Chapter 2 Olivia

Mrs Wilson turned in her bed, she stretched out her hand and tried to reach out for her husband. But it looked like he was already up.

She said a silent prayer and did the sign of the cross. Her husband had this bad habit of waking up early and leaving the room without praying which Mrs Wilson never liked, she had always believed in the foundation of prayers, in her words "you should always start everyday by saying a prayer to your creator and commiting the rest of the day into his hands". But her husband and daughter chose to develop a deaf ear to all her sermons on prayers.

"God help them both" she mumbled to herself as she stepped out of bed.

The moment she stepped out of the room she shared with her husband, the sweet aroma of cooking from the kitchen hit her nose, her husband was probably at it again, he must have missed a career as a chef because he was practically a good cook, in fact he takes up most part of the kitchen duties in the house.

Although her mouth watered in anticipation to taste her husband's cooking, because she was sure he was making something special this time. Mrs Wilson decided to go straight to her daughters room to check on her which was her normal routine, although Olivia had recently learnt to wake up herself and go for her morning run, but Mrs Wilson would always want to make sure everything was done as it should.

Just like she had expected, Olivia was not in her room, and as usual Olivia did not make her bed like she had always taught her to.

"Gracious lord, these kids never learn" she said as she walked fully into the room and made her daughters bed before she found her way to ghe kitchen to meet her husband.

On getting to the kitchen, she saw her husband bent over the cooker with utmost concentration, he was still in his pyjamas and had an apron around his neck. Unlike her, her husband Mr Wilson was quite a tall man with a well built body, with brown hair and an equally brown eyes. While Mrs Wilson was quite short, skinny, almost petite she equally had honey brown hair just that hers was a darker shade of brown than that of her husband.

Their only daughter Olivia clearly did not take after any of them both in looks and in physiques.

"Good morning honey" she said going over she she could kiss him on the chin.

"Good morning love" he replied.

"Did you see Olivia this morning?" She asked picking a slice of fried potatoe from the the plate on the counter.

"She had already left by the time I woke up". He husband said not turning to look at her. His full attention seemed to be focused on the food he was cooking.

"Oh! I see" she said leaning on the kitchen counter and chewing gingerly on the fried potatoe.

"So what are you making for us for breakfast? I have a feeling it's something special"

"And you got that right, I'm making something really special for us, and I'm very sure Olivia would like this"

"She likes all of your cookings" Mrs Wilson retorted.

"This one is definitely going to blow her mind" he boasted with his arms in the air.

About an hour later, Mrs Wilson was drying her hair with a towel in the living room, while Mr Wilson sets the table for breakfast. They were all dressed up to go to the office, but however there was one person missing, Olivia was not yet back home from her run, she had been gone for over two hours.

"Must have stopped at her boyfriends house and forgotten she needs to get set for school" Mr Wilson said when Mrs Wilson complained about Olivia's absence in the house.

"Olivia is always like that, making uncalculated moves" Mrs Wilson said wgike doing a final touch to her make up.

After a long time had passed and Olivia was not yet back, they decided it would be fruitless waiting for her since they were already both running late for office. They decided to have breakfast without her, she would just have hers whenever she came back.

Halfway into the breakfast, there was a knock on the front door.

"That must be Olivia" Mrs Wilson said.

She had this style of always knocking on the door instead of just opening it whenever she came home knowing she had done something wrong.

"I would just go get her" Mrs Wilson said walking to the door with a smile on her face.

But she was a bit taken aback when she saw who was at the door, it was not Olivia but her boyfriend Gilbert, all dressed in his school uniform.

"Hi. Mrs Wilson" he said waving at her with a smile on his face.

Mrs Wilson racked her brain for possible reasons why her daughters boyfriend would have showed up at her house without her daughter and wearing a cocky smile on her face when there was a possibility that Olivia had been with him.

She barely nodded her head at his greeting and opened the door fully for him ri come in.

She came to ghe conclusion that the only reason he was there was probably because Olivia had sent him to get some things for her from home.

"So what are you an yiur cunning girlfriend up to this time around" Mrs Wilson asked walking back to the dining table.

Gilbert sat down on one of the couches before he spoke. "Is Olivia ready for school yet".

Mrs Wilson stopped at her tracks, she scratched her ears to be sure she heard correctly before she turned back to face him.

"What did you say?" She asked as she turned fully to face him. She did not know what but her blood pressure rose at the mention of Olivia's name.

"Olivia, is she ready for school yet? I'm here to pick her up. We were supposed to meet at the bus stop but I've waited for her there for a long time but she didn't show up. So I came to pick her up myself"

"What are you saying Gilbert? Is Olivia not with you?"

The boy's face immediately grew pale as he shook his head slowly at the question.