THE LORD
OF DEATH ♣️
(His Innermost Desires...)
CHAPTER 8(eight)
FOUR DAYS LATER ✍️
...whether we live therefore, or die, we are the Lord’s. For to this end Christ both died, and rose, and revived, that he might be Lord both of the dead and living. Romans 18 verses 8 and 9" the baritone of the Officiating Priest resounded in Lita's head who's eyes had been fixed on the coffins before her.
Standing so calm and bereft like she wasn't admist the little crowd, Lita she listened to the burial rites of her parents.
"Let us Pray" the Priest flipped over to the next page of his book - a book every other person held.
The Priest - Lord, have mercy upon us.
All - Christ, have mercy upon us.
The Priest - Lord, have mercy upon us.
All - Our Father, which art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name;
thy kingdom come;
thy will be done,
in earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread....
Lita didn't pray along with them, but only listened. How could she pray when her lips were just too heavy to move? How could she pray when she was staring at her parents' corpse right in front of her?
"And now, to the Versicles" The Priest announced and began reading out, while the crowd responded.
The Priest - Enter not into judgement with thy servant, O Lord;
All - for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
The Priest - Grant unto him eternal rest;
All - and let perpetual light shine upon him....
The whole thing resounded into Lita's head like a movie, and again, she didn't recite with them.
She's always hated funerals - always hated going to the cemetery. The first and last time she had ever attended was when a top business associate of her parents had died. She didn't want to attend, but had no choice as her parents had made it clear they were all going together.
"Even kids younger than you would be there, Lita. So, give me one good reason you wouldn't want to attend?" She recalled her mother's voice whilst applying some gloss to her lips.
At the burial, she had held her mother's hand so tightly and shut her eyes during the prayers. And when they were done and had gotten home, she promised herself never to go to the cemetery.
Lita chuckled and wiped the tear that was making it's way down her cheek. It was so funny... So funny she was actually the one there at her own parent's burial. How ironic.
HOURS LATER
Alone in her hotel room, Lita studied the content on the screen of her laptop, her eyes hurting already. She had been glued to the laptop for the past four days and hadn't even made use of some glasses. Well, she didn't mind the pains.
She kept scrolling, reading and researching for few more hours and in the process, she thought of Barly. What could've happened to her?
After her last facetime with her - which didn't end well - she had been unable to reach her again as her line wouldn't connect. Hmph; Probably, she had gotten mad at her and blocked her line. What a friend she was.
Finally, Lita closed up the laptop and dipped her fingers into her soft hair. At last, she was done. She had learnt everything she needed to survive in Obeddon. And now, she was ready to leave.
She stood up and began zipping her bag which had been arranged with the right clothes already. But her phone started ringing, interrupting her process.
She glanced at the screen and discovered it was Otto.
"Mr Otto?" She turned on the speaker and placed the phone on the bed before resuming arrangements.
"Miss Webster?" The ripened voice callled.
"Uhm... How are you holding up?"
"I'm doing just fine, Mr Otto. Thank you" she answered hastily, picking up clothes and folding them.
"Alright, then. Once again, I want to offer my condolences to your...."
"Thank you, Mr Otto, but I really don't want to hear more of it" she interpolated - respectfully.
"Why did you call, please?"
The elder man had to clear his throat.
"Okay; uhm... The thing is, I wanted to ask when would be convenient to hold a meeting with the board of directors as regarding...."
"Mr Otto" Lita stopped moving about and sighed.
"I really appreciate your help with the company, and I think I'd be needing that help for some more days, sir. Or perhaps, a some weeks".
"Are you going away?" He asked, confused.
"Yes, Mr Otto. I... I just need to clear my head and.. you know? Heal from these trauma. I need to go on a break. And while I'm away, could you continue watching over the company like you've always done?"
There was a very short pause.
"Well... Of course, ma'am. I understand you really need that vacation anyways. So, just take care of yourself, dear. I'll convey the message in the board meeting and make sure you come back to a stronger company" he assured.
"Thank you so much, Otto. I knew I could always count on you".
"Definitely".
"Alright. Bye".
And the call ended.
She exhaled deeply and got back to work. And soon, she was done.
With her bag hung over her shoulder, she took one final look in front of the mirror and the image she saw wasn't the classy Lita Webster, but a determined lady that was ready to start as a commoner just to get what she wants.
"Get ready, Endon. Get ready, Lord Jar" she huffed and exited the room.
TBC.
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By Faith Lucky ✍️
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