All Chapters of Till Worlds Do Us Part 2: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As I did my own work, I couldn’t stop thinking about how Yoké was coping on the opposite side of the floor. From where I was, I could only see a potion of his office. I couldn’t see him. It was now twelve o’clock. Soon it would be lunch time, at one o’clock. At least I would get to see him in the staff room.But then I thought, what if he doesn’t finish the work I gave him? I would then have to do something. I mean I was so serious about him verifying everyone before day end, surely if he doesn’t meet up then there has to be a consequence. Otherwise, what was the commanding for? I saw Rob push the tea tray to Penny’s desk and then stop to talk to her. Penny threw him a couple of not interested expressions. After a while she burst out laughing because of something he said. Rob, satisfied that he had made Penny smile, pushed his tray against the wall, poured some tea in a cup. A few teaspoons of sugar, placed

I blinked blankly a couple of times. Still blown away. She herself, wasn't confident about what she had just said. She stared at the desk as if she had told me her worst secret and was afraid I'd judge her. Well of cause I would. She had just told me that she is in love with my boyfriend. Well not boyfriend, but my Yoké. My man. "Alice you don't even know what love is..." She shook her head. "No, don't throw that my way, sis. I'm not a child. I know exactly what love is. Love is when someone else makes you feel so perfect when everything else feels imperfect around you. Love is when someone treats you so good and values you, so much more than your own family. Love is when someone accepts you for exactly who you are. Dan doesn't ask me to change. He doesn't see the black sheep in me that everyone sees. He sees me, and he loves how I'm so different. I don't get that-" "Alice, Dave loves you. You know that. And all t

2 weeks later “She looks beautiful.” Alice said, awestruck. “Truly.” Mom said, tears filling her eyes. “I’m going to spoil make up.” “You will, Mrs. Roseburg.” The stylist told her handing her a box of tissues. “This wedding dress looks so good on you.” Alice was telling me. I was looking beautiful. So beautiful that it made me feel sad. I was looking so good, just to be handed over to some other guy that I didn’t even love. I waited two weeks for things to change. I waited to weeks for Omar’s call. I got nothing. That was a sign, Yoké couldn’t be changed. I had to do this. There was no use in waiting around for something that would never change. “You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.” Mom told me, placing her hand on my cheek.&

"Hm?" Dan was asking. "I mean, you are already in a wedding dress, I'm in a suit. I'll just tidy up and... We can make it our day." Isn't this what I've always wanted? To finally get to be with the love of my life, and forever? Now why was I so dump struck, speechless? "Obviously I'm not saying we go to the hall or anything, that would be scandalous," He chuckled. "Maybe we can go to the department, what's it called, court, and get married. Once we are legally married, there's nothing much anyone can do about it." And then what's gonna happen after signing those married papers? Do we get to live like Francis and Janet? In secret? "Geny, baby, why aren't you saying anything?" He asked me. "I'm on one knee, just like you do it here, and I'm asking you to marry me. Let's finally soar over all our problems. Let's get married, we'll never be apart again." I shook my head. "No. No, Yok

I guess instead of playing around in the kitchen with Yoké and making scrambled eggs and tea, we should have been sitting around the coffee table and coming up with a proper story for me. Now I’d have to make up lies on the spot. What if I get caught?My fingers were trembling so bad. I didn’t even have pockets where I could hide them, and I guess folding my arms would send a message that I was hiding something, being secretive. I don’t know how these cops think. The two policemen sat together on the couch opposite me. One of them had a notebook and the other was just sitting there with his hand to his chin observing me. Dad was sitting next to me on the other couch. “Miss Genesis,” The policeman with the notebook began. “I’m sherif Charle and this is sherif Davis. We’ll just ask you a few questions that might help us trace your kidnappers.” Trace my kid