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He has made everything beautiful in its time

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He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end.
Ecclesiastes 3:11

I quickly gathered the books in my table and put them to the shelf as my anticipation to leave increased

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I quickly gathered the books in my table and put them to the shelf as my anticipation to leave increased. Ah, finally, it's time to go home. I walked towards the gate in haste, my eyes narrowed towards the exit when I felt my phone vibrate inside my pocket. Wonder filled my mind as I recognized the name - Clara. Almost immediately, unpleasant memories began to flood back to my mind.

"Hello?"

"Oh hello Melchour, Uhm, I'm sorry for the sudden call. I, uh, just wanted to come over and visit if it's not too much of a bother," Curiosity gripped me as I heard her speak. "It's been a long time, don't you..." Her speech came to halt, as though unsure of what to say.

"Oh," I began, still confused of her sudden change in tone. Just the last time I've called, she didn't even want to hear my voice. "Hmm, it's fine with me if it's fine with you, but, don't you have work today?"

"Yes, but, Rebeccah can cover for me for a while,"

"Hmm, okay then. Have a safe trip; inform me if you have arrived. I'll meet you at the terminal."

"Thank you, Melchour."

"Alright, take care. Bye."

"Bye." With a swipe I ended the call, returning it to my pocket as I thought.

"Well, that was unexpected," I whispered. My mind began to recant the last time we've met. It has been seven months now. I haven't been able to see her since the day she told me she couldn't bear to be a minister's lover anymore. Questions surged my mind at the memory. What could she possibly want now?

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My fingers flew across the keys asking Clara where she was. She didn't reply right away, but I knew it wouldn't be long, Clara always has her phone. Sure enough, I received a message after a few minutes. She's near.

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