Chapter five- Mama meets my "husband" in her dreams

"Mia?" I heard someone whisper in my sleep. Who could be trying to wake me up at this time? I didn't know what time it was, but I was absolutely positive it wasn't morning yet.

Was it an angel, perhaps?

Nah. Probably not.

An angel would be much more considerate, seeing as I had crawled into bed at almost one a.m.

"Mia, wake up." I heard the voice try again. I let out a small moan.

"Mia, I need to tell you something. I had a dream."

"Martin Luther King? Is that you?" I managed to murmur sleepily, groaning in dismay when the voice pulled the covers off my body. Now, I was convinced that definitely wasn't Martin. He wouldn't be that mean.

I slowly opened my eyes, trying to get them accustomed to the blinding lights only to stare into the beautiful eyes of...

My mother.

"Oh good. You're finally up." She clapped gleefully.

Well of course I was up.

You know what I was too?

Fucking pissed.

"Mama, what is it at all that you wanted to tell me that couldn't wait till morning?" I angrily asked sitting up and reaching for a pillow so I could hug it. She plopped down on my bed, an expressive look in her eyes. Mama's eyes were blue like mine even though we were black, a condition called Waardenburg Syndrome.

She cleared her throat noisily and that apparently drove me up the wall. "Oh, get on with it already mama." I snapped at her angrily. She'd have usually gone all defensive on my ass but it was like she could tell I was extremely upset.

Instead, she said. "Jeez, someone's in a mood. I was getting right into it before you cut me off." She took another deep breath and began. "So, I had this dream, and in this dream your husband was revealed to me-"

I scoffed at that, opening my mouth to say something but she silenced me with a finger. "I'm not done, Mia. He came down from the heavens in a horse-driven fire chariot-"

Okay, so I just had to laugh at that. Horse-driven fire chariot, come on guys, that was pretty hilarious. "Wait wait wait, mama. Are you sure you aren't talking about Elijah in the bible?" I managed to ask between my guffaws. She glared at me, "I know what I saw... the man was too young and too handsome to be Elijah. Plus... he was dressed in an Armani suit."

This time, I was practically wheezing... my laughter just wouldn't stop so I could take in a lungful of some much-needed air. Mama became defensive. "Oh, so I'm some clown now, huh? Created to make you laugh isn't it?"

I tried to swallow my laughter, and thankfully it abated somewhat. "Mama, no... I just don't understand. I mean the man was able to find an Armani suit... but when it came to a means of transport, he settled for a horse-drawn chariot?" I let out another bout of this time, silent laughter and then continued, "You mean to tell me he didn't see the Range Rovers, Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Sonatas—"

"I get it, I get... you still think I'm a clown." She threw at me as she stood up, tying her blue bathrobe, an accusing look in her eyes. "I just thought news of the dream will make you excited, and renew your hope of getting married. I definitely didn't think I was coming over to be laughing stock." She finished sadly.

Now I felt bad.

I mean, I was the one wronged over here. I had been rudely awakened for some bullshit-but-pretty-hilarious piece of information but somehow, Mama had twisted everything... so much so, that before I knew it, I was apologizing...

Everyone knew I was the one who deserved a fucking apology, but did I get one?

Hell-to the-no!

"Take your stupid apology... I don't need it." She threw over her shoulder sulkily as she stormed out of my room. Knowing her, she'd probably forget about this by morning.

I placed my feet in my bedroom slippers, and then proceeded to turn off the light she had rudely left on while leaving... it wasn't like I'd even asked her to turn it on in the first place. I then headed to the bathroom to pee and then crawled back into bed.

God, I could already tell I was going to be late.

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Didn't I tell y'all I was going to be late?

Well I was. And by thirty solid minutes too.

I strode into the office frantically, my appearance ruffled, my demeanor irritated, and could you really blame me? I had rushed out of the house fueled purely by adrenaline. I hadn't had coffee yet, my eyes were hurting from the small amount of sleep, and I was pretty sure the circles under them could rival that of a panda's.

"God! What happened Mia? I've been trying to call you all this while, your phone was off." Lauretta trailed behind me as I passed by her cubicle and made my way to her office without so much as a glance in her direction. She closed the door behind her and plopped into one of the chairs. "You look a mess."

I turned to glare at her, "Well, don't I know it. Hold that thought, I need to go and freshen up and get some coffee into my system, I'll be right back."

"Wait, you're in big—'

I closed the door before I could hear another word, then I made my way to the restrooms, still in a daze. I needed coffee much more but I didn't want to go get it while looking like the Loch Ness monster, no offence to that sweet sea creature.

I stepped into the restroom and then headed straight to the sinks, splashing water on my face. I felt the cold soothe me, and slowly began to feel some semblance of being awake.

I didn't shower before dashing to the office, knowing how I liked to take my sweet time getting ready so I had just brushed my teeth, and cleaned my face with a soft wipe. Then I had moisturized, applied deodorant, gotten dressed in a red professional dress and then practically dashed to work.

