On my way, I met Jake. He asked why I had stopped attending the prayer meetings. I didn’t have a solid excuse, so I just promised him I’d come that evening. The truth? I had lost interest. I didn’t want them predicting the next danger that would supposedly come my way. As I stood there talking with Jake, I suddenly saw her. The nameless post office girl. She was walking briskly—clearly late that morning.
As soon as I spotted her, I lost focus. Jake’s words faded into background noise. My heart started hammering. She came closer and then, unbelievably, turned in our direction. Was she really walking toward me? I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t even given her the letter yet. I hadn’t proposed. I hadn’t confessed my undying love. Could she be coming to propose to me? Oh, no. That was impossible.
She smiled now, flashing a breathtaking set of teeth. But the shock came when I realized her smile wasn’t meant for me. It was Jake. Yes, Jake. She walked up and had a hearty chat with him while I stood by like an invisible bystander. The only “joy” I got from her that morning was a half-hearted “hi.”
I waited for their conversation to end, but before I could get a chance, the master on duty appeared, and we all scattered to our classes. Maths was first that morning, but I couldn’t concentrate. Numbers danced on the board, yet all I could picture was the two of them smiling and chatting. How long had they known each other? Was she Jake’s girlfriend? Or just a friend? I needed answers.
By first break, I had a plan. I would corner Jake and get the truth out of him—and hopefully her name too. As a backup, I also decided to sneak my letter into the pile of correspondence at the senior housemaster’s office. That way, I could be sure it would reach her.
When break came, I hurried to the dining hall, scanning for Jake. His seat was empty. I kept glancing over, but he never showed. Eventually, I asked one of his table members, who told me Jake was fasting that day. Fasting? Where would “Pastor” Jake be then? His class? Or the “praying ground”?
After dining, I rushed to his class—no Jake. So I headed straight to the prayer ground. And there he was, on his knees, praying. But he wasn’t alone. My crush was there too. Yes, the nameless post office girl, kneeling right beside him. They weren’t the only ones—three other students were also deep in prayer.
I didn’t know whether to join or stand aside. In the end, I just waited. It was at that moment I realized: if I wanted a chance at winning her heart, I had to join this prayer group. I had to learn the Bible—by fair means or foul. That would bring me closer to her.
When the prayer ended, I approached Jake. But before I could speak, he started first.
“Hey KD, I’m surprised to see you here. I hope you’re not here because of Priscy?”
Priscy. So that was her name. Priscy.
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