Adam's P. O. V
Tuesday!
The hustle continues. Not for me but for the poor man. I grabbed my journal from my reading table and flipped through it. It's a brown leather suede journal, a little bit old but neat. You would never know it was 10 years old. My aunt got it for me for my 19th birthday, the last birthday I ever celebrated. I sipped my chai before I started scribbling in it.
Today's work is from home. I rushed through the second routine of the day and freshen up right after to get ready for my zoom meeting with the company's board.
Probably wondering what my first-morning routine is? Well, it's prayer. Saying my prayer comes second to none. I have learnt. Learnt that I am nothing without my Lord, so every day I wake up and begin the day with His name on my lip and my head bowed in prostration.
A man without God in his life is nothing, just an empty living dead. What is the purpose of mankind if not to worship? Well, I am grateful for the guidance, for the wounds that drew me closer to Allah.
Scrap that thought you are nurturing in your mind with a smile! I am closer to my maker, but I am still a beast within. I hope I can change in the future but I am not even a teensy bit close to being a Saint. Prayer is a priority, it's a standard!
I stepped out of the bathroom with my towel wrapped loosely on my waist. I hurried with what I had to do and settled in my chair to start the meeting. Just then, my phone beeped.
It was a message from Dad. Not now, for God's sake. I switch off my phone to avoid distractions or anything ruining my mood.
I started the meeting. The agenda of the meeting was to discuss the first thing on our list and successfully implement it. After hours of business talking, giving my whys and why nots, and giving out guides to prevent mistakes, we ended the meeting.
I shut down my laptop and went straight to the kitchen for a quick lunch.
With the banging headache, I still needed to compromise and get something into my starved stomach. I decided on an oatmeal swallow and soup. I took out the roasted turkey in the fridge and the soup, both in different containers to heat...
I turned my oat swallow in no time and dished it into a bowl with the soup and turkey.
I let out a small burp with a curt after finishing the food. Lunch was sumptuous.
I went upstairs, straight to my room for a quick nap.
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Noon naps hit differently. I yawned while I rubbed my swelled eyes to get the eye blurs out. As short as that sleep was, it was a quality sleep worth everything.
That reminds me, Dad called. Gosh!
"5 missed calls? This isn't good". I yawned nonchalantly and ringed him. He picked up after the second ring.
This has better be good.
" Son, we need to talk." My eyes automatically rolled themselves.
"We already are. What's up?"
"Physically. Don't act all smart with me. Get here as soon as possible young man." With that, he ended the call before I could object.
I tossed my phone on the bed and glided my hands down my face. I don't plan on going back to that house anytime soon.
With a glance at the clock, I went into my closet to dress up. This better be good. The more I think of the possible reasons behind the impromptu call, the more my stomach churned.
If I told him I was leaving, he would have supported mom rather than seeing from my perspective. They never listen anyway, it has always been what they want.
It is what it is.
I grabbed my car key and left for the garage. I realised I forgot to wash my car. I stood there for about a minute letting out grumpy sighs.
I can't drive in a dirty car. Washing didn't take much time. What did was the clothes I went to change... My cloth got a brown stain while washing. As I was jogging back to the garage, I noticed I had a flat tyre.
Trying to keep your cools in situations like this can be so frustrating. Why on earth didn't I check my tyres before stressing about washing this metal piece of crap?
Nothing else better go wrong. I huffed a hot breath before opening my Uber app to order a ride. My ride got here and I reached my destination in no time.
I stood outside the black big gate, staring at its golden-painted sharp edges. I thought I would be far from here for God knows how long but here I am again.
Goddamnit!
I blew out a tense air before placing a gentle knock on it. Seun's voice echoed from the other side and opened hurriedly when he heard my voice.
He bowed after the pleasantries. As I entered the mini parlour, the atmosphere gave me goosebumps. So many images replaying in my head. My stomach twisted into a knot as I remembered some while others gave me a sickening feeling.
This is where I was brought up after all. It can't be that terrible. After all, I didn't commit an atrocity to feel this kind of way.
But something was triggering the emotions. The thought of why I was here is frightening enough even though I don't know what it is for sure yet. It can only be one thing, mom reported me to Dad and now he called me for a long lecture, just like he always does.
This man had better rest his mind, instead of worrying after me. I scoffed. With the amount of grey hair on his wrinkle-skinned head, he should be more concerned about himself.
I walked briskly upstairs where the main parlour is, realising how much time I have spent just standing there and obliging to just think with zero control over my thoughts.
I saw him seated, in his neatly ironed house wear reading a book. He has his usual mug by his side with steams rising and dancing from it. His glasses were placed right over his nose and his grey hair was perfectly combed. Well, you can guess already where I got my neatness from. You would think my dad would die if there was a speck of dirt around him. He could tell if the air around is clean or otherwise. That is how obsessed he is with his things and surroundings neatly maintained.
He still has his eyes glued to the book and hasn't noticed my presence. I cleared my throat while walking toward him.
Let's hear what the old man has got to say, shall we?
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