Kaoma couldn't fathom what was behind his motive in stressing that particular question, but it was obviously very important to him.
Maxixe's heart was pounding inside to the point where it felt like it could explode any second.
Everytime he thought about going after Kaoma and getting frustrated with himself everytime he got delayed, he still recalled those restless nights and days.
He was trying desperately not to ask her the one question that had plagued him daily on his journey to get to her.
The longer Maxixe looked at Kaoma, the harder it became to keep the words locked inside that he knew she needed to hear to relieve her mind.
Even though he just had her he felt that uncontrollable aching need to have her again.
Why did life have to be so difficult for him?
Maxixe was so tired of feeling like he was constantly fighting an uphill battle or standing on the outside of life.
