CHAPTER 8
A HEART PULSE.
Ayakho Mabuza
Directions to Nelson Mandela 's grave will do me some peace. I'd rather sleep there than to be smuggled in the same room as him.
At least Mandela won't toss me like a coin just like my parents did.
Am I a nuisance to them.?
Did they give birth to me just to squeeze money out of me ?
Did they ever love me ?
Who in their right senses asks strangers to take their daughter home. ? A whole killer I qoute.
Was I that useless in life to be resulted into this kinda situation.?
First it was my happiness, locked with mad people in a mental institution whereas am stable and reliable to senses of my own.
My medulla was fine as hell.
They took my life away and threw it in the hands of mentality for fame !
Secondly a man, less humanity in him and not as good as my mother preached of him.
He is just like how the public description fit him. The man of his own world.
He won't survive a day without trying to kill me that am sure of.
Yet my parents want me to spend a night under the same roof as him.
" You guys will catch us back home."
His mother smiles my way. Am not about to pretend like am happy whereas am not. But again I can't disappoint her nice, good looking face. I smiled back.
Her husband locking his arm with her's as they walked to their car .
I heard him breathe out once the parents are out of sight.
" You can take a taxi if you want to."
When was the last time I held money with this hands.
I would have taken a taxi trust me. And not to his house if ever I had money.
" Oh, Uhm..I'll ask for help back home don't worry."
If the plan is to walk two hours back home and getting lost ten times before I reach home then yes, that's the only way .
" Let's go."
He walks first leaving me stunned. Didn't he say I should take a cab.?
Why are me like this.?
I slowly take steps behind him.
Black must be his logo or a thing with him.
A black Lamborghini car to show off, in a black suit and black mask.
It's like the black Batman from Temu is about to scream.
I opened the door for myself and joined him in.
He starts the engine before I could even close the door.
.
.
The ride was a slice of death.
The only noise was the acon of the car and the running tires on the road to his house.
As long as we reached his house without getting into a car accident.
He looks around in the garage as I await him to lead the way in the house.
Am just a stranger.
He walks pass me and I follow like a slave my parents made me.
" Would you like something to eat.? I already told the maids to warm up something for the night."
Mrs Zulu announced.
Am afraid I can't. I wouldn't want to...
" Thank you for the warm welcome Mrs Zulu, but I prefer to head for a shower and cool down first. Then I'll join you later on."
" Oh, okay. Simosethu you can take her to the room. Show her around please. Be nice to our new baby girl."
It's as if his neck snapped when he looked at his mother's direction.
He starts moving and I followed.
Why did I not decline her offer.?
She is too nice to raise such a monster. I bet he wasn't raised by them.
No mother can allow her child to grow up like this.
He opens the door to the bedroom.
My eyes looking around.
Am not sure to look at him or not, but then i can't help it.
Already his eyes were focused on me. He didn't even hide it when I caught him looking.
" It's the guest room."
He says.
I felt relieved even when it was not planned to.
I never asked, but he read my mind anyway.
He tends to leave..
" Will my parents come pick me up Tommorow.?"
I asked before he can open the door and leave.
" I don't know."
He didn't look back my way.
" I mean. We are not married yet. To even spend a night here is not a thing, right.?"
He huffed. That's all I heard as a response from him before he left the room.
Simosethu Zulu.
He pulls the tie half way closer to his neck for a quick release of air. This is big on him.
The only things he knows in his life is to kill, hold a gun. Kick someone. Throw punches and Bucher a dead body. Including a bonus of being a professional of what he does.
That's all.!
Being a hitman.
Not a babysitter to a grown *** woman who is not in anyway interested in.
Someone who is as emotional pass the Korea child can never rule with a king like him.
He is Zulu, Ndabezitha.!
Zulu omnyama ondlela zimhlophe.!
Sphetheni drags her by suit jacket far from any eye on the house corner.
" You think you hit the jackpot.?"
" Where is my brother.?"
He snapped. That's the only thing keeping him under her sleeves. A scar on Nkonzo and then setting him on fire.
That's how quick Sphetheni can be.
" You are lucky am not even thinking of him this minute."
" Then what do you want.? Huh.?"
" Money, all of it.!"
She announced. Simosethu looked at her not even blinking.
He raised his left eyebrow for her surprising gaze.
" That's not mine to donate to you."
She felt like slapping him.
" Don't play cat and mouse with me Simo. Don't you dare me. "
" He signed the papers as 50/50 . Any decisions I make her daughter must be aware of it. So it's not as you think."
He clears the air with what he knows Mabuza did.
" She is now your wife already, tickle her.. man Up, and do it.
With that..maybe I might let you and your brother live for good. Or, I let the two of you face my worse harsh treatment. Imagen when your father finds out that you killed his loving mistress, your mother. How will your brother take it.?"
She pats his cheek.
" Be a good boy. We come far with this now don't we.?"
Sphetheni Zulu
She walked away before anyone could sees them having this little conversation.
This comes from far being better just for the records.
It all started years ago, damn she was happy,
With her younger sister. The girl she sacrificed a lot to raise after their parents left earth for its soil.
Philile ( Simosethu 's biological mother. )
She was three years younger than Sphetheni.
But unfortunately they both fell in love with the same man unknowingly.
Sphetheni saw Andile first. But he feel harder for the younger one.
Once they got married, still.. Andile was seeing philile in secret.
Sphetheni knew through doubts and investigations when philile was five months pregnant and refused to tell who the father of the child was until one day she caught them in an act.
Well, she was angry.
Fumed if you may put it like that.
But then it was discussed and settled that no one should know about this.
She even took her far from town and made sure that every month she sends food for the sake of the baby, being Simosethu.
Simosethu was named by Andile. The name explaining their love affair and ups and downs.
When the he was born Andile was so happy, yet Sphetheni denied him access to see the baby till one day he sneaked to find where they lived.
On the other hand Sphetheni was not conceiving any child. She had many miscarriages left and center.
While Andile was still playing lovey Dovey with her younger sister.
Simosethu was then five years, alive and kicking like a national child he was.
And his mother....
Well philile was pregnant again for Andile.
Already approaching the due date, and Sphetheni had plans ahead for the them.
There was no way her younger sister popped babies for Andile and on her case it was dry. So she got evil..
She kidnapped her younger sister.
Made sure that she gives birth , locked her away from Andile while he was a headless chicken looking for her in wrong places.
That's when they took Simo in, there was no way his child would've been homeless while he is alive.
Sphetheni maltreated him till one of the good days.
She took simosethu with her
to the warehouse she kidnapped his mother.
Blindfolded him and taped philile's mouth and ties her on the chair.
Gave Simo a gun to shoot, just as if playing a game of guns.
That's how he killed his mother at a young age.
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