Third Person's POV
Like what they are usually doing at night, Fatima is doing the dishes, Sarah is cleaning the table, and Sandro is fixing the things that he needs for tomorrow's flight.
Everyone is doing their own job and have their own world. Everyone is busy.
After they finish what they are doing, all of them sit on their sofa. They are smiling at each other like nothing happens earlier. Their smile is a proof that the quarrel that happened is already finished, and that the anger in their heart has been removed.
"I have my business meeting in Beiyora tomorrow. I will leave early since the flight is at 6am," Sandro said.
The smile on Sarah's face automatically fades. Fatima and Sandro can see the loneliness in Sarah's eyes.
"How long will you stay in Beiyora?" Sarah asked her father.
"Maybe for 2-3 days," he answered.
"That long?" Sarah asked aga
Sarah's POVAfter my father gave Miss Fatima a kiss, he walked to the gate where the taxi is waiting. He put his baggage in to the compartment of the car. Before her enters the taxi, he waves goodbye to us.Both of us waved back to my father. In a moment, the taxi begins to drive away from our home."Three days," Miss Fatima murmured."Yup. Three days," I replied back.We will wait for three days before my father come back here from his business meeting in Beiyora. I know that three days is just a short span of time, but I cannot help but to think that three days will feel like 3 years for me. Inside, I hope that his meeting will finished early, so that he can go home without reaching three days."Let's go inside. It's still five in the morning. Still early," Miss Fatima said to me.We walk inside the house. Miss Fatima goes to the kitchen. Maybe she is going
Sarah's POVAfter reading the note, I open the fridge and I saw several uncooked foods inside, most of it are dairy products. There are eggs, both white and violet, chocolates, strawberries, and many other foods inside. But of course, I get the one food that I know can ease the hunger I am feeling right.I get the plastic of hotdogs. Since I cannot afford to wait for so much time to cook another fine dish, I just get the hotdogs for it is very easy and fast to cook.While waiting for the cooking oil to be heated, I open the radio near the door of the kitchen. It is my hobby to listen to news everyday. I was a journalist, editorial writer specifically, since when I was in fifth grade. I am also joining debates inside and outside the school. That's why I need to be oriented with the latest happenings in the country and around the world.I moved the channel to 96.8 or the Metro News channel. It is my
Sarah's POVI look at my watch and I realized that it is already two in the afternoon. The sun is shining so bright and the sky is pure blue. I can't see no white clouds above. The heat that I am feeling right now is so intense.I know that I am not the only one who can feel the rising temperature. The people who are walking around the park, the couples in the other side, and the children playing for hours are now also dripping in sweat. The heat of the sun is making our skins to produce so much liquid that is adequate for our shirts to be wet.In order to relieve the hot temperature I am feeling right now, I decided to buy an ice cream. I think that the cold ice cream can ease the heat, somehow.When I arrived at the ice cream shop, that is located just few steps away from the center of the park, the queue is so long that the last person in the line is on the bench already. Many people are buying ice cream. I
Sarah's POVMy heart is pumping so fast. I am very nervous. What if the superstitions are true? And my father is in danger? What if something bad happened while he is on the plane? Or while he is in Beiyora?My mind is full of "what ifs". I can't handle this feeling anymore. I might explode anytime."Calm, Sarah. Be calm. Just think of positive things," I said to myself, trying to forget the nervousness I am feeling right now.I took a deep breathe and I let it out loudly, then repeat. With that way, what I am feeling right now will ease.I started thinking of any other reasons why I cannot call my father's phone. Maybe, he is in the middle of his meeting. Maybe, his phone has low battery. Maybe, he is just busy.Okay. I will just tell Miss Fatima about it. I know that she can help me. I know that Miss Fatima is not like me. She can control her emotions and she does not think
Miss Fatima's POVThe light that the sun is producing wakes me up in the morning. I woke up peacefully today. I feel so relieve, and I think I know the reason why. I started walking outside my room and make my way to the room of Sarah.I take a peek inside Sarah's room. Sarah is sleeping so safe and sound. I did not bother to wake her up. I read an article yesterday night that waking someone from sleeping peacefully can cause its neurons to die. Well, I do not want that to happen to Sarah, so I'll just wait for her to wake up herself.When I reached the kitchen, I made my own coffee to give heat to my body and also, to wake up my sleeping organs. While doing my coffee, my phone rings out of nowhere. I leave the kitchen and start finding my phone. Luckily, the ringtone is loud enough to help to find it.I get my phone inside the drawer. An unknown number is calling, but I still click the green logo.<
Sarah's POVI believe in the saying "expect the unexpected" for that already happened to me several times. I always think about what is going to happen everywhere I go. This may sound so weird, but overthinking a part of my life.I never think of any positive if I am only thinking for myself. As a little girl who grew up in a house full of arrogant and competitive people, I always think that something bad will happen like failure. So what I did to myself is to think advance. I always think of everything that may happen, but this one, this happening now, I really don't think of it, even in my dreams."Rhea," I said with a soft tone when I saw her walking towards us.I can smell trouble. I know that once Miss Fatima and Rhea face each other, a scene will be created, just like what happened in the restaurant. That was the last time they faced each other and what happened in the restaurant is a mess that created a
Sarah's POVMe and Miss Fatima walk back to home after the Zumba session. That was fun, actually. In my life, I never attended such sessions for what I am attending are always academic session. I never expected that exercising with a large number of people will be fun.About what happened earlier, I am so glad that the people here in our place is our allies. They are protecting Miss Fatima and the Dela Cerna Restaurant. I didn't feel any guilt about what happened to Rhea, she deserves that. She deserves to be shamed in front of several people."Sarah, why are you smiling?"I get back in my consciousness when I heard the voice of Miss Fatima. I look at her before answering her question."Nothing. I just remembered what happened in the gymnasium. That was awesome," I said with a tone that proves that I am amazed by what happened earlier."Indeed, but Sarah, I don't want you to imitate
Miss Fatima's POVTwo good news came today. The first one is that the policemen already have a lead about the sabotage that happened in my restaurant. The second one is that Sandro is already going home tomorrow. Maybe this day is not that bad as I thought.Me and Sarah are eating quietly. I can see that Sarah is so excited to see her father. I know that she misses Sandro very much, even her father leaves for just 2 days. She really loves her father. No wonder why Sandro loves her very much.I remember, in the gymnasium, she proudly said to the other woman that I am her mother. That made my heart melts. That is the second time that someone became proud of me as their relative. The first one is Sandro.It is very heart whelming when someone is proud of you as their mother. It is a feeling that is better than the feeling of having butterflies in your stomach. I know that Sarah is not really fully adjusted