Dia's room.
"Found a name yet for the unborn baby?"
The voice came. Dia sat up immediately in the bed, as she looked around trying to figure out where the voice came from. Then to her left, she noticed a new mirror hung on the wall.
"Fuck!"
She muttered. She knew that that was Grandma's work. She didn't know why the old woman had to enter her room and replace whatever she thought was missing or old in the room.
Most times, she found it difficultly to say whose room the room truly was. Whether hers or Grandma's.
"If I were a prophet, you know I'll be the richest from accurate predictions."
The voice came again as she snapped back to reality. She dragged her bootie back in the bed towards the head of the bed and leaned on it, looking at the mirror.
At first, she was tempted to walk over there and do what she did to the previous one but that would seem like an act of
Have you ever had such experience too? Speaking to yourself... having your inner person come to life and speak to or argue with you as though they were real?! I'd love to know.
One of Rowe's companies."Morning, Sir.""Morning, Sir.""Morning, Sir.""Morning, Sir.""Morning, Sir."Came the greeting from the right and left angles of the company hall to Rowe in his Mafia attire, black T-shirt with a skull inscribed in it, a blue jacket, baggy black bean and a pair of white sneakers. He had himself supported with a walking stick made from bones. A ceramic you might want to say.All he did to the greetings was waved his old but bloody left hand. His right hand was entirely for something different. Such thing you wouldn't want to think of. Well, not all unthinkable things are cruel."Morning!"He finally bit the word in a growl, glaring at the set of ladies who had just greeted after the spree of pleasantries.The ladies in fear tucked their heads into their works, cowering as they typed into the system, their fingers trembling. They knew too well never to
Her dance studio. "Hello, this is Dia, who am I speaking with?" She asked, her eyes keen on the students who were swaying to the rhythm of their hearts, mimicking the steps she had thought them. They were at the verge of perfection and she could say boastfully that they were ready for the presentation at the concert. That was all she had been doing, only to be intruded by that call. And picking it up, her ears and brain were both at alert awaiting the response. She could had made a guess on who had called, but twas some unknown number. Then after the long awkward silence which almost forced her to hanging the call, there came a still, feminine but polished voice, "This is Sophia. Calling you from a private firm of Psychology and Human rights. We are called, Lovlock Enterprises GTM, situated in the UK, Canterbury." Dia thought for a while as the British accent paced her mental ken and left her struggling
At the studio."Hello, Lancy. Are you busy now or do you have few moments to spare?""Oh, Dia. Spare me some moments, please. I'll join you soonest."Lancy's sweet and polished British accent flowed over the speaker. Dia wasn't really moved by the accent. She had better things and pressing matters weighing on her mind.She stared blankly at the graffiti wall opposite her on the chair she was seated. It had been several days since the call from the fatty. She spent her days as usual; from studio to work and by and by. She hadn't really been in touch with Max and had hardly been replying his texts. Twas a new day again but she couldn't simply pretend that she was fine.Twas just 10am, none of her dance students was around yet. The old ones had gone for the concert and had won; they came second though. But twas a thing to be proud of.She and her secretary were the only ones present at that moment. She had
At the beach. "Hey, Max." Dia said over the phone, then came Max's anxious voice, "Hey, Dia. You scared the hell out of me. What is wrong? Why have you been avoiding my calls? Was it because of what happened the previous day. I didn't--" "Max..." She interrupted and he quit talking. She was trying to imagine the kinda expression he was wearing. His cute and innocent face would very much be smothered at that moment, she guessed. "I'm here, Dia. Couldn't just keep mute since --" "Come to the beach." She interrupted again. Then there came the stutter of Max, "Beach? What beach? You're in --" "Alki." She seemed to take delight in interrupting him. But he didn't mind. He kept coming on and on again. "But it's fine if you are busy." She said but Max shot, "Of course not. I'll be there in twenty minutes." He said. But before either could han
Dia's Studio."One moment."Dia called at her secretary who was just walking towards her end of working place. The lady turned, short black skirt and blue blouse, to-matched with a pair of shoes striped blue and black."Yes, Dia."She said keeping a straight face. Dia didn't hesitate,"About the previous day, I didn't mean to be rude. Just the mood I was in. You've also been very helpful to me and I wouldn't throw dust in your face."She watched the lady's face melt into confusion. She probably was struggling to understand what Dia was doing."Does that mean you're saying a 'sorry'?"The secretary let out her contention. Dia scoffed instead and bit her words,"Is that one of the words you made up?"The secretary smirked and shook her head. She walked away from her as Dia chuckled softly. A part of her was beginning to like the secretary but that feeling wouldn't last long.
Rowe's apartment."Be sure that the hall is well decorated."Max said to the henchman who had just told him about the state of the hall they would be using for the wedding. The wedding hall you might want to say.The henchman bowed slightly and turned away from him. He watched the fellow walk out of the parlour towards the door. He sighed and thought for a while what to do. Whether to call Dia again or just go to her studio.Then he just felt an urgent need to go see his mom. It's been quite a while since he spoke with her. And his wedding was just a throw stone away. He didn't know why he felt differently about the coming wedding when he knew too well that twas just a sham."Mom."He called, taking the passage to the right from the parlour. He would have to take the passage down then take another turn. He had always wondered why his father had built a maze instead of a house. Well, one thing to th
Dia's studio."I've always told you that all you need to keep in shape while dancing is your balance. If you cannot get a hold of it, you would keep missing the vibe in the swaying of both of legs and waist."She said, walking through the second aisle made by the dancing girl divided into three rows of three dancers."Now let's go again."She urged and walked to the front, facing them. Then she started dictating as one after the other the girls came in shape. She called,"Left slide, right back, forward tilt, then jump."She was becoming impressed by the way the girls got in shape. She watched them take the sequence over and over again, then she called,"Excellent. Let's go two more steps. Then we could talk about the music."Watching the girls dance was becoming a great part of her. There were quite the numbers of things which had fall into the plan but weren't original. And somehow, they seemed to ha
Same day."Hope I didn't keep you waiting."Dia heard from behind her and then felt a slight hug from behind then a peck on her cheek. She must have been held in the depth of her thoughts for her not to had heard someone coming."Lancy."She muttered as Lancy hurried to her seat, dropping her bag hastily and holding Dia in her concerned face,"Aww, my baby."Lancy said, reaching her hand across the table to hold Dia's. Dia let her and said,"I'm sorry I was rude to you on the phone."She started. Lancy squeezed her hands gently and smiled,"I would never be mad at you. I brought it upon myself."Dia sighed, trying to hold back her tears. That obviously wasn't what she needed at that time."Were you busy when I called you? Twas too impromptu, I shouldn't had, but I had no option."Dia said again as Lancy came on,"Stop talking about me. You seem worried to