IT GETS BETTER WITH TIME. <NOT EDITED>

Chapter Twenty Two-truth revealed

"You know me too well, thanks," I smile and kindly accept the divine aroma.

"Busisiwe," Mhkulu begins.

"Yebo mhkulu," I utter not meeting his glance.

"I called the family here today, including your mother's family that we have met a few days ago, to come speak with you my child."

I love how humble and warm Nthai's grandfather's voice is. He brings peace to me without even trying to hard.

I catch Nathi's glance yet again. He is covered by Siya's arm around his neck, as if gesture to comfort him.

That's a good gesture. I still need him to be comfortable even though we're not in good terms.

"I know Sbongiseni went about this the wrong way, and I apologise for him, but now that we found your family, can we atleast talk and find a way forward?" Mhkulu suggests.

Sbongiseni went about this the cowardly manner. I could have lost my child for crying out and I'm guessing he wouldn't have cared. He's a bitter coward who fails to prosper his dark ways by himself but uses people's weaknesses to succeed.

I wanna hate him so bad but I can't. What life will I have if I hate the brother of my man? I should be spreading peace amongst them, not hate.

Gogo who is seated next to mkhulu on the two seater couch begs with her eyes that I agree.

On my left hand side, I catch a glimpse of my mother's twin sister, with her mom and her twin duagthers who look almost my age on the three seater couch squashed together.
They are also begging with their eyes I speak up.

Khanyi brushes my back.

I sigh, "Sure mkhulu, we can talk and have a way forward," I breathe for peace sake.

"Perfect. Nonkosi, please tell us what happened all those years back," mhkulu instructs.

I'm guessing Nonkosi is my mother's twin.

"Yebo, baba," she begins. "Well, back then before Busi's mother passed on, I was based at London. I lived there with my boyfriend, and I was a reporter back then. I and my twin sister were really close, even though I was based somewhere else," she sighs.

Argh, can she get straight to the point already. I want to know what happened and why they didn't fight as hard for me to be found.

"Busisiwe lived with her gogo and her parents."

Oh yeah, now I remember. Gogo used to tell me her funny stories about her past, and she used to give me sweets everytime, even though my mother told her, "Mama, please don't give her sweets because you'll make her go crazy."

That's my gogo and oh boy has she changed. I can't even believe I forgot what she looks like.

I glance at my grandma, and tears start to blind me but I magane to hold them back. This is not the time to be teary, its to sudden for that.

I scan her pale skin and saggy body and I bow down again, feeling completely numb. It's really her, I've missed her. She looks very old now, and very ill.

"Mama had no one to take care of her as our older sister, Ntombi got married and disowned her own family. Years later I recived a phone call from mama, informing me about my sister's death," her voice breaks as she continues elaborating the story.

It quite obvious she's hurting, revisting your dark past has never been a walk in a park. That thing is tormenting.

"That's when I lost everything, my job, the boyfriend whom told me never to come back, including the kids. After the funeral, Ntombi decided she'll raise Busi as her own. We tried fighting her but then she had money and the best lawyers money can buy," she sobs.