Capítulo 9: Chapter 9

As the days went by, I pondered on what could really be going on. By what, I meant what was really going on with the Messiah. Or do I say Simons?

Suddenly, there was a knock at my door, that should be Mira. "Oh! I'm sorry."

"Were you expecting someone else?" To my amazement, it wasn't who I thought it would be. It was a fellow glazier.

"No! I was just caught off guard with your presence at my doorstep." Did he perhaps miss a turn?

"Well, the Messiah calls for you." He could see the curiousity written all over my face..

"I have no answers as to why, but you shouldn't be shocked. After all, you're his favourite. Lucky you!"

I slammed the door in his face, I wasn't having none of those jargons he was spitting. Rinsed my face to brighten it up, picked a shirt and made my way to the Messiah! Well, a part of me is repelling me to call him Messiah, that same part of me is equally jeering me to confront him. The "latter" might not be the smartest thing to do, would it?