BLACK BONNIE

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Omuhle watched her bestfriend and siblings raid her closet silently as she sat on her bed thinking about the argument she had had with her husband a day ago. She hated that they were not really speaking at a time she needed him the most but she was so mad at him she did not want to see him.

'You are quietly seating down,watching us go through your expensive closet and you are not throwing a fit. Okay what is wrong?'

Her longtime childhood friend Cairo asked. They met in kindergarten and have been inseparable ever since. They even got their mother's to be friends even though Omuhle's mother was royalty and Cairo's mother just a regular citizen.

'Just thinking about the argument I had with Omari early yesterday morning... he just hates that I am always pumping breastmilk. He says I am just torturing myself and I should just stop. When we do find our son we will feed him formula but I don't want that. I want to breastfeed him like I had initially planned before he was stolen from me..'

Cairo pulled out an ottoman and sat next to her bestfriend,who was now in tears and held her hands comfortingly. Second to her sisters Cairo was the only person the young queen was very close to. They knew and kept each other's secrets.

' I am sorry love. I wish I could say I know how you are feeling but I don't. One thing I can confidently say is that Omari loves you and he is really worried about you. He is doing everything in his power to find your son and I am confident he will.'

'If he is worried about me,why does he argue with me about this.'

She asked as tears rolled down her cheeks. Cairo shrugged her shoulders and hugged her bestfriend to comfort her.

'I think he blames himself for what happened after all he did hire the girl. Maybe to him watching you do that just makes him realise how much of a failure he is. You both need to sit down,talk to each other and listen to each other. The therapist can only help you up to a certain point with your trauma but you both have to work on the drift this is causing in your marriage. When were you intimate?'

Omuhle thought about it for a second.

'We made out in the car the night of the ball but recently it has just been pecks on the lips.'

Cairo shook her head. Her younger siblings walked back into her bedroom from the closest.

'I mean when last did you make love,fuck or have sex'

Cairo was never the type to sugar coat her words and this made her sisters giggle like school girls.

'I think the last time was when I was eight months pregnant after the doctor advised us to stop.'

'Dimples be honest is the king the type to fuck or make love?'

Luthando her first youngest sister questioned her with a devious smile and laughed when she flipped her middle finger at her.