When Love Sprouts

Chapter 2: Clockity Clock

Tick Tock - the clock went.

Azania lay peacefully on the queen size bed with the luscious burgundy duvet covering her body. The darkness of the night silently crawled away. Sunrays gracefully lingered on her smooth caramel skin.

"Switch off the lights," She scowled in a husky voice.

"TIIIIIIIMMMMEEE TO GET UP!"

"Dude, could you. . .

"Wait I'm not home? Where the f**k am I? Forget beating me up, Dad is making a leather belt out of me," she exclaimed.

Without waiting for a reply she climbed out of the warm sheets and began scavenging the room for her shoes.

"Relax, I spoke to your mom."

"YOU Did what? Wait a minute aren't you..." She said snapping her fingers. "I know you. . ."

"Javas," he said.

"Oh."

They both stood in the comfortable yet awkward silence. His pumpkin spice eyes pondered around her smudged face. Her hazel brown eyes analysed him thoroughly. She got to see his tattoo.

"Juice Back? Seriously you went through all that pain for Juice Back," she said, with laughter erupting from within her.

"Ey, the song was a hit and I was kid," he said.

"Yah, a pretty dumb kid," replied Azania.

Silence arose again, which was interrupted by a barging Danika who walked in with a tub of ice-cream in her hand.

"Can you guys kiss and stop acting thirsty. Damn," Danika exclaimed.

"Pshh, we're not close like that. . .right, Javas," Azania said, nudging Javas with her elbow.

Javas' face was red with blush. "Uhm yeah, yeah."

Back at the Oak Lane farm, Mr. Buvoir was restlessly searching for the document that contained the codes. His muffled voice became louder by the second, while he wore the look of frustration.

"Baba, what are you looking for, perhaps I could help," Mrs Buvoir asked.

"The codes, the damn codes, Anamica," He huffed ruffling through the papers.

"What codes," She asked.

He ignored her and continued with his search. The helper and Mrs. Buvoir were staring helplessly at Mr Buvoir.

"Dorcas, how long has he been this stressed," Mrs. Buvoir asked.

"He has been at this since I got here this morning. I asked if I could help but he growled at me," Dorcas whispered.

"What, oh my! Let me see if I can help him. You can go home Sis' Dorcas, I'll clean up," Mrs. Buvoir said.

"Okay. Thank you," replied Dorcas.

"Baba, what codes are you talking about, come. Sit down and relax. All you need is a sound mind."

"You know you don't need all this stress, do you want your daughter, Azania, to graduate without you being there?
Speaking of Azania, that girl has not been here since last night. I need a serious. . ."

It was as if Mrs. Buvoir was speaking alone because Mr. Buvoir was in his own world. His mind had been entrapped to the inescapable trance of Ludo's words: "Give me the codes, or your family gets it."
He knew well than to take Ludo's threats lightly.

"AZANIA!! AZANIA!!"

He shouted as the memories fell back on his mind once again. "She helped me pick up some of my papers the other day. Wait, she isn't home yet? Oh no."