Sybil Krishan had only one wish in her entire life - to find her Knight of the Shining Armor that would captivate her heart, not momentary but eternity. Sybil was young, vivacious and of angelic beauty. She was ambitious to marry a rich guy to enjoy...
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The pendulum of ancestral wooden rustic clock hanged on the wall swayed left and right. All Sybil heard were tick...tock...tick...tock...and the noises from the passing cars. Nearing 10 pm yet Rain had not come home yet. A paranoia hit Sybil, she panicked. She never sensed this kind of fear before even though Rain came home late...only this time, she sensed something unusual. A gut feeling perhaps! She called her dad almost 20 times. Rain didn't pick the call. The phone continued to ring and went straight to voicemail. She left a voicemail message. "Dad, please answer my calls. I am worried. I am sorry for being so stubborn. I love you always." 12 midnight, yet no call back from Rain. Sybil trembled, her whole body shaking. She knew one thing: Rain was in big trouble
Tears falling down her eyes! Since she was small Sybil was scared of death. She once witnessed when she was 3 years old how his grandpa to his dad's side shot himself with a gun straight to his cranium when he learned that he had 3 months to live because of brain cancer. His grandpa ended his life tragically. He didn't want his family to suffer and spend much money on medicines and hospitalizations. The bills were accumulating a gargantuan amount and it sucked almost his savings and some properties. That incident had also stabbed a deep wound down Rain's life. At this moment, she feared that Rain might have died in a shoot out. "Oh dad, please don't die. I love you so much." She was hapless at this hour of the night. Her relatives were in another state. Her instinct told her to call Blanca in Honolulu.
She dialed Blanca's number. The phone just kept ringing, then straight to the voicemail. Blanca told her once that she had a live-in boyfriend, a 50 year old Jamaican guy. She once showed him his picture. His skin not so coaly black, afro-textured hairs. Everything was black in him except his teeth and the sclera of his eyes. She didn't understand why her beautiful mom fell for him. Maybe his frustrations over her dad. It didn't matter now; she had to bring her mom back to Charleston if in case his hunch was right about his dad. She made one more attempt to call Blanca.
"Hello." A male answered the phone. Sybil knew it was her mom's live-in partner, a surge of anger boiling down on her. She abhorred talking to the guy, not because of apartheid or racial discrimination but her stomach notched to know that another guy lay down beside her.
"I want to talk to my mom. Emergency!" Sybil said dryly.
"Hold on, I wake-up your mom." He answered politely.
Sybil heard the Jamaican guy waking her mom. Blanca yawned, stretched her body and after a while giggled. Sybil heard it over the phone. The phone was intentionally put into loud speaker. Sybil knew the guy was smacking Blanca with torrid kisses, he did mean it to let Sybil hear, to let her feel his wanton desire for her mom. Blanca was only at her early 40's and still a hot mama. The more Sybil got irked. She shouted at the phone. "Mom, pick-up the phone it is urgent."
Blanca heard her. She picked up the phone and answered in a high-pitched tone. "Why call at this hour Sybil?"
"Dad has not come home yet. I am afraid he is in trouble. I tried calling him several times, he hadn't pick-up the phone." Sybil sobbed while talking to his mom.
