Melokuhle Mpumelelo Siphosethu Zungu
The first born son of Nkosinathi and Zanothando Zungu. A now matured eighteen year old completing his matric.
There are secrets that his entire family has been hiding from him for the past few years. What happen...
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"And then wena? Uvelaphi?" Sihle walks down the stairs. "That's none of your business" I deadpan.
"Mhm.... So it's true" She shrugs. "What's true?" I raise an eyebrow. "Ukuthi uyajola" She mouths.
"I'm not" I truthfully say. "If you don't tell me where you're coming from I'll 'throw you under the bus' just like you did to Baba" She folds her arms.
"You wouldn't" I challange her. "Try me Melokuhle" She smiles. "I was with Olwethu" I say walking past her.
"Woah.... Wait. The Olwethu from school? Lea's ex friend? Olwethu with the glasses?" She gasps as I nod.
"Also stay away from Leandra, unless you want to end up in a container being shipped to Indonesia" I warn her.
"Lea and I have been friends ever since creche, I'm not ditching her because of you and what you've heard." She scoffs.
"Okay, Ungasho ukuthi angikutshelanga" I shrug. "You know, I always thought you were gay" I glare at her.
"I'm going to sleep" I walk away. "Heh" I hear her clap her hands, I ingore her as I walk up the stairs and into my room...
*
"Melokuhle, Vuka marn" I slowly open my eyes. "Ekuseni kanje kodwa ma-" She cuts me off.
"You went to be at 10 it's now 10, Vuka uyeke ubuvila" She walks out. I groan getting out of bed, heading into the bathroom and getting ready.
My phone starts ringing but then it dies down, maybe it was all in my head. I continue getting ready before walking back into the room.
"Bye Buhle" I walk into Hlelo laughing with my phone in her hand against her ear.
Whose Buhle?
"Hlelo. What are you doing with my phone?" I ask as I take it away from her.
"It was ringing so I answered it" She shrugs. "You were talking to a stranger?" I frown.
"No, her name's Buhle. She said she'd call you later" She answers with a grin. Who the hell is Buhle manje?
"Mama's calling you" She gets up and i grab my phone looking through my call log.
