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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I look down at the sleeping baby in my arms, I carefully hand him to Melokuhle before getting out and walking into the preschool.
Since it's afterschool, all the kids are outside running around and playing at the swings. "Mommy B!" Mpilo runs up to me the second my eyes meet with his.
I smile picking him up. "Hey twiny" I sign him out before walking out. "Who's car is that?" He asks as we approach Melokuhle's car.
"A friend of mines" I say, opening the door for him. He gets in, closing it. I also get in, raising an eyebrow at Mbuso who's currently giggling and laughing with Melokuhle.
Wasn't he asleep a minute ago or am I going crazy? I reach for him but he clings onto Melokuhle. "Mbuso" I sternly call out. His lip quivers and his eyes gain a layer of glass.
Yoh hhayi, if this one cries? We'll never hear the end of it. His lips open as a loud cry escapes his mouth. Tears furiously stream down his eyes.
I reach to grab him but he clings onto Melokuhle's shirt, soaking it. He cries for a good five minutes before falling back asleep.
Melokuhle safely transfers him into my arms. He drives off. "Mommy B" Mpilo whisper while learning towards me. "Yes?" I whisper back.
"It's him" He points at Melokuhle using his eyes. "Who?" I slightly turn my head. "The guy from the shop" He whisper shouts, a confused look graces my face.
Shop? What shop?
"Makro. When you were running around after loosing him. I found him, well he found me" Melokuhle answers, I glance back at Mpilo.
His cheeks flush red and he looks down. I laugh when he melts into his seat. "My car" I say when he passes the hospital.
"Don't worry about it" He shrugs it off, heading to my apartment estate. He parks on my usual spot and unlocks the doors.
We get out and Mbuso wakes up almost immediately. His eyes scan around and his lip quivers when he doesn't find what he's looking for.
"Mthathe" I say to Melokuhle and he takes him from me. Manje ngizothini kubazali balengane?
