phone so I could track your location. My mind was going haywire, I couldn't sleep or think and here you are stress free." I yelled while digging my fingers deeper into her neck. "Zama, I am starting to lose my patience. I am going to ask you for the last time. Where were you?" I spoke through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw.

Again, silence.

I grabbed her chin and placed my index finger and my thumb on either side of her cheeks and rested my palm  on her chin. I squeezed as tight as I could.

"Damn it Zama, look at me when I'm talking to you." I yelled yet again.

Her eyes finally met mine. Her eyes were glassy and her cheeks were stained with tears. Why was she crying. Stupid question, I know. I knew I was probably the reason behind it. She softly sniffed and tore her gaze away from mine.

Goodness what did I just do.

I quickly take my hands off her face as if her skin had somehow burnt me.

"I'm sorry." I softly mumbled before turning around and letting myself out.

Guilt was eating me alive. I had to go home and get some sleep. Maybe that was the problem.  I needed rest but I couldn't just leave her like that.

I would bet Elon Musk's networth on the mere fact that she did not want to see me. Not after what I had just done to her. I concluded that the best thing to do was to leave. I would buy her flowers and chocolates to apologize and avoid her for a few weeks until until I gather enough strength to look at her in the eye.

But in this full proof plan of mine, I had forgotten one disturbing fact about myself.

I have a very disobedient body.

I grabbed the door handle and got into her apartment once again, I found her body cooped up in a corner with her arms hugging her legs while her legs snuggle on her chest. I ran up to her and held her quivering body into a warm embrace. I kept mumbling apologies while bringing her body closer to mine. At some point, I felt as if I was hugging her for my own selfish reasons. I had  been away from her for so long. Our close proximity had settled the anxiety that had been building on the walls of my mind.

This may sound weird to many but I love the sound of her voice.  Not in your cliché way of saying how melodic it sounds. But I loved the everything about it, how her pitch changed with every emotion, how soft and gentle it was, how breathy it would become every time I touched her. Even in her sobs, I loved it because it reminded me that she was with me. I gave her body a reassuring squeeze, it wasn't for her but rather for me. I wasn't reassuring her that I wouldn't leave or silently promising her my infinite presence in her life but I was promising myself that I would never let her leave, not when she has this much control over me.

I stood her up and put my arms around her waist while I rested my head on the nape of her neck, I let my lips graze on her skin.

"Why are you crying sthandwa Sami?" I whispered softly

Hayibo Nkosana, sthandwa sakho since when?

Yeyi voetsek wena

She momentarily freezes. I don't blame her.

"My father passed away." She replied with her head buried in my chest. She pulled away from my embace and wiped her tears while doing a few breathing exercises.

What do you say in these situations? Sorry?

I nodded in understanding and then carried her bridal style and she let out a small whimper. I carried her to her kitchen and sat her down on the kitchen counter. I got a bottle of water and handed it to her and she mumbled a small thank you, she drank it's contents and put the bottle next to her.

I leaned against the kitchen counter and held her hands.

"Are you hungry?" I asked while brushing her knuckles. She gives me a shy nod. I get off the counter and proceeded to make her my favourite comfort food which by the way is  creamy and spicy chicken strips with spaghetti. I asked Zama to tell me funny things about her father to keep her distracted and in that time frame I learnt that her father was a very impatient no nonsense person although he was very secretive man when it came to his profession.

It took me about thirty minutes to finish up the cooking. When I was done I went to her and pulled her legs towards me wrapped them around my waist and she lets out a small yelp. I take her off the counter and she  tightens her hold on me and hangs her arms on my neck.

"Let's get you showered up, phela sesiphefumula ngama nxeba manje." I  said while letting out a small chuckle while she gasped and placed her hand on her chest. "You wound me." She said.

She gives me the directions to her room and I place her on her bed and left to dish up for her. I put in on her night stand. I rush to the kitchen to get her a fork and a glass of water and when I returned I found Zama in a comfy gown.

"It's fine I'll change in the bathroom." She said upon seeing me.

She goes to the bathroom for about five minutes and comes back wearing a long sleeved night dress that goes right below her knees. She sat on the bed  and ate while she let out a few moans of satisfaction. She occasionally fed me although I was perfectly fine with just watching her eat.

"You look tired." She said with concern.

"Night shift." I simply said.

She then looked at me with a face full of guilt and later insisted that I sleep over in the guest room. I quickly ate, washed the dishes and went to sleep.

I heard the door open and a small pitter patter of feet coming towards me as I was sleeping. I heard Zama calling me and I hummed in response. I sat up while she stood beside the bed and stared intently at my naked torso.

"Zama, it's the third time I'm calling you." I lied and she snapped out of her thoughts and then shyly faces the floor. I stood up and gave her a hug. "Are you feeling better?" I asked and she nods in response. I peck her forehead and proceed to look for the vest I was wearing.

"It's almost four o'clock and you still have to get to work so that's why I woke you up." She explained, still looking at the floor. "You can take a shower and I'll make you lunch." She added before leaving the room.

I took a shower and put the same clothes I came in and went to take a few emergency clothes from the boot. I went back in the house and Zama insisted that she be the one to iron my clothes for me while I ate. When I was half way with the food, I took my black Adidas track pants and went to change and when I was done I went back to her while I was shirtless.

I wanted to test her, to see if she really was the goody two shoes she portrayed herself to be. She approached me with my shirt hung on her forearm although her footsteps came to a halt as soon as the door flew open, revealing the most annoying person to ever step foot on earth.

Ubecabanga ini uFather God ekhanda lomuntu

"So vele vele we are mourning our father's death and wena you're here fucking my ex boyfriend." Khetho yelled with a scowl on her face. "Relax, I just came to get something" she added before disappearing in the passage.

I paid Khetho no mind and engulfed Zama in a hug with my bare upper body.

"I have to go but please take care of yourself and make sure to eat the leftovers when you're hungry and for the love of Christ do not cry. I hate it when you cry." I said softly with my head nuzzled on the crook of her neck and she nods in response. I give her two pecks on her forehead before letting her go and wore my t-shirt.

She rushed to the kitchen while Khetho made her way towards me with her arms folded on her chest and the same scowl she came in with.

"Kanti uhamba nini?" She asked and clicked her tongue afterwards and I just replied with a glare that got her shuddering in fear. (When are you leaving)

"Your lunch."  A small voice uttered softly. I turned around to find Zama's hand stretched out with a blue Tupperware container in her hand. I took the container and muttered a small thank you.

"Shesha phela prince charming." Khetho yelled yet again with a sickening tone that gave me a few bright ideas on how to skin her alive.

"I'll call you on my lunch break." I said, refocusingy my attention to Zama.

"Supper break but okay." She corrected  while giggling and Khetho making a gagging sound.

With that said, I left Zama's apartment with Khetho banging the door behind me and clicking her tongue. As soon as I was outside the apartment, I let out a loud sigh.

uKhetho akaphilile ekhanda. Ex boyfriend sukelanini? The girls the mantombazane.( Khetho is not same. Ex boyfriend since when?)

Authors note

Hi guys sorry for not updating for long but anyways how are you guys.

In this chapter I want you to notice how selfish Nkosana's love for Zama is at first but as we learn more about Nkosana we will find out why. I will also be putting a few songs you can listen to that relate to each chapter. Please take note that the words written in italics are his thoughts.

Happy December guys enjoy your December I'll try to update more often with that said  please comment,carry on reading and please, please, please click that cute little star at the bottom of your screen. ♥️☺️