An unexpected Day

<p>A timid morning sun shows its signs of arrival now, highlighting the blank sky with traces of gold. The stars have disappeared. <br/>The sun poured through the window. Another day had dawned, bringing with it new hopes and aspirations for them as today is the first day at their jobs. <br/>Amelia thought of visiting Church because she hadn't been to Church for a long time. She walked in, casting her eyes down as she watched her shadow on the shiny tiles of the nave. Her eyes wandered around, watching the interior of the Church. <br/>Then she sat in the pew in the fourth row of the seating bench. She noticed how the Priest acknowledge her presence with a single nod. <br/>She listened to the choir singing. The whispering in the silence, the low-pitched music, the choir, hymns, singing. People were busy praying to the Lord, begging him to forgive their sins. <br/>For Amelia, a church was not necessary to offer prayers. One could worship the Lord by showing love and compassion to others. <br/>After coming to California, it was her first time visiting this Church. And she didn't know this day was going to be remarkable for her. <br/>A black Mercedes Benz stopped at the side of the road right next to the Church. A middle-aged man got down from the driver's seat to open the back seat for an old lady and a young guy. The guy dressed in a black tuxedo with a white shirt nodded in gratitude. He helped her grandmother to enter the Church through the stairs. <br/>Wrinkles formed at the corners of her eyes and around her mouth as she grinned at the guy. She entered the church held her hands in his. Even at the age of the late sixties, his grandmother looked a bit young. She had her golden blonde hair tied up into a loose bun. She looked beautiful in her mahogany red-knee length, high waist umbrella skirt paired with a white fill-sleeved shirt. <br/>Putting on her coat, she turned to the young man, "Martin, we are here to offer our prayers, and you don't have to look serious all the time, at least smile a bit," she said <br/>"If you want you can come with us", said continued before pointing at the bodyguard standing near the car. <br/>" And please make sure that you don't scare the people around us", she again said scowling at the bodyguard. <br/>Securing her white bag in hand, she walked with grace, her white pumps clicking against the concrete floor. she looked like the perfect English lady that she was. <br/>Martin slide his hands into his trousers pocket and watched the building while walking next to his grandmother. <br/>It was beautiful with Victorian architecture. The tower held a ring of ten balls and the spire of the church rose high above. <br/>The bodyguard stayed in the back, watching them like a hawk, ready to jump in front of any unexpected enemy. He once again reminded himself, he was there to protect them from every danger not to offer prayers in the Church. It was his duty to guard them. <br/>He still remembers the day when they attacked Martin. <br/>FLASHBACK-<br/>When Martin and his family spend their valuable time on their private island in the vacation house. <br/>Suddenly, the gunshots were heard behind Martin. But thankfully his father ran toward him on time and made him slip onto the ground under the dining table. <br/>Martin's brain wasn't able to proceed with what happened in the situation, because the bullet from behind broke the vase that was on the kitchen counter. If his father didn't come in time, the bullet that broke the vase would have been in his stomach and he might be lying on the floor in the sea of blood. <br/>They somehow escaped from the island through the underground way. But from that day, his father sends a bodyguard with him. it's like a trauma for an 8year old boy, so that day onwards he exercised hard so that he can save himself and his family anywhere. <br/>BACK TO THE PRESENT-<br/>As Amelia opened her eyes. Her heart skip for a bit when she found him a few steps away from her so unexpectedly. <br/>She can sense, everything seems bored to him. She can see how he stops himself from drifting into sleep, he glanced around, studying every little detail starting from the heavy iron-bound door. <br/>With the high arched windows, stained glass, chandelier, high altar, candle holder, crucifix, and the statue of Christ, nothing was distracting him enough to chase away the boringness. <br/>Amelia again clasped her hands and closed her eyes to thank the Lord.<br/>"Dear Lord, Thank you so much that you bring him to me, I would never regret coming to Church while skipping my first class". She said with a wide grin. <br/>After praying, he and his grandmother made their way to roam around the beautiful church. <br/>Amelia secretly followed them. She always does. <br/>A bench in the north-western corner of the Church, surrounded by the giant guardians of the parklands, the ancient fig trees. Her grandmother decided to sit on that bench, she and her grandson made their way to that bench. <br/>While Amelia seat on a bench just opposite to them, under a pink blossom tree. She watched Martin from a distance. Not knowing a pair of eyes examining her, the eyes then squint whiling smile a bit. Amelia got so emerged that everything near her got blurred expect the fig she was admiring at, the way sunlight splashed across his face and dapped it with shadow. She keeps admiring him and each time is harder and deeper than the last as if looking through his soul... <br/><br/> <br/><br/></p>