Chapter 8

• The old geezer left my room an hour ago, thankfully he didn't do anything out of ordinary, or I won't know what to do.
• At the dinner table.
• " I hope you didn't do anything to upset Mr. Ronaldo ? " My dad inquired.
• ' As if I'll dare to do that. '
• " I didn't. "
• " Good, at least you still have common sense. " Cyril who was quiet commented.
• " I hope you have bought all the items for the marriage and circumcision? " My Dad asked my mom.
• " I have, My Lord. " My mom replied as Respectfully as she can be.
• " That's good and you, Malisa, you must not leave your room till your circumcision . " My Dad Reminded.
• " Alright, Dad. "
• " Why are you suddenly so obedient? , It's so unlike you, Don't Tell me that you are plotting something. "
• ' As if I was ever Disobedient. '
• " She wouldn't dare to, Her fate has already been sealed. " James Thoughtfully replied.
• " Just make sure that you don't Do anything That will put our family to shame. " My Dad Said in a warning tone.
• " Alright, I'll, Dad. "
• " Let's eat. " My Dad said and we complied.
• Dinner was Egg fried rice and fish, though we lived in an uncivilized area as I would call it, we always eat healthily, we also made sure to avoid junk food.
• We ate in complete silence.
• I couldn't help but feel at a disadvantage.
• My so-called family doesn'tt care about my feelings as all they care about is my marriage.
• A question popped into my mind just then.
• ' What if I don't live till my Marriage day? , What would my parents do then?'
• I am pretty sure that my father would be very sad, not because he cares about me or loves me but because my death will bring the deal between him and Ronaldo Jones to an end which he doesn't want.
• And also he doesn't want to be on Ronaldo Jones's bad side.
• Who would want that?
• No one.
• Ria one of my ' Friends ' once told me that I am pretty lucky to be chosen by Him as he was wealthy.
• ' Lucky? ' I thought.
• Well, I wouldn't blame her though as Most of the girls him my village got married to poor hunters and farmers but I was ' Lucky ' to be chosen by a ' Rich ' Farmer.
• I wonder why he chose me, is it because of my beauty or what? But I am not even as beautiful as most of my mates.
• I can remember Sylvia one of our Neighbor's daughters who got married last year.
• She could be tagged as a goddess as she was breathtaking.
• Even as a fellow girl I couldn't help but stare at her in admiration whenever I see her.
• Don't get me wrong, I am not a lesbian.
• But despite her beauty and elegance, what happened to her?
• Not only did she get married off like the rest to an old Geezer, but she also had a tragic end as she died months ago during childbirth.
• ' What a sad Ending. '
• What would become of me now?
• I don't want to get married to an old geezer but what can I do?
• Do I even have a choice?
• I don't.
• I wish I did.
• I wish I had a way out of this.
• I wish, I had a support system.
• I found myself Missing Princess Gabriella, gravely.
• I could remember her comforting words.
• And then the last words she said to me before she left two years ago came to my mind.
• Promise me, Malisa that you won't give up on your dreams.
• I started to feel a little emotional as I remember her words.
• By now I was already in my Bedroom, my haven as I will call it.
• "What should I do, Lord? " I mumbled as hot tears streamed down my face.
• Suddenly I remembered the verse in the Bible which says.
• I suddenly felt comforted remembering this.
• Then I remembered another verse from the Bible.
• Which says.
• I took a deep breath to relax.
• I said a Quick Prayer of Request after which I went to my bathroom and washed off my tears with the running water.
• ' I hand over all my troubles to you O Lord and I trust that you will solve them for me. ' I mumbled inwardly.
• I went to sleep that night with a clear head, unlike the other nights that I cried myself to sleep.
• I realized something.
• * Crying can't solve anything, it will only make you feel miserable. *