Samantha

The past few days I have been sick to my stomach, I have not gotten any answer about Bavumile, if whether he was dead or alive.

It has been 3 days and the question have gone unanswered. I have spent so many days talking and talking, I have done so much talking, trying to get answers about Bavumile that I don’t feel like talking no more.

“How long will you stay here sulking?” My mother ask bulging in my room. How the hell did she even manage to get in my apartment.

“You can’t stay mad forever.”

“Watch me.” I said turning the other way. She sighed “I did you a favour Sam.”

I stood up “Did it ever crossed your mind that I actually like him? That he makes me happy?” I asked sitting down on my bed “He makes me want to live.”

“You will find other nice guys, who are not murderers.”

“That’s the thing, I don’t want other guys, I want him.” I said in low broken voice.

“Come here.”

I turned my head and looked at my mom still in her formal clothes and her tight bun “No.”

“Will you just come.” She said turning around. I sighed and followed her, not carrying that I was still in my SpongeBob onesie and sleepers.

I didn’t ask no questions as we got into a car, and it took off.

My heart raced when I saw the prison building, different from the one that Bavumile was at. I looked out of place as we got inside, there was no one around but me and the guard escorting me to the visitors area, my mother stayed behind in the car, not wanting to come in.

Separated by only a glass I saw him, Bavumile. He looked beaten but still handsome, I wanted nothing than to wrap my arms around him, shower him with kisses and tell him how much I love him.

Even though he looked like he was deep in pain, he had a smile on his face.

I gave him a small smile as I picked up the phone, “Hi.” He said.

Butterflies filled my stomach, with my other hand I placed it on the glass, he also held the glass.

“Hi.” I said as a tear streamed down cheek “I’m sorry.” my heart break all over again.

“Hey, don’t be, don’t blame yourself. Ever.”

I nodded.

“I missed you.” He said.

“Me too.”

It felt nice seeing him again and hearing his voice. I spent so many days thinking that he had died and now seeing him again, alive and okay I was relieved.

“I took the blamenfor everything.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I love you Samantha and I would do anything for you. Plus you wouldn’t last a second in jail.” He smiled.

We talked about everything and anything, it was as if nothing had change and we were still in Free State in that house together, we talked for so long that I lost track of time.