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TEARS OF A ROYAL BLOOD

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SEASON FINALE

 

SINDISWA

For her, things have been both smooth and miserable. Her dream of getting back together with Sipho was crushed, there was no hope for them. Sipho loves his wife and he would rather be caught dead than cheat on her. She gave up eventually, her heart is slowly accepting the L. She is just his baby mamma right now, nothing more. She really regrets the way she went about the whole thing. She acted like a teenager and almost ruined chances of her daughter to know her father’s side of the family. She did apologize to Jabu for how she behaved and acted. She forgave her, since then she has never bothered them again. Sipho is the one who calls Zizipho directly when he needs something from her, or just wants to talk to her.

She promised that she would stay away and she’s doing exactly that. It does hurt that she spent 23 years thinking she still has a chance but she was only fooling herself.

She doesn’t live with Solwazi anymore, she bought her own house. From the money Qhawe left for her and the one she had.

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KHOLO

It’s been three years since she returned home. She has gotten used to it by now and it seems normal. The first year was hard, she took long to adjust to living like a princess again.

She fixed her relationship with her daughter and son. They get along now. Surprising, but she has accepted that Qhawe was not royal and she has made peace with it. The title of being Queen mother would have gotten into her head eventually. She’s just glad everything is going well, she’s helping in the family businesses and making money. Unlike when she was married to Qhawe and being a housewife. Now she works and earns the money she spends. Too bad it took her so many years to realize that.

Sindiswa? They are not exactly friends but they are civil with each other. They are family after all and they are still going to see each other on multiple occasions.

Qhawe’s estranged son, Mangaliso had a wedding months ago. Apparently the ancestors chose him to be the king. She was angry at first because she felt like her son deserved the tittle but then she remembered that she doesn’t want the life of scheming and jealousy anymore. Which is why she is here at the party even today, well the party was yesterday but she’s still here. Mangaliso is a good child, and he knows how to respect an adult.

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MKHONTO

Few people were at the royal house today, many left yesterday when the party ended. He was still here, because he’s family and he needs to talk to Mangaliso, he noticed he wasn’t okay yesterday.

He looked over at Lisa next to her and he smiles to herself. He counts his blessings twice every day, he had to do a lot of begging and apologizing before she could finally accept him back.

With Madida completely eradicated from their lives, he’s glad nothing will ever possess him again.

His brother, Mangaliso is the one who is king now and he’s doing a good job than he did. They have completely renovated the royal house. It looks different, but beautiful. It’s hard to believe this was their home at some point.

Now they are just here to support their brother.

He sighs and gets out of bed. He goes to brush his teeth and wears his clothes.

Mangaliso:You are finally awake.

He says to him as he approaches the chair.

Mkhonto:Yeah. Are you good?

Mangaliso:Yeah.

Mkhonto:Come on. I know you by now. Talk to me.

Mangaliso:*Sighs* Fine. It’s Londi.

Mkhonto:What has she done?

Mangaliso:I think she still has feelings for Solwazi man. Yesterday I found them talking and she was holding his hands.

Mkhonto:I don’t know about Londi, but I know Solwazi. He’s over her. And wasn’t it said that they were influenced by the ancestors to make them think they love each other?

Mangaliso:Yeah, but I don’t think Londi has accepted that

Man I don’t want to be a rebound for my brother. I love Londi but she is hurting me. She woke up early even today, I don’t know where she left to.

Mkhonto:But I just think you need to talk to her, let her know how you feel. Communication is the key to any relationship.

Mangaliso:I hear you, I will try.

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SOLWAZI

He has been in a happy mood since yesterday. He has been on Andiswa’s side the whole time. They are still in bed and holding each other like it’s the last day on Earth.

Andiswa:We are going to need to wake up at some point.

Solwazi Yeah, and I need to feed you.

They freshened up and went to the main house for breakfast. Everyone was already seated on the table.

He noticed Londi wasn’t here but he brushed it off. He doesn’t have the energy to entertain her tantrums.

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#NARRATED

Sindiswa passed the bread to Andiswa and she smiled.

Andiswa:Thank you.

Kholo:Where is her royal highness?

Mangaliso:She stepped out for a while. She’ll be back soon.

They ate in peace, and were disturbed by Londi’s loud voice as she entered the room. She was carrying grocery bags.

Londi:Morning my people.

Nontombi:Morning. There is still food left. You can join us.

Londi:Okay.

She placed the bags on the cupboard and sat down. She started dishing for herself.

Londi:So Andiswa…. Congratulations once again for your pregnancy and engagement.

Everyone on the table remains quiet. Andiswa looks at her in shock. They weren’t going to tell anyone yet.

Sindiswa:You’re pregnant?

The happiness in her eyes couldn’t be missed.

Solwazi:It was not your place to say that.

He said annoyed.

Londi:Oh I’m sorry, I thought everyone knew.

Andiswa rolls her eyes bored. She knows she did it on purpose. They were going to tell everyone in their own time.

Londi:Can I touch?

She asked holding her hand out to touch Andiswa’s stomach but Andiswa quickly stood up.

If there’s one thing that she has seen, is that Londi doesn’t like her. She’s not about to let her touch her stomach.

Londi:*Confused* Did I do something wrong?

Andiswa didn’t reply but walked out. Solwazi followed her.

Londi remained at the table with everyone looking at her like she just murdered someone.

She sighed and stood up too. She went to stand near the gate and made a phone call to someone.

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To be continued