Lost Things

Chapter Three

"Divorce? Did I really hear these two people clearly? Oh no, I am way too old for this mommy and daddy not getting along drama.
Look at them trying to pretend that they are getting along, she doesn't want him to touch her. I need a strong drink, maybe I should go to the post-graduation party tonight. I need a distraction.

" Xoina, darling are you listening?" asked her father " I am so proud...."

" We are so proud of you," said her mother cutting Xoina's father in mid-sentence.

" Will you be coming home tonight ??" her mother asked sadness circling her eyes. 

" Susan, let the girl live! If she wants to go out with her friends by Heaven and Earth, mek she gwaan!" reprimanded her father.

"God of all that is Good and pleasant, can't you guys stop?! We are in public! Xiona whispered, trying not to sink into the earth's crust as the other parents and students
stared at her family.

Even though Xoina's parents were married for 25 years, imagining them divorced was not very far-fetched. Her mother met her father at the age of nineteen when her parents just moved from a  small island in the Netherlands Antilles called Saba. Xoina had seen so many pictures of her mother when she was younger. She was a nice slender figured woman with short curly hair, the colour of copper.  However, her mother's skin was not as dark as her father's. Xoina's favorite attribute about herself. Her father came from a  completely different background from her mother. He spent his younger years as a disc jockey ( DJ ) for a popular weekend party. Her father used music as his escape from the harsh realities of the egotistical life of a twenty-three-year-old man. Both her parents would never have guessed that they would meet each other let alone, get hitched like a horse to a carriage but it did happen. They got married fifty- two weeks later under the guise of love at first, no wonder they were now falling apart - poor foundation.

If only that was the least of their problems, her mother was raised in the Islamic faith and her father a Christian faith-based household. This never seemed to be an issue while Xoina was younger or maybe she was just too young to notice or understand. But now that she herself was a woman of twenty - three years, she was beginning to see things much differently.

"Love? Me? Not in a million years! I honestly don't believe in love, but how could I? My whole existence was built on my parent's whimsical ideas of love at first sight. I promise you Xoina darling, I will just die before I let you fall in love with Mr.OhIWanttoBeYourBoyfriend. Absolutely not, and end up like my parents! Oh no more miss nice girl, straight Taliban military approach!

" Xoina Nylaa Walton !"  beckoned her mother Susan.

" Honey, are you sure you don't want to just go to our family spot and have family dinner? " pleaded her father with a concerned look on his face.

"Daddi and Mommiiiii jus chill nuh, I promise that I am ok. I just have a lot on my mind is all. It's nothing serious, honestly."

I know I can't tell you guys anything, wouldn't want to start World War Three.

" Alright, don't stay out late, or accept drinks from strange men or..."

"Byeee, mommi!" slamming the door of the car to make for a quick escape.

" God make me an instrument of your peace! These people are about to drive me crazyyyyy! I really need to find a job sooner than later and move out because this is too much for me. God, only you see and know, mi ah tell yuh Jesaaaz! I wonder if my mother remembers that I am twenty - three years old?! No sah !"