The heartless angel 4/4

By Drum Digital
26 November 2013

Dumo felt his heart leap. Maybe it was a bad joke and Zintle had come to apologise. He threw the ice pack on the coffee

table and opened the door. Zintle stood there in the rain, drenched.

He threw the ice pack on the coffee table and opened the door. Zintle stood there in the rain, drenched.

“Come in, you’ll surely catch a cold standing out there,” Dumo said.

Zintle stood firm and said, “What I have to say won’t take long. Dumo, I’m married. I went to Cape Town to help my husband choose a house for us. We’re moving there in a week. I’ve decided to stay with him.”

Dumo couldn’t breathe, let alone speak.

“You’ve given me the most precious memories I could ever ask for. I’m sorry for what I’ve done.

One thing I do ask is that you don’t contact me ever again. I’m sorry, again. Goodbye, Dumo.”

Zintle turned to walk away but Dumo held her arm.

With tears streaming down his face, he said, “Zintle, you cannot leave me.

You are my angel, my life, my everything.

I bought you a ring. I’ll buy you a house too. I’ll be the best husband that you could ever ask for.

Please don’t leave me. I’m begging you!” Dumo fell on his knees and sobbed. She looked at Dumo and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

She tore her arm away from his grip and ran down the road.

(The End)

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