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Chapter Twenty Five.

With my free hand I close the suitcase. "You were not supposed to see that." I whine, not believing I forgot about these things being in there.
"Oh, are they for me?"
I roll my eyes, chuckling. "Something like that, but I don't want you to see them before..." I clear my throat. "...just, close your eyes."
He tilts his head to the side before crossing his arms in front of his chest. He does that shortly after shaking his head and I remove the bra's from the inside of the suitcase. Putting them underneath my pillow.

I continue folding while my husband packs them inside, very decently at that too. After a whole week of ups and downs, doing interviews and him wrapping up a few of his commitments that couldn't be missed, I couldn't wait to finally rest.

"Are you excited about our honeymoon? Traveling? Away from all the drama?"
The corners of my lips twitch.
"Well, I can't wait to get to Maldives." I eye Bangi. "I'm just terrified of flying. This will be the first time ever flying."

I didn't even have a passport till yesterday.

"Don't worry yourself Sthandwa sam. It gets easier after the first time." He says. "I remember my first flight. I was shit scared. Even vomited all over the floor, imagine."

I chortle. "Eww...must've been traumatic."
"It was." He chuckles. "But I'm sure you won't go through the same, cause I'll be right next to you Sthandwa sam."
"I know. But will that stop me from vomiting?" I give him a confused look not looking for an answer. "I can already see myself...feet in the sand, the water."
"Snorkeling..."
"Baby, I can't even swim."
"Nothing I can't teach you." He says.
"Look at you acting like the one who was a teacher."
"Maybe I was in my past life...but I dont think you need to be a pro to go snorkeling." He shrugs.

When we're done packing, he drags my bags to the car outside...and get shocked with the amount of people outside. I honestly thought this doesn't happen on a regular cause there has been people here to just watch the house and take photos. He pecks my cheek before heading back to my room again for the last of my bags leaving me standing by the door.

Buhle should be back from town soon. With her essentials. The buying of a few things she'll be needing soon. I spot Khaya running back from his soccer practice, forcing his way through the crowd at the gate. "Hey." He says out of breath.
"Hey bro. You okay?"
"I'm fine. Is uncle Bangizwe here?" He asks peeking over my shoulder.

"I'm over here. Hey young man." Bathung, young man, since when. "You are dedicated in this soccer thing."
"So you're taking my sister away?"

I clear my throat.

"Kha..."
"No...listen. Don't say it like you're never going to see her again."
"You know that's whats going to happen. I'm never going to see her again." He says and I pull him into the house, closing the door.
"Khaya come down."
"Have fun." He tries walking past us but I stop him.
"Khaya I thought we talked about this. I thought you understood and accepted that I'm going and I won't be going away forever. I'm not abandoning you. I told you this."
"Yeah. You did. But this family is untrustworthy. I don't even see my own older sister everyday. She doesn't even care about us. That Pipe smoker too. He left us and never looked back. Buhle is going away too...now you. No." His voice cracks.

I take him into my arms. "Khaya please."
"I hate you for this."
"Please Khayalakhe don't do such okay."

Khaya keeps quiet. How the hell am I supposed to do this now?

"Sthandwa Sam, let me talk to him."
"What?" Me.
"Let me talk to him." He says. I nod and let Khaya go, heading to my room.

•••

"Babe you didn't!" I gasp at the sight in front of me. "Bangi."

He giggles. "I did. And there's more on the inside."
"Bangi what did you do?" I ask. What more could this man pull out of the bag. He's already done so much for me and still he's doing more. Yoh. What could top the change of his door initials?