58: A MONK'S ROB!

We marched with the procession following the 'priest' who I now know was not even a priest after my girl whispered that secret to me.

I was wondering how my mother has invested in this funeral. She has never invested this much in her life unless I don't know. Even her fashion and style were invested in but not too expensive as too much like this.

This can even take the cost of building a mansion from scratch till you are done or go to Bora Bora and rent a Villa there for a whole year.

I mean, our main house has been sparkly decorated and the designers are expensive, the church, the red carpet, the extreme Bodyguards that we have today. These dresses that we've worn, I don't think Emma had this exes quite a sense of fashion to make this dress. We were never measured to start with and only someone who has been in the fashion industry for a long time would have the ability to measure me in a picture or just by a glance.

Everything here is expensive, as much as I want to talk about the gold terrible that the fake priest is holding, I won't.

I just hope she hasn't used some gold to make my dad a coffin, I will dig up that coffin and sell the gold leaving that son of a bitch in his skeletons for all I care, I won't even leave him the suits he is in.

We kept on marching. The music kept on playing in low tune.

Still, I don't want to listen to it, 

"Liar, I know you want to see Davids face right now," jeered my girl.

"Just get moving no one cares, I am here for a plan and after that am gonna fuck the man beside me," I shouted to her silently thinking that she will go away but no, she kept dancing at the periphery of my brain like the good dancer she is.

"Do you still remember the text you sent ou...." 

"Just get out," I sent her back and this time gladly she went.

"Jesus! I had forgotten about the text, she probably won't even see it. She takes like forever to get to Instagram. I would delete it when I get home after this." I thought to myself my walking silently beside Vin.

"Are you okay?" Asked Vin while looking at me.

I looked at him and nodded before smiling.

"Your hands are sweaty," he whispered in my ears. 

He knows the effect that he brings to me when he whispers in my ears. I didn't want to concentrate on that instead, I focused on the next step that we were taking.

"Almost the Alter, don't tire," he re-assured pressing my palms against his.

I was now seeing a bit of what is ahead of me, the candles that we're at the two corners of the church. They were red, burning and had the faint smell of roses. The candles made the area around look red, it was not awful red, it was a beautiful red and I admired that.

Suddenly the body birds stopped and gave us space.

I looked front and there was a small path, no it was not a path, it was my place to stand. 

"Go," Vin let go of my hands and gently pushed me in front. I walked calmly and briskly at the small space left for me. My head was down, and the first thing that I encountered was my mum's hand stretched out for me to hold.

I stretched mine too and she grasped them tightly. I keenly stood on the path.

The next thing I did was to lift my face, look in front, 

There it was, in gold just as I imagined, with flowers surrounding it and white candles lit below. "Trust me it will be fun unearthing that gold and selling it!" My girl jiggled from her hideout.

"And here I thought I was the only one who wanted money!" I moved her.

"Come on, we all want a piece of it!" She cried.

"Okay, don't worry, we will mark the grave then look for people who want money too," I told her and she freely walked back.

I went on gazing at the coffin just a few steps in front of me. "Mum, you outdid yourself," I thought to myself.

I moved my focus to the portrait of my dad, neatly placed on top of the coffin. I have never seen this picture of him, in a navy blue suit smiling his teeth spread out like he is some sort of an important man to the world. He is just like an apple that has been bitten on one side but still showing you the unbit part. So beautiful, so lucrative. Don't you think?

I don't feel any pain after seeing his picture, thanks I have my shades on and my scarf neatly covering my mouth. No one knows am smiling, haha, I don't care.

I just can't do it loudly. My mother will be disappointed in me after this.

Let me guess, tears are streaming down her face because I can feel her squeezing my hand after every second.

I looked down then up again, wanting to compose myself before I start showing you the great pretender and baby cry  I am.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here," started the priest then stopped and took a sip of water from the bottle next to him.

"Where did they get this one from now?" I thought to myself as the priest went on welcoming the guest and the family.

They might have gotten him from a dumpster to come and do this for food. He is old, takes water after every second, snort, uses a handkerchief for the millionth time, reading glasses are fixed on his eyes every time! 

"Mum, bad job with this one," I thought.

They could have brought in someone confident and well-spoken. This old one here would probably take, year's to finish his welcoming speech.

I went on to look at how he was mumbling his words, one at a time and then coughs before resuming to reading until I didn't realize that they had told people to seat down and the family to stand by the coffin.

"Baby," called my mother while looking at me. 

She probably thinks am sad and crying and that's why I was lost in thoughts.

She doesn't even need to know what has been thinking all along.

I quickly looked at her and followed her to the coffin. I didn't want to see that face but I had no option. If I was going to see it, I would have taken a pee or a piss in his coffin so that his rotten soul could use some pretty manure to nature a good one instead.

We took two steps and hovered over the body.

"He looks odd," I thought to myself while studying him.

His cheeks were big like he has been eating something and didn't go down his throat. I was tempted to open his mouth and look at what was stuck in his mouth.

"Haha, don't worry about my psychopathicness"

He still had his ring in his finger.

"He is taking that gold band with him?" I asked my girl.

"Gold heist we have here girl, we are getting rich?" She cheered at me while helping me look at my dad's body.

He was dressed in an expensive monk's robe! 

I didn't know he has a thing for the monks?

I looked at my mother who silently whispered to me.

"What's wrong?"

"What's with the Monk's Rob?" I asked her silently.

He loved it dearly, it was a present from someone special," murmured my mum before kissing the top of his face.

"Arghhh, to this pum pum who never cared about you," I asked myself giving her a disgusted look under my shades.

She sniffed and the bodyguards escorted us to our respective bench.

"I thought churches are safe, remind me why need bodyguards in here?" I asked my girl as I sat down and looked at the eulogy book that had been nearly decorated.

"Sorry, about your question, you wanted a show-off, well here you have it, plus don't forget every eye is at the Clanks, someone might be jealous and throw some," 

"Enough just go back, or you can sit here and watch because I want to sleep a little," I told my girl after are started giving me a million reasons why we needed bodyguards around us.

I opened the book after getting bored with the picture that I saw at first.

There were pictures of his parents.

"Was this one also born?" I thought to myself. His parents had good looks though. One from Korea and another one from the USA. They are Alive?

My dad has never told me about his parents leave alone say their names. He must have been hated not to talk about them!

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