Young Writers Society

         Chapter 12 : Sunday arrives...

" Marldon! Please save me! Save me, Marldon!! " Freznel cried out. She woke abruptly, panting. 

" Ah! Was it a dream? " mumbled Freznel, heart beats relaxing. She moved her hands from her hair, trying to calm down. She glanced at the watch. It was 2:00 a.m. She drank a glass of water, and tried to sleep again turning from left to right, and again to left. Then she went to the balcony. The town was wrapped in the darkness of the night. She looked in the sky which had wrapped itself in the blanket studded with twinkling stars. " Oh, lord! today Erwin is going to come. What if he is angy and try to harm me? What if he sees Marldon? Will he take him away from me? Oh, king of universe! Please be with me and Marldon. " She talked to the heaven, softly. 

She went inside again to attempt a one last try to sleep. Slowly she fell asleep. 

She woke up at about six and called Marldon.

" Hello, Marldon! I am afraid... Yes, I will get ready... Hmm... I am waiting for you... Come fast, but drive slow... Bye! "

She brushed her white, little teeth and showered. She was ready in black shirt and white capri.

Steward wanted to keep a watch on her house, but he could not since he had his morning duty in Chocolate n Nuts. 

Marldon arrived on a white bike. She was waiting for him in the garden. 

" Are you ready? " 

" Yes, I am. "

" Okay then. Let's go. "

She took her scooty and left. Marldon was on his bike, far away from her. 

" Hi, Erwin. "

" Hello, Freznel " 

After fifteen minutes, a young man wearing a sleeve-less T-Shirt came and sat on a table on their right. A short, rough beard flowed from his chin and a black band was wrapped around his right upper arm. He was Marldon in a completely, different disguise. He raised his goggle slightly up and winked at Freznel hiding from Erwin's grey eyes. 

" A-are you angry at me? " Freznel started the talk.

" Why? "

" Because I didn't come when you called? "

" Ah, no no! Infact I forgot about that incident "

Freznel sighed lightly. So did Marldon. 

Steward went to Marldon. " Sir, What would you like to have? "

" A chilled milkshake would do. " replied Marldon.

Steward looked at Marldon carefully by contracting his eyes slightly and thought... I have seen this man somewhere... But where?

" What happened? " snapped Marldon.

" No-no! Nothing, Sir. Sorry. " Stew left.

He returned in ten minutes and served the milkshake to Marldon.

He went around him to have a look at Marldon again. Marldon moved in slight awkwardness. Why is he looking this way at me? Marldon thought.

Stew then went to Freznel and Erwin.

" What would you like to have, ma'am... sir? "

" A chilled milkshake for me. " Freznel said as she had a quick glance at Marldon. Marldon blushed and turned his head to hide it.

" A mango shake for me. " Erwin said looking at Stew.

" Yes, ma'am, sir. " Stew left.

" What about the interview? " asked Freznel anxiously.

" Yes, I am ready with the questions." He removed a paper from the pocket of his blue shirt. Make me a channel of your peace... where there is hatred let me bring your love... where there is... rang the phone...  "Excuse, it's my boss." said Erwin picking up the phone.

Stew returned with the ordered shakes.

He keeps the glass of milkshake in front of Freznel, and the mango shake one in front of Erwin.

" Hello, sir... Yes, sir... What! Sir, but she is here how can say that to her! No, sir... How can I? O-o---ok, sir. No, sir I cannot disobey you, sir... Sir... but is it that necessary?... Oh, that's why you are saying this! Ok--- sir, no-no--no problem, ok, sir. Bye, sir!"

" Ah-Freznel. " said Erwin with a worried look.

" Yes? " Freznel raised her eyes up to look at Erwin.

" F-Freznel. I am... I am sorry, dear. '

" Why! What happened? ", she sucked in the shake with the straw.

" My boss said that the great author of our town, Heckle, had sent him an application letter to start his blog in his newspaper. That's why he has to cancel publishing this interview. I--I am sorry, Freznel. Please, please, please forgive me. "

" Wow!! That's great, Erwin! Heckle, The Mystery King is starting a blog in The Times Of Wiens!! "

" But your interview is cancelled--" Erwin said and started to drink his chilled mango shake.

" Ah, I don't have any problem. "

" Oh, really?! " 

" Really! "

They finished the shake.

" Okay, Erwin. So, I have taken out the thought of interview from my mind. You do that too. " she smiled. 

" Haay! " Marldon's closed his eyes and cried inwardly as he looked at Freznel's heart-stealing smile. 

Erwin was nearly dead at her smile, but controlled himself and did not show even a speck of it on his chocolate-silk coloured face.

Steward stretched his hands to reach for the pillar so as to keep his lean body balanced, as he was about to faint at the sight of Freznel's smile.

Steward got back to his senses and went near Freznel's table with the bill.

" How much? ", Freznel asked Stew.

" Rs 1000 " replied Stew.

" Oh, Freznel! Don't you worry. I'll pay the bill. "

" Okay then! Bye! " said Freznel.

" Bye! "

She turned back to gaze quickly at Marldon. 

Why is she gazing frequently at this man? Stew thought pointing first at Freznel and then at Marldon. This man... Oh shit! I don't remember where did I see him!  thought Steward as he grabbed his black hair with his dark coloured palm.

Marldon quickly finished off his milkshake, paid the bill and slipped out of the coffee house.

Read to see what happens afterwards.