“Come,” he led her up the stairs. He opened one more door, as wide for her to see, “This is your room. I’ve had one of my home assistances help with unpacking your bags.”
He pulled her in and sat her on her matrass. “You have a shower and a bath-tub in there, and your toilet is just there as well. If you need anything just call for me or the assistances.”
Mpumi was far from being fine. She was sickly and fright-struck. Dion saw that. He went down on his knees right in front of the woman. He held both her hands looked up to meet her eyes. She was looking at him.
“Let me help you,” said he. “You helped me, it is my turn now. I can help you recover. At least, let me add that into my wish-list. We are going to have a good time.”
He got upon his feet again, “Get some sleep. I am sure you are tired.” He was at the door by now, “The kids are asleep. I do not know why so early tod
Thabo had become a regular in the house of Dion Hill. Dion was starting to feel pressured to up his game, by Thabo’s presence around Mpumi.“No,” Dion said, “come with me instead. I am taking you to Cape Town. We are flying by jet.”“Ah, why you?” Thabo was crashed a bit. He quickly thought of something, “Hm! Mpumi is not that kind of girl. You can’t buy her with all your money and luxurious things. Can he now, Mpumi?”“Ow, of course not.”“See? Come with me, I’ll show you my favourite places in the city. I’ll have you enjoy all my favourite meals. I promise, you will enjoy this day.”“No!” cried Dion. “Come with me and you’ll show me the train. I have never gotten into a train before.”Thabo laughed at Dion’s idea as if it was the most ridiculous one ever. Dion did not like that, “What are you laughing at
Without a response, Mpumi shoved the door open. She walked in on Dion changing his top, “Oh, I’m sorry,” but she did not turn back or shy away. Instead, she walked in. She walked further into the room, she put his coffee on his desk.“Um… I’m changing to my golf Tee.”“So?”“Um…” Dion quickly gave up trying to explain to her that she had to give him some privacy. He hurried to put on the shirt. “Where’s Fortunate?”Mpumi rather looked in his eyes. She wanted him to notice her change of attire.“Okay, um… Thank you for the coffee, you can go back to work now.”Mpumi was slowly getting disappointed in him. Still, she kept her confidence on, she gave a serene smile. He turned away from her, down to the books on his desk, “Is there anything else?”“Huh?” immediately, she gave up. “No. That was all.&r
“What is wrong, Ms Hanson?”“Nothing, I’m just… It brought back memories. My husband… He died long ago… He fell terribly sick, and he was gone.”“My dad is also dying,” the boy shared. “Cancer. He’s in hospital right now.”“No. I’m sorry, Dave.”“It’s okay. I’ll be fine. I made this song in his memory. I hope to play it at his funeral.”She spread her arms, “Come.” Dave went and covered in her. “So much suffering…”It was a pity that Dion did not show progress on the remaining of his days. Mpumi finally stopped working, and rather opted to be with Dion during his last days. She would sometimes not go back to the mention just to spend nights with him at the hospital.She would read him stories she loved as a child. She would buy him extra food. She would try and sing for him. All she
Mpumi was back with Dion in the hospital. Dion did see that she was bothered.He managed to get her to talk, “Give me a child.”A silence. He was speechless.“I will miss having you around. You have become such a big part of me. Get me pregnant, I want it. I want to carry your child. Leave me with a part of you.”Dion brought his palm onto her cheek, she was close enough, he was reaching in to kiss her. He realised that she was shaking. “Mpumi?”“Yes?”“You were sent.”Hesitation from the lady, and finally, she nodded.“Who would force you to do this?”No answer.He made sense out of this himself, “Bowman—my father?”A silence.“He is a bully, that one. You should not let him.” He let her go. She gave a silent sigh of relief.……………………&hel
“I am going to ask Mpumi to give me a child.”Bowman was shocked at his son’s decision, “What did you just say, son?!”“She might just die.”“Might? She’s already dead.”That maddened Dion, “That is so insensitive, Dad!”“You’re right. It is. I’m sorry. I don’t know how that came out.”“I just…“Love her? You love her?”“That is not what I was going to say.”“Phew!” a sigh of relief from Bowman.“Dad, when mother died, she left you with a part of her. She left you with me.”“Dion…”“I cannot let her go, dad. It is too hard.”Bowman left his seat; he went and covered his son in him.None of Mpumi’s friends were allowed to visit her. She had asked Dion to ensure that. She did not feel that sh
(This chapter contains violence. Please read with caution)Slowly, Shannon and Kefense took steps back out leaving the door open to keep ‘watching over her’. Mpumi trying so hard to wiggle out his grip—she did not like him holding her down like that. “I don’t know what has possessed you right now,” he said. “I will let you go, and I will walk out. You will not jump at me and you will not throw things at me.”Dion finally let her go. He thought he was able to simply walk out now. Surely, Mpumi had calmed down. He turned his back to walk out…AHHHHH!Came the screeching voice of Mpumi. She jumped at Dion’s back—it wasn’t clear what her intention was. She simply wanted Dion to stay. She was dying—surely, Dion must give her the attention she wanted.Mpumi wanted to be a little problematic that morning. She had gone wild. Dion finally managed to th
Once again, Sphesihle heard the two sneaky boys talk again (Michael and Gift). She had learned to stalk them to hear more about Vincent.Gift: Ah, so he is adopted?Michael: His mother is sick! He doesn’t need this right now. She’s dying, Gift, of cancer.Gift: Ah, cancer, huh? Father has malnutrition—or what do they say? Kwashiorkor. And mother on the other hand goes head-hunted by the deadly cancer… Doesn’t that make a perfect headline?Michael: What? No. No, Gift, don’t do it.Gift: What a bunch of unhealthy misfits. And yet, people look at them and think they have it all. Flawless…Sphesihle thought that she had heard enough, she showed face, “Stay away from him!”“Ah, Sphe.” Gift smiled. Gift was a confident boy—it was no wonder he was the leader of the popular boy-group in the school. “Always lovely seeing you.”She went and stood at his
While Mpumi lost all hope, the remaining days of her life were spent fighting with Dion. Dion kept pushing her to eat, get out of bed, and socialise. He even left the company to his father so that he could take of the woman. She would cry all day, scream at night, and pinch whatever she found reachable when in pain.It was becoming too hard on the kids. Vincent was falling behind academically; he was always destructed. He would forget writing homework; he would forget study groups—of which he had started to help others.The other students were starting to get worried about Vincent’s consistent absenteeism. They started hovering around rumours. They were left guessing his situation. They saw how distant he had become. “Gift is giving him a hard time,” they said among themselves.“Gift doesn’t like him. He doesn’t like anyone above him.”“I saw how Gift talks to Vincent. Disgusted, and grudging.”