I told Miss Maggi how I have been
concerned about her for quite a while and that is why I have made sure I go the
extra mile to ensure that she does not sack me. I told her how I have been
praying for her every night, hoping that God would reach out to her and give
her joy. I explained that I have been frowning my face because I have not been
seeing results of my prayers for her. She exhaled and leaned forward. “Coke, I
am going to serve you a query. Get out.”
Back at my post, I nearly lost
it. What is wrong with this woman? Her pride would not allow her get any help. She
promised Anonymous that she would help me, but she wants to query me. After an
hour, I checked notification on the social media and found out that she has
messaged Anonymous. Wow. I quickly checked. “Can you believe that Coke tricked
me? Nothing is wrong with him.” I can’t reply her here. She can catch me. If
Miss Maggi is this furious about this, what would she do when she finds out
that I am Anonymous?
I was too scared to reply her
that night. I just allowed myself to sleep off so that I can save myself from
worries. The next day, I expected the query, but it never came. That got me
more worried. Is she waiting for Anonymous’ reply? Really? Miss Maggi is that
soft? Is she not even wondering who Anonymous is? That night, I replied her
message. “What exactly did he say?” Her reply came in less than a minute.
“Where have you been?”
From Miss Maggi’s blog, I learnt
that her 42 years on earth has been full of misery. No friend, no family,
nothing. I knew that the coming of Anonymous gave her some sort of respite. She
doesn’t have to see or know the person, she just needs someone to talk to. I
know that I cannot keep this for long. It’s either I open up the whole truth to
her or I keep Anonymous as anonymous. If she finds out that Coke is Anonymous,
her frail trust would be lost. But how long am I willing to play this game?
That night, I told her that Coke could be an angel from the LORD to help her
out of her troubles. Sometimes, we come across angels in from of someone who
needs a thing and a random act of kindness can make a long awaited prayer point
to be answered.
The next morning, we met a big bouquet
of red roses on her table. I dropped to me knees. The devil is here again.
Before Miss Maggi arrived, I made sure the devil portion was trashed in a well secured
bin. I wonder who keep sending her red flowers. Could he be the person I read about
on her blog? I need to find out!
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