Cindy’s Pov:
The loud knock on my door jolted me awake from my slumber. “Cindy, it’s time for church!” my mom hollered behind the door. I opened my eyes wearily then reached for my recommended glasses. I put it on, heaved and got out of my bed then proceeded to open the curtains to allow fresh air into my room.It’s a bright Sunday morning, another day to prepare for church because that’s the routine every Sunday. Don’t get me wrong, I love going to church but sometimes, the stress of it makes me weary.
I rolled out of my bed then looked towards the wall clock in my room, it’s 8:15 am. I still had about an hour to get dressed for church, the service begins at 9:15 am so that’s plenty of time. But I know my mum would definitely make a fuss if I didn’t get ready before then. I don’t know why, but she prefers to get to church about fifteen minutes before the service begins.
And also, it’s a twenty minutes drive from my house to the church. I looked around my room and saw how messy it was then heaved a sigh. My room is a small one but it’s not too bad after all. It contains just a small bed, a small side drawer, small shoe rack and a closet.
My favorite color is pink, and that’s probably why my dad made it the theme color of my room. I have a few Hannah Montana posters and some gospel musicians posters as well. My Dad would definitely kill me if I keep any posters that are ‘worldly’ according to him. Technically, anyone can call me a typical church girl because most of my time is spent at work or in church.
I picked the clothes littered on the floor and separated the neat clothes from the dirty ones then put them in their designated areas respectively. I made my bed then proceeded to the bathroom to have my bath. I plastered some toothpaste on my brush and shoved it in my mouth. I looked into the mirror and I felt that wave of insecurity cloud my thinking, again.
I have perfect blue eyes, a beautiful nose and small but plump lips, my face is proof of God’s existence. My hair is light brown and really long, just like my mother’s. My only insecurity is my weight and to me, I feel I don’t look as smart and extremely gorgeous as I really want to be, just like the supermodels I watch on tv and see on the internet.
I ran my fingers through my hair and tied it into a messy bun then hastened up with brushing my teeth. I took a quick bath and slipped into a forest green colored gown which was knee length. I have the liberty to wear whatever I liked for today because I'm going to be in the church choir robe so anything I wear doesn’t really matter. I went back to the bathroom mirror to adjust my hair into a neat bun then applied a light makeup on my face.
I took my white fascinator hat and a white clutch bag then shoved my medium sized Bible and notepad inside it. I looked at the mirror and was satisfied with what I was looking at. My face card isn’t bad, i reckon. “Cindy!” My mum called out, behind my door.
“I’m coming mum!” I said in return. “You’re coming? It’s almost 9am!” “I’m done mum, just wanna grab my stuff”“Fine! Be down in three minutes, okay!?” “Yes mum.”With that, I picked a white heel from my shoe rack and hurried to the living room. My parents and younger sister were already dresssed already, waiting for me to show up.
“Good morning dad” I said out loud. “Morning, my dear. How did you sleep?” He responded In a husky tone. “Very well, dad”“Morning, Cindy” my baby sister said, which made me divert my attention to her.
“Morning Maddie”. I responded with a bright smile. Maddie is five years younger than I am but the bond between us made it seem like we’re of the same age. She’s sixteen and petite and to be honest, I envy her stature most times. I love her so much but she could be really annoying and knows exactly how to get on my nerves.“Shall we say a little prayer before we proceed?” Mother called out.
“Oh yes! Let’s come together” says my dad as we entwine our fingers together. My family is a small one but love bonded us together. Even though we aren’t as rich as we all want to be, we’re content with what we have and make do with what we have available. My dad said a quick prayer before we proceeded to the car.The car is a rickety old Mercedes car which my dad has been using for years and he bought it a few years after Maddie was born and since then, he hasn’t changed it. He purchased it when his bakery was in good shape but since two years ago, the bakery hasn’t been doing so well. But at least, me and Maddie are good kids so we don’t complain about their finances.
The ride to church was smooth and we got there in no time, even less than the twenty minutes I expected because there wasn’t any traffic. I hurriedly got off the car then proceeded to the choir quarters to collect my robe for the service.
