LOGINKumba. For a moment after she finishes talking, I don’t move, I just sit there, leaning back against the headboard, watching her.Because everything she said lines up but also I don't really know what to say to her, not after everything I accused her of last night. I run a hand over my face, exhaling slowly, my thoughts still tangled up, still refusing to settle into anything solid.l, I know I should say something or say something but before I can form the exact words a loud knock echoes through the room.It's sharp, urgent and aggressive it makes Gesare flinches slightly and I notice that.We both turn toward the door instinctively as another knock follows, harder this time.“What now?” I mutter under my breath, irritation already creeping in.Gesare stands up, hesitating for a second before walking towards the door.“I didn’t order anything else,” she says, more to herself than to me.There is another voice now, Muffled and it sound like she is arguing.“I said you can’t just”Th
Kumba.The coffee helps, but not enough to kill the headache completely, my head feels is heavy and all I want to rely do is lie back down, but I can't. I sit there for a while after she corrects me, just watching her. I watch her quietly, studying her in a way I haven’t allowed myself to before. She looks more composed and put together this morning, but there is something underneath that, like she is holding herself together by sheer will.I set my cup down slowly and carefully because I need to do this right, last night I was under the influence of alcohol, I was confused and angry and all I did was accuse her of a bunch of things, today I just wanted to take to her calmly, maybe that will get me the information I needed. I shift slightly, turning towards her and she doesn’t move or look at me at all, she was still keeping her distance. “You can come sit down, I am pretty sure you are tired,” I say quietly, she hesitates for just for a second before she walks towards me and sit
Gesare.I didn't sleep at all, I mean how could I even get any sleep with a billionaire passed out on my cheap hotel bed. Maybe for a few minutes here and there I did close my eyes, but nothing that counts.The entire night sits heavy in my chest, replaying over and over again like something my mind refuses to let go of. Every word he said. Every accusation he made before when he came here. But the question that echoed in my mind was him questioning everything I told him about myself, how could he think someone can lie about stuff like that. I close my eyes briefly, pressing my lips together as I sit on the edge of the chair across from the bed, it was the only other furniture in the hotel room.Kumba is still lying on the bed, in the same exact spot where he passed out last night. Half on his side, one arm thrown across the mattress, breathing slow and deep like none of it ever happened.My gaze lingers on him longer than I want it to, taking in the view of his perfect manly body
Diane. The hospital corridor feels too bright.I sit there, but I don’t feel like I’m sitting. My body is still, but everything inside me is pacing, spiraling, refusing to settle.The smell of antiseptic clings to the air, sharp and cold, and every now and then a nurse passes by, their footsteps echoing in a way that makes the silence feel even heavier.Beside me is my sonKumba, he is restless.He hasn’t sat down properly since we got here. Even now, he is half standing and half leaning against the wall, his hands running through his hair over and over again like he’s trying to undo something that’s already been done and I watch him for a moment. Then the frustration rises again.“You left her alone,” I say, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the silence.He stills slightly.“Mom”“You left her Kumba ,” I repeat, louder this time, the words fueled by fear more than anger, but they come out harsh anyway. “Alone in your house in her condition.”His jaw tightens.“I told you I
Diane.Something isn’t right, I can feel it I just can't explain it.It starts as a small discomfort, the kind you try to ignore because you don’t want to sound dramatic, even to yourself. But as the minutes stretch into hours, that feeling doesn’t fade, It grows.By mid morning, I am pacing around my living room, my phone clutched tightly in my hand.Gesare should have been back by now.She told me she was spending the night at Kumba’s house. I didn’t question it, I knew she was fine but today morning I realized she had forgotten her phone here, and my son has been sending me straight to voice mail all morning. Kumba's son was a few houses down from mine but I also don't want to pop up on them Unnannounced but Kumba knew she was supposed to take her vitamins at exactly ten am and yet he had not brought her back. “She wouldn’t forget herself, she knows she is not supposed to miss even a day,” I murmur to myself, shaking my head. “Not her.”I try calling my son Kumba again and lucki
Gesare."I am really tired, I should get some rest it has been a really long day." I finally say getting up from the dining table, and that's when Kumba finally looks up at me. "Okay you get some rest." Diane says and I walk away, the hallway feels longer on the way back, or maybe it’s just me.Every step echoes softly against the polished floors, the sound too loud in the quiet of the house. Dinner still lingers in my mind, the polite conversation, the careful words, the way Diane looked at me like she was trying to rewrite her opinion in real time.I reach my door and pause for a second, my hand resting on the handle. For a brief moment, I consider going back downstairs. Sitting in the living room and doing something normal, but nothing about this feels normal and I know Kumba is still around so he needs spaces with his mom. So instead, I push the door open and step inside, closing it gently behind me.The room greets me with the same stillness I left it in still perfect and untou
MoraaI don’t remember the drive to my mother’s house, one minute I was in Kumba's lap, the air too tight in my lungs, my ears ringing with his words. The next, I was slamming my car door so hard the sound echoed through the quiet neighborhood like something breaking, maybe it was me.My hands wer
Moraa. There is a possibility that another woman is out there carrying his child and the thought alone makes something twist painfully inside me because that was supposed to be me, I was the one supposed to carry his child. I swallow slowly, trying to keep my expression steady, but I can feel it,
GesareI don't realize I've fallen asleep until a sharp knock at the hospital door jolts me awake.For one blissful second, I forget everything.Then I feel Kumba's arm around my shoulders.The hospital bed beneath me.The ache in my body.The baby.Moraa.My eyes open slowly.The room is brighter
I realize how exhausted I am until everyone finally leaves the room.Diane stepped out to speak with hospital security again.The nurses came and went, the hallway quieted.And now it’s just me and Gesare again.Only this time, everything between us feels different.She’s lying against the pillows







