[ Ayanda's pov 🎀 💖]

Kwenzo: Bekugubani lowo (Who was that )

My heart pounded against my ribs like a trapped bird. I hadn't expected him to hear my conversation, and I definitely hadn't expected him to be so direct. I swallowed, trying to compose myself.

Me: Kwakungumama wami , ubengifona nje. (It was my mother. She was just calling me.)

Kwenzo’s brow furrowed. He didn't say anything, just continued to stare at me, his eyes searching mine. It was like he was trying to read my soul.

Me: Ukhathazekile ngoba sekunesikhathi ngingamfoneli. (She's worried because it's been a while since I called her.)

Kwenzo: Ukhathazeke ngani ngempela? (What exactly is she worried about?

His tone was calm, but there was an underlying edge to it that made me uneasy.

Me: Uyazi, abomama bayakhathazeka njalo ngabantwana babo. (You know, mothers always worry about their children.)

I tried to laugh it off, but it came out strained and unnatural. Kwenzo wasn't buying it.

Kwenzo: Uzwakala udangele. Ubukhala yini ngempela? (You sound upset. Were you really crying?)

He took a step closer, and I instinctively took a step back, my back hitting the wall. I could feel his breath on my face, warm and heavy.

Kwenzo: Ubukhalelani ngempela, Ayanda? (Why were you really crying, Ayanda?)

Me: Angikhali, Kwenzo. Ucabangani? (I'm not crying, Kwenzo. What are you thinking?)

My voice was barely a whisper. I hated how vulnerable I felt under his intense gaze.

Kwenzo: Ungaqambi amanga. (Don't lie.)

He reached out and gently cupped my chin, tilting my face up to his. His touch sent a shiver down my spine.

Kwenzo: Ngitshele iqiniso, Ayanda. (Tell me the truth, Ayanda.)

I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. I didn’t want to worry him, especially after everything that had happened.

Me: Uyangikhumbula nje, sekuyisikhathi eside ngingayi ekhaya. (She just misses me. It's been a long time since I went home.)

Kwenzo: Lokho kukwenza ukhale kanje? (That makes you cry like this?)

Me: Kunzima ukuchaza, Kwenzo. (It's difficult to explain, Kwenzo.)

Kwenzo: Kunzima kanjani ngempela? (Exactly how difficult is it?)

Me: Uwedwa manje, ngiyazizwa nginecala ngokungabi khona eduze kwakhe. (She's alone now, I feel guilty for not being there near her.)

Kwenzo: Uwedwa? Ubaba wakho uphi? (Alone? Where is your father?)

Me: Washona eminyakeni edlule, Kwenzo. (He passed away a few years ago, Kwenzo.)

The words came out in a rush, a wave of sadness washing over me. I hadn’t talked about my father in a long time. Kwenzo’s expression softened. He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me in a comforting embrace.

Kwenzo: ngiyaxolisa kakhulu, Ayanda. ( I'm very sorry, Ayanda.)

I leaned into his embrace, feeling a sense of relief and comfort I hadn’t expected. His arms felt strong and secure, a refuge in the midst of the chaos.

Kwenzo: Akudingeki ukuthi uthwale lomthwalo uwedwa. Ngilapha kuwe. (You don't need to carry this burden alone. I'm here for you.)

He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes.

Kwenzo: Ngilapha kuwe, Ayanda. Njalo, ngiyakuthembisa. (I'm here for you, Ayanda. Always, I promise you.)

His words sent a flutter of butterflies through my stomach. I wanted to believe him, to trust him completely, but something held me back.

Me: Ngiyabonga kakhulu, Kwenzo. (Thank you very much, Kwenzo.)

Kwenzo: Asiye siyolala manje. Udinga ukuphumula, nami ngiyadinga. (Let's go to sleep now. You need to rest, and so do I.)

He took my hand, and we walked back upstairs, the tension between us slightly ease but still lingering in the air. As we entered the room, I saw his phone light up with a message. He looked at it, and his face hardened.

Me: Konke kulungile yini, Kwenzo? (Is everything alright, Kwenzo?)

Kwenzo: Umsebenzi nje, kukhona okumele ngikubheke. (Just work. There's something I need to look into.) He kissed my forehead.

Kwenzo: I'll be back soon

He left , leaving me alone with my thoughts. I watched him walk away, wondering what secrets he was keeping and what the future held for us. I sighed, deciding to push the worries aside for the moment. I was exhausted.I walked to the couch and wore ingubo that was on the ottoman. The warmth of the blanket enveloped me. Just as I was about to doze off, I heard a soft chuckle from the doorway. I opened my eyes and saw Kwenzo leaning against the frame, a playful smirk on his face. Me: Yini manje? (What now?) Kwenzo: Nothing. I didn't think you would fall asleep that quick I rolled my eye but couldn't help but smile.

Me: Bengikhathele kakhulu. Ufunani manje? (I was very tired. What do you want now?)

Kwenzo: Ngikhumbule ukuthi ngikhohlwe ukukutshela okubalulekile kakhulu. (I remembered that I forgot to tell you something very important.)

My heart skipped a beat. Had something else happened?

Me: Yini lokho obukhohlwe ukungitshela? (What is that you forgot to tell me?)

Kwenzo: Uyayihona, Ayanda. (You snore, Ayanda.)

I gasped, feigning offense.

Me: Angihoni, Kwenzo! Uyasangana! (I don't snore, Kwenzo! You're crazy!)

Kwenzo: Uyahona impela, njengebhere elihle. Kodwa ibhere. (You really do snore, like a beautiful bear. But a bear.)

He walked over to the bed and sat down beside me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Me: Amanga lawa. Ufuna nje ukungenza ngizizwe kabi. (Those are lies. You just want to make me feel bad.)

Kwenzo: Ngempela? Usungachaza kanjani ukuthi ngivukele umculo wokuphefumula okukhulu? (Really? How would you explain that I woke up to a symphony of loud breathing?)

I couldn't help but laugh. He had a way of teasing me that always made me smile.

Me: Kulungile, mhlawumbe ngiyahona kancane uma ngikhathele kakhulu. (Alright, maybe I snore a little when I'm very tired).

Kwenzo: Yebo, futhi uhlale ukhathele njalo. (Yes, and you're always tired.)

He poked me in the ribs, and I squealed, trying to push him away.

Me: Yeka, Kwenzo! uyacasula ! (Stop it, Kwenzo! You're annoying!)

We wrestled playfully for a moment, laughter filling the living room. It felt good to let go of the tension and just enjoy each other's company.

We stopped wrestling and started making jokes and laughing. I didn't know Kwenzo was this funny.

Me: You're ridiculous.

Kwenzo: Ridiculously charming, you mean.

I laughed, shaking my head.

Me: You're impossible.

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