“Hey Cindy!” A feminine voice called out. She’s one of the friends I made in church. Alice George, her father is the presiding pastor in the church so it made us pretty close as our parents are on good terms. “Hi, Alice, can I get my robe? It’s almost 9:15” I said hastily. “Yeah, of course.” She takes out a robe from a blue bag then hands it over to me then continued, “Check if it fits”I put it on hurriedly then curved my lip into a faint smile and said, “yes it does”
“Okay, let’s go inside, it’s almost time to begin the service.” Alice says, shoving some robes into the blue bag. As I was about to leave, a husky masculine voice called my name from behind.“Hey Cindy, good morning” a tall guy with a slim masculine figure came running towards me as I got out of the choir’s quarters. His name is Sean and his mother is the choir mistress, and also the presiding pastor's wife. Technically, he is Alice’s brother but he’s the older one between them. I have always known he has a thing for me but he has never spoken to me before. “How are you doing?” He asked, flashing a warm smile at me. The smile made me feel a knot in my stomach. Damn! He is so cute. I would mind staring at him all day, if I am given the chance. “I’m okay” I said nervously, avoiding his intense gaze. The thought of him talking to me for the first time made me feel butterflies in my stomach because this was literally my prayer point. We had exchanged glances a few times but aside from that, he’s just a regular popular guy at the church. I also have a crush on him I must confess but I have always thought I’m not even the kind of woman he wants. He has a good relationship wi
John’s Pov. The day was pretty bright and sunny, not too bad for a Monday morning. I picked up my phone to check my schedule for today, damn! I have a whole lot on my plate for the day. I saw a notification from Fiona, my girlfriend. I opened it and schemed through her message, “Hi honey, please call me soon, I miss you so much.”I wasn’t in the mood to talk to her, or maybe I will later in the day but right now, I had a lot to worry about. I leaned on my chair and swung it sideways while I used one finger to make a little noise in the office. My office isn’t so large but at least it’s portable, just as I like it. My father owns a big club so I work as the manager at the club. A knock on my door jolted me back to reality then a young guy in his early twenties walked in. “Morning sir, your father requests your presence” he said. “Morning Vince, where is he right now?” I asked, twirling my revolting chair around, to face him properly. “In his private room, sir” he responded with en
“Clean up this mess” I said with a grimace. The two men carried the dead body out of the room, leaving me and my father alone. I walked to the chair opposite where he was seated and made myself comfortable on it. I couldn’t detect my father’s expression, maybe because of the dark shades he wore or the effect of the dimly lit room on him. He took the bottle of vodka on the table and poured some of its content into a glass cup. He picked it up and sipped from the cup slowly. He took off his dark shades and placed it on the table then clutched his fingers together, with a stern look on his face. “How did you sort the deal with Damien Sanders?” He asked, relaxing on his chair, swinging it side to side slowly. “Went pretty well dad” I responded. “Good to hear” he said, placing the glass cup gently on the table. “I thought you said you quit drinking because of your health? What went wrong again?” “Need I remind you that you have no right to tell me what to do” he asked, facing me and
Cindy’s Pov. The ride to work was a comfortable one and to be honest, it’s been a while since I felt such comfort. My neighbor, Mrs McLean, gave me a lift in her new car. I got to work fifteen minutes earlier so I had enough time to change into my work clothes. M&T restaurant wasn’t a big restaurant but sometimes we barely got customers but I guessed the owner is a really consistent person because despite the low sales, he still manages to pay the staff and maintain the place. I got into the work quarters, thankfully the people who are working with me in this shift are yet to come. I was to work the evening shift. I quickly took my work clothes from the closet, a light blue plain shirt with M&T’s logo on it and blue pants. I picked my name tag from my bag then pinned it on the shirt. As I was about to leave the quarters, someone I felt a presence behind me. I picked up a long stick that was placed on the wall, just in case anything was there to harm me. The room was dimly lit so
John's Pov I was pissed. I just needed to get away from Fiona by all means, not that I had any specific place in mind. But seeing her face all the time, I get reminded of how little control I have over my life. Dad had to choose a girl for me? Why couldn't I make that decision myself? I'm my own man, that decision has to be mine and mine alone. He's not the one who has to wake up to her fake face everyday for the rest of his life. She can't even hold an intelligent conversation. And the gum! Did she have to chew so loud?! Doesn't she know basic etiquette?! Yeah, I was pissed and I needed to calm down a little. It would have been better if I had a bestfriend I could talk about these stuff with, but our business is a tricky one and we can only trust family; even if I wanted to, I wasn't even that close to anyone. I drove around town a little, hoping to find some kind of distraction, but there was nothing, there was very little that interests me. Eventually, I decided to stop a
John's PovWhen I returned to the club, I was a little bit surprised to see Vince anxiously waiting for me in front of my office. I knew something was off immediately."You're back." He said when he saw me."Yes. Did something happen?""Not really, but I've been asked to wait for you and let you know that your father requests to see you as soon as you return."Why?But even as I asked myself that question, I knew why.Fiona."Did he return home yet?" I asked."No, he's still in his private room.""Alright, I'll go meet him."I didn't bother entering my office, I turned around and made my way to Dad's private room, so not expecting to see Fiona sitting on the armchair across from him with her head down and her make-up streaming down her face.They both looked up as I entered, no doubt Dad had an angry expression on his face."Come in, John." Dad said in a flat tone, gesturing at the empty armchair next to Fiona's. I kept my eyes away from her and took my seat. What did she tell him?
Cindy's pov"He likes you." Mabel said as soon as the handsome customer left. I had no idea she had been listening."There's no way. Did you look at him at all? I'm clearly not his type." I objected."Uh-huh, and he was clearly not staring at you like you're a goddess. Sometimes, I think you just have a pretty head on your shoulders but yet you're so dense when it comes to men. That man was flirting with you and you made a total fool of yourself. You should have flirted back, but you couldn't utter a word. I don't blame you though, he's really hot.""What are you talking about? Besides, did you see his tattoo? He's branded by the devil, there's no way someone like him and someone like me can end up together. We're worlds apart.""Oh please, he did that to himself, not the devil and his tattoo was nice. You're so obsessed with church. If you ask me, I think that men with tattoos are the nicest, they know how to treat their women right. I mean, that's a huge tip and he was a total gentl
The first thing that came to my mind was Maddie!"Mom? Dad? What's going on? Did something happen to Maddie?" I asked, hysterical while I looked down at my wrist watch, checking the time. There was still about two hours before Maddie would return home from school.Mom looked up at me then, actually surprised to see me."Oh, you're home. I didn't hear you come in." Mom said, giving me a smile I knew for sure was forced.Dad looked up then too, but he didn't pretend to smile, he just stared at me but I knew he wasn't really seeing me."What's wrong? Why were you both lost in thought?" I asked with concern.Mom waved it off."We're fine. How was work? Did you have a lot of customers today?""Barely.""I worry for Mr. Sam. We should remember to say a prayer for his business.""I know, mom. But that's not important right now, I know something is clearly up with you two. I'm asking what it is."Mom turned away from me to Dad, staring at him as the sad expression returned to her face.Dad bl