DANIEL: As soon as Brenda was out of sight, I quickly called Nadia.
"Nadia, please meet me up; it’s important."
I was smart with my dealings, but a part of me felt threatened that Brenda had knowledge of everything I did. If she really did, I would have to watch steps too.
It took Nadia a while before she finally made my heart flutter when she replied, "OK! Where should I meet you?"
My heart beamed with Joy. I have to freshen up for our encounter.
NADIA: At first I wanted to react to the words that made my heart rent in two, but my brain helped to calculate the loss I would encounter.
Daniel gave me a surprise call, thank goodness; it helped relieve the tension seated in the midst of Joyce and I.
"OK! Where should I meet you?" I replied his request; I actually didn’t plan of meeting up with him.
"Joyce, I’m sorry," I apologised quickly.
She sat on her bed and sighed. It seemed those were the words her itching ears were yearning to hear.
"It's OK," she said.
My mind began to push me back and forth: “Now that she has accepted your apology, tell her about Brenda. It's now or never!”
"Brenda confronted me today..."
Her red eyes rekindled;
"What!?"
An announcement was made in the Public Address system; break time was over.
"What did she say?" she asked as she handed me my clothes.
"Nothing much; she only pushed me to admit that Madam Serena has been teaching me privately.”
"And what did you tell her?"
She questioned, looking straight into my eyes as if she was planning to have me on the hook if I dare tried to lie.
"I denied it, don't worry."
She sighed a big relief.
"Nadia, you are late!" Brenda shot at me when we got to the hall.
What the heck! I wasn’t the only one late; she ignored Joyce and faced me. The manner at which Joyce glared at her made me understand that they both avoided each other's wrath. I still wondered how they managed to pretend like they weren't siblings.
Brenda introduced the lesson of the day: Chinese chicken salad. She gave us a list of ingredients; instructions on how to prepare this dish followed suit shortly after.
“Preheat the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Combine 1 tablespoon of soy sauce and 1/2 teaspoon of sesame oil and brush onto the chicken breasts. Arrange in a baking dish and bake until juices run clear, about 13 to15 minutes. Remove from oven, cool completely, and cut into 1/4-inch slices. In a large bowl, combine Napa cabbage, red cabbage, carrot, scallions, water chestnuts, Mandarin orange and sliced chicken. In a separate bowl, whisk together 3 tablespoons of soy sauce, vinegar, garlic, ginger, oil, 1 and 1/2 teaspoons of sesame oil, brown sugar and chili sauce. Pour dressing over salad and toss to combine. Divide among bowls and top each serving with 2 teaspoons toasted almonds.”
Few hours later, the lesson was over. Daniel was quick to catch up with me. He held my hands when I wasn't paying attention.
"Listen Nadia, I care about you, that's why I’m here running after you, OK? The least you can do is listen to what I’m about to say to you."
His words pricked my heart. I felt bad.
"I’m sorry!"
He smiled, really cute smile.
"It's OK. Nadia, you have to be careful…"
I made him pause when I signaled Joyce to go on to the hostel without me.
"Brenda is planning something evil against you; someone big has got her back. I don't know what you girls are struggling for, but please watch your steps very carefully."
Fear came on me immediately, but I acted like it was nothing.
"OK, thanks. See you..."
Before I dropped the words, he gave me a quick kiss on my cheek.
Like seriously!?
"I just felt you would need that. See you later."
I didn't know if getting angry was the right mood to suit the flutter I felt in my heart.
I was still thinking about what had transpired when my sight was suddenly taken away from me. Before I could scream, my mouth was shut; I passed out.
I woke up in a large office, laid on a sofa.
The man who sat in front of me made my heart beat like the talking drum. My mouth shivered to my bone when I questioned;
"Wil... Wilson?"
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comment Comments (6)
@Apoki... That's very true
In life all hope are not lost, nadia has the determination because sometin push her to go for food traing which was was wilson, so never loose hope when u know d world has not come to an end.
So intriguing... Thumb's up here.
Interesting...
Nice. Waiting for the next episode
Nice. Can't wait to read all this series