"I think the preparations for today is over. We'd have dinner in the next 30 minutes. Let's all go to our rooms, we have to get ready." Rafaela said.
Everyone complied and went upstairs.
Sandro couldn't wait for him and his wife to go upstairs. He wanted to intimidate her.
As they entered, Xaviera made her way straight to the closet. She took off her large clothes. She entered into the bathroom and locked it behind her. She took her time to bathe, as she thought of what the pastor told them.
She did believe in whatever he said. They were from the same place, so she knew the other predictions he made, and they all came to past.
She finished as she wrapped a white towel around her body. She entered the closet, and put on some clothes. After she was done, she entered the bedroom.
She watched as Sandro stood at an end, as he played some video games. There was a wide inched television over there. He ran from one place to another, holding a remote and swinging his hands. He was playing tennis ball.
Xaviera sat on the bed, as she watched him childishly. She liked the way he made his moves, causing her to like him a little.
She let out a serious cough, as Sandro turned to face her.
"Oh! You are here." He mumbled.
"I hope you heard what that liar said. I just hope you also didn't believe it. Don't let your head swell, because you'd never be successful in life. You'd live in this house miserably. You'd be a housewife. You are illiterate, and you know nothing. Just forget whatever that old man said. I swear, if they all come true, ask for whatever you want from me, I'd give it to you withiut hesitating." Sandro mocked.
"You should believe in whatever he said, I have heard and seen the words from his mouth come true. And you called me illiterate, I did attend school. I just completed college, so I'm not illiterate."
"Countryside local college? Right?"
"No, in the city. My mom sold her wares at the local market to earn some money for my school fees. She really did well. And my school wasn't a local school, it was one of the best schools in the country." Xaviera stood for herself. Even though she was nervous as she spoke, she did actually sound fluent.
"Tsw, you expect me to believe that? You might speak really good English, but there is nothing productive in your head." Sandro mocked.
"Okay." Xaviera mumbled.
Sandro ignored, as he continued playing his game. Xaviera watched him admiringly. She wished she had the chance to play.
"Um... We are supposed to be downstairs for dinner." Xaviera told him.
"Yeah! I know right?" Sandro scoffed.
"Then let's go!"
"Nope! You need to help me remove these stupid clothes." Sandro muttered, as he focused to hinder himself from losing in the game.
"How can I undress you?" Xaviera asked confused.
"You just have to unbutton these suit. That's what I hate doing. And as my future housewife, you'd have to learn how to do all these stuff. You are gonna be locked up in this mansion, serving only me." Sandro told her.
"Okay. I'd help you unbutton the suit." She said as she walked over to him.
Sandro still had his concentration on his game. Xaviera went closer, as Sandro hit her with the big remote mistakenly.
It hit Xaviera's belly, as she landed on the floor. Sandro turned as he stared at her.
"Did I ask you to come here? You are too forward. Suffer your pain alone. After the pain is gone, you can come and help me unbutton my suit." Sandro scoffed as he continued playing his video game.
Xaviera managed to overcome the pain. She got up and went ahead to help him with his suit.