Sarah's POV
"Sarah? What time is it?" Miss Fatima asked me while she is cleaning the living room.
"It is already two in the afternoon, Miss Fatima," I answered without looking at her. My eyes are focusing in my laptop. I need to finish the article that I am doing and submit it before the deadline.
Earlier in the morning, I saw an article saying that there is a contest for writing an essat about the effects of climate change in the economy and health of the people. Their prizes ranges from $200 - $1000. I did not waste the chance. Of course, if I will win in the said contest, my article will be featured in a famous magazine, which is Fancy Magazine, and the cash prizes that are waiting for the winner.
After several minutes, I finally finished my article and submit it immediately to their email address. Good thing that my brain is working flawlessly today. I did not experience a writer's block and the flow
Miss Fatima's POVI run fast just to reach the house immediately. I did not take the bus or taxi or any transporation services since the traffic is very heavy during this hours. I almost tripped because I am on a rush. I need to go home as soon as possible. I have to know what happened.My heart is pumping so fast, for there sre two reasons why it do so. First, it is because I am running to fast that makes my whole body awake and tired. The other one is because of the news that Sarah said to me earlier while I am on the police station.My mind in so confused. How come? Yesterday night Sandro and Sarah talked to each other, then now he is dead? That can not be! My heart is saying that Sarah is just having a good time and kidding me, but my mind does not sounds similar to ny heart.My mind is now starting to create sad scenarios that I do not want. This contributes to the bad feeling I am experiencing righ
Miss Fatima's POVSarah and I enter the car and I drive it to reach the entrance to Mount Feruly. I know that people are not allowed to go near the Mount Feruly because of that is the place where one of the airplanes of Sakrasi airlines crashed, but I do not care. All I want now is to know everything and to be sure that Sandro is really one of the passengers of the crashed plane.The one that I heard and read in the news is not enough for me to believe that Sandro is dead. I want to see his body. No. I want to see him alive! This can not be! He can not leave us alone!"Miss Fatima! Slow down!"I was back in my consciousness when Sarah shouted at me. I did not notice that I am already over speeding. It is good that Sarah shouted at me because if she did not do that, we might have an accident. I did not know that my mind is already spacing out. What I am thinking now is about Sandro only, and I forgot that
Third Person's POV"In our records, the two men did not reached the flight in time. It means they are not in the plane when the accident happened," the staff said.Both Miss Fatima and Sarah are stunned when they heard the answer of the staff of Sakrasi Airline. Her answer gives them hope and happiness that there is a big possibility that Sandro is still alive. The hearts of the two ladies are jumping in joy. The tears that they produced earlier are nothing. The fear that they felt earlier are also nothing. Sandro is not on the plane. He is still alive.Miss Fatima and Sarah went back to their car and drive to their way back home. The two ladies look at each other like they can read each other's mind. They are smilung at each other, a proof that happiness is running throught their body. Miss Fatima started the engine and drive with gladness in her heart.Like what happened earlier, they are stuck between
Sarah's POVI can still feel my inner body laughing. I do not know how to control it anymore. When Miss Fatima realized that she dialed the old number of my father, her face was shook. My father bursted out a very loud laugh, so I can not manage my laugh also. Instead of forcing my laugh to stop, I also let go of it, making more noise inside the house."It's not funny," Miss Fatima uttered."But it is," my father answered while laughing."Hay," dad and I both said when we already stop from laughing so loud. My jaw is aching, so as my stomach because of so much laughing that I did earlier."Okay. That's too much," my father said."I am going to cook food for us. Just wait here," he added before he walks to the kitchen.Now that the only people left in the living room is me and Miss Fatima, I moved to her side."Feeling b
Miss Fatima's POVAfter a couple of minutes of driving, Sandro and I are finally in the police station. It is still early so we decided to went here in order for us to meet and interrogate Dwyane. I know that Sandro just came from his business trip in Beiyora, but he is too persuasive. He really wants to see the suspect."Good afternoon," I greeted PO2 Lopez. We are lucky because he has not leave the station early. As far as I remember, PO2 Lopez will go to the main police station of the region."Good afternoon. Good thing that you came back immediately. Actually, I am going to leave but then you came," he said."So, is this your husband?" he asked while pointing Sandro."Yes," I answered him.He said something to the police woman in the front desk. He signals us to follow him. Sandro and I walk to his path. While walking, I notice that Sandro is looking around the
Sarah's POVOne week had passed after Mr. Dwyane was captured by the police officers. In that whole one week, police officers failed to squeeze the suspect. Miss Fatima and my father are going to the police station everyday to make Mr. Dwyane to spill the truth, but what is happening is that Mr. Dwyane will look at the ground without saying anything.If there is no law about human rights, I am sure that the police officers will hit Mr. Dwyane stomach in order for him to say the truth. Of course, people will use violence in order to get what they want. But in this situation, hurting someone just for them to say the truth is against the law.Today, Miss Fatima decided not to go on the police station. She said that Dwyane us just stressing her out. She also told us that even if Dwyane will not say anything, time will come and the truth will not br remain untold.Instead of going to the police station like how the
Sarah's POVIt is already five in the afternoon when we came back home from visiting the Montreal Plays Inc. I thought at first that it will be a boring trip, but when we are already in the factory building, the beauty of it proves that I am wrong.I actually enjoyed the view inside the factory building of my father's company. From watching the way how they produce their toys to the packaging of it really amaze me. I also have the feeling that I want to watch the process of the production over and over again. I feel the satisfaction everytime I watch it.While sitting here on the couch, my eyes is staring at the little fluffy dog toy that I get from the factory. Of course, it is for free since the owner of the company is my father. I chose it because of the smooth texture of its skin. It is dog toy that can speak when you hit the black button on its upper right foot. It is also walking but just in a medium speed. The cuteness
Third Person's POVThe police officers are now preparing for they know that in a matter of minutes, Fatima Dela Cerna will arrived in their place. This is the day that everyone in the station and Fatima is waiting for. Today, Dwyane will speak the truth and the information that will surely solve the sabotage case.They placed Dwyane in the interrogation room. Of course, for the police officers to assure safety, the put Dwyane's hands together with a handcuffs. With that, they can assure that he will not do anything against them. He is place again in the area where he always sat when Fatima and Sandro or the police is asking him.Unlike the other days, Dwyane is now wearing the orange shirt for the prisoners instead of the shirt that he was wearing days ago. His pants also changed. From the blue pants he is wearing, now he has the black loose pants with him."Be ready. They must be here in some minutes," PO2 Lopes co