"What are you doing here?" I heard a deep voice ask incredulously, causing me to jump up with a start. I raised my head to stare at the mirror and my eyes met with the darkest pair of eyes I'd ever seen. I turned to look directly at the person, wide-eyed, and God-help me, the man was one of the most handsome men I'd ever met in my twenty-six years of existence. Dressed in a dark suit, definitely an Armani, or some other type of suit, -which other ones were there anyway?- but obviously fucking expensive, he looked like he came out a magazine, or some photo shoot.

But the question is, what the hell was he doing in the ladies' restroom?

I did the only thing I could think of in that moment; scream my lungs out.

I almost died from panicking when he closed the gap between us and clamped his hand firmly on my mouth to stop me from shouting. I began to thrash and wriggle in fear, well if he was going to kill me or something, I definitely wasn't going to let him get away with it without putting up a fight.

"Hey, hey, hey... easy easy, I'm not going to hurt you-"

I moaned even louder and tried to get out of his grasp.

Why, you ask?

Well, which bad guy ever admitted he was going to hurt you before he actually did?

Very few, of course... and in all the kidnapping movies I've watched, and let me tell you, they're quite a lot, the handsome kidnappers were almost always the worst.

"Will you stop screaming for a god-damned second and listen to what I have to say?" he asked in exasperation, well more like demanded. I decided to calm down and hear him out... it was probably in my own interest as a matter of fact... getting him to talk for a long time could get me the help I needed, so I obliged, trying hard to not think about the lovely accent he had that I couldn't place. Was it Russian? German? I couldn't really tell.

"I'm going to let go off you now, please don't scream... it's the most irritating sound I've ever heard."

I nodded as much as my head would allow and then felt my body relax when he let go of me and took a step back. I gave him my hardest glare. "What kind of pervert are you, to barge into the ladies' restroom like that?"

"I'm-" He started but I held up a finger.

"I'm not done yet. What? Seeing and hearing women pee, or do a number two gives you a sense of satisfaction?"

"I'm-"

"Gah gah gah, how vile could you possibly be—"

"OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH!" he roared causing me to shut up immediately. His voice took on a more normal tone. "You're the one in the men's washroom, Cara."

I looked around at that, and that was when I noticed the male urinals. I was super thankful for my dark skin in that moment, because I was pretty sure I'd have been a tomato in that moment. "Oh." I whispered sheepishly, bowing my head in shame.

"What? Cat got your tongue?... For someone in the wrong, you sure hurled a lot of hurtful things at me, Cara. Tell me," He leaned closer, causing me to take in a whiff of his wonderful perfume. "Do they all also apply to a woman who is found in the men's washroom?"

I stood there silently, looking anywhere else but at his face. He didn't like that I guess, because he lifted my chin and made me meet his dark gaze, "Answer me, Cara."

Okay that was it. I snapped back to my senses at that horrible name, "My name's not Cara, and this was all a mistake... happens to the best of us." I defended heatedly, eyes widening at a certain sudden realization. Did he come out of a stall, or the urinal or outside? I didn't hear him enter, so it had to be any of the other two. "OH MY GOD!"

"What?" he asked in perplexity.

"You're so gross! You covered my mouth with your unclean hands... oh God, heaven knows where they've been, what they've done, what they've held." I cringed in disgust, gaze narrowing when he let out a wonderfully husky bark of laughter. "You're so cute, but you have to leave." His face took on a frown that was so sudden, it had me questioning if I had really heard him laugh.

Had I really? Well I wasn't so sure anymore... if I couldn't read signs properly, then I probably wasn't hearing things right either.

I cleared my throat awkwardly and nodded, then I scurried out of the washroom without so much as a word or a glance back.

I got my coffee from the recess room and downed it there and then, sighing in relief when I began to feel the caffeine kicking in, heightening my senses. I stepped out of the recess room and guess who I ran into?

Marie freaking Sheldon.

She threw me a wicked smirk. "You were late Amelia."

Oh, for crying out loud, couldn't she call me Mia like everyone else?

Obviously not.

I don't know why I did it, but before I realized, I was saying, "No Marie, I wasn't late. Who told you I was?"

She raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow, an incredulous look on her face. "Are you saying it's not true?"

I raised my head haughtily. "Well, I can neither deny or attest to that fact, all I know is, I wasn't late."

She leaned closer. "I passed by your office earlier, you weren't in."

The light bulb clicked on in my head, "Well... uh that's because I wasn't there, I had uhm... a serious case of diarrhea, must have had something to do with my intolerance for lactose."

Her face turned green with disgust and I gave myself a pat on the back for my ingenuity. I had avoided one of her self-righteous lectures while throwing in a little amusement for myself in the process.

Two birds with one stone.

The look on her face was so priceless, I wished I could capture it with a camera so Lauretta could see.

I smiled in satisfaction when I realized I had also made her speechless as well.

God, three birds!

"Cat got your tongue, Marie?... well, if that's all you have for me, I guess I'll be taking my leave now." I muttered as I brushed past her, a smirk on my face.

"I'll be watching you Amelia." She shouted, causing me to roll my eyes. Must she always have the last word? Well not today.

"And I'll be watching you Marie."

"Fine!"

"Not fine!" I threw at her and rounded the corner, leaning against the wall in excitement and unbelief. I had done it! I had saved my ass, and I'd had the last word.

I could already tell it was going to be a great day.

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😂😂😂okay so this chapter had me in stitches when I was writing it.

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