ANISHA'S POV
Dylan and I were looking forward to being alone at home for three of so hours. Iris and Liam were off to a play date. The theme of the play date: BABY AND NANNY'S AFTERNOON OUT, automatically singled me out. If it was not so, I would have loved to attend. Amanda Rockridge and her nanny were also attending.
As such, my family and I drove to the place, and after dropping off Iris and Liam, Chris drove us back home. He happened to use a road which passed by the turnoff to Olga Children's home.
"Let's go there, please Dylan. I just want to see how the place looks like now." I said.
"The place is ruined. It's a pity that after it was shut down, no one cared to resurrect it, or even to use it for other things. That place has become a centre for all sorts of crime. Youths go there to sample the latest drugs in town." He said.
Chris drove towards the place, and while we were still a way off, we could not help but see that there was a change. A positive change. The ruined, almost collapsing buildings, were replaced by brand new buildings which were all painted in a very light shade of blue.
I could not wait for the car to come nearer. There was a security guard who, if he had not recognised us, would not have allowed us inside. We asked him who had taken over the place, and he said he was not aware of who it was.
"Can we see inside?" I asked him, and he readily agreed.
The stone wall, which had always been there, had been removed and replaced by yet another stone wall. The difference was that the new wall was made of better quality stone, and it was higher. Security lights were fixed around the whole wall. The rock which stood by the gate remained there, and it was painted white. That rock meant something to me; it was the rock behind which I was picked. A massive electric gate was fixed in place, looking very beautiful. Outside, there was a huge placard which was not written anything. I figured that was where the new name of the place was going to be written. There was black tarmac and all the roads inside the place were neatly tarred. Beautiful motion sensor lights lined up both sides of the driveway, closely spaced and giving the place a unique look. There were also flower pots lined; each pot placed next to the light pole, and they all held either white roses or blue calla lilies, or a mixture of both.
We headed to the hall; the very same hall in which Dylan and I met for the very first time. The place was renovated and tiled with pure white ceramic tiles. In place of the benches that we used to sit on, there were beautiful chairs in different sizes. Up front, there were baby chairs, and then the middle rows had medium sized chairs. Bigger chairs were at the back.
The hall was well air conditioned, and the stage had been fixed beautifully. What made me suspicious was that the main colour of everything was white and blue in its shades. And those flowers outside? Who had done that?
"Dylan, my dear husband, if it is you who is doing this to surprise me, please tell me." I begged him.
Dylan held me by the shoulders and said, "to be honest, Anisha, I have no idea who is doing this. I don't even know what this place is being turned into; but it sure is coming up perfectly well."
"Are you sure it's not you?" I asked again.
"It is not me, my love. I am more than sure. The way you're so emotional right now, if I was behind all of this, I would have told you." He said.
We proceeded to the office; the very familiar office which Ms Meyerton had always used. The place looked exquisite. There was a brand new state of the art desk, and a beautiful chair. The other offices were also very immaculately furnished.
"Who is doing this? Is this going to be a children's home again, or its going to be turned into something else?" I asked.
"I also wonder what this place is going to become." My husband responded.
We went to the dormitories; and that was when we realised that whoever was working on the place was playing no games. The rooms, which initially held six beds each, were re-modeled. Separators were installed, and each room held only one bed. Each room was air conditioned, and the beds were covered in beautiful expensive linen. The curtains were also of very high quality. The toilets and bathrooms were very neat, and whole new roofing and ceiling had been put. There were three computer labs with state of the art machinery. In total I think I counted six music rooms.
Dylan checked online, trying to see if there was any news of someone taking over Olga. There was nothing. The security guard who was accompanying us said,
"Apparently the person who is taking this over wants to lye very low. There is absolutely no information about the person."
"Does the space still belong to the city council?" I asked the man.
"I understand it was sold…I am not too sure if it's now owned by an individual or a company."
"Maybe someone is constructing a school," I suggested.
We went on to see the play area. Initially, that place had always been a plain ground with patches of neglected lawn. However on that day we saw that it held high quality utensils. There were immaculate see-saws, swings, slides, spinners, sensory panels, climbers and other structures whose names I was not even aware of. There was an area which was initially a forest. It had been cleared and there was a tennis court, a soccer field, race track, basketball and volleyball court as well as a gymnasium. All of them were made of seriously high quality material. There was a supply room filled up with all the racquets, balls, nets, floaters and all such items for sports use.
An orchard of various fruit trees was there too, although all the trees were still small.
Other things had also been added to the home; things which were not initially there. Two huge swimming pools were there. There was also a baby swimming pool, and one indoor pool. TV rooms were there, with very beautiful chairs. I also saw a clinic.
The classrooms were of utmost beauty. Everything was well prepared; with high quality projectors in each classroom. Wow. I loved it all very much.
"Why did the person use blue and white as their main colours? Those are our colours, Dylan. And the white roses? Blue calla lilies? Please just tell me the truth, my love." I was still thinking that my husband had something to do with it.
"Honestly, my sweet love, I have nothing to do with this. The blue and white could be just a coincidence." He said.
The way he said it, I finally believed him. He also was not aware of the new owner of Olga.
We saw the kitchen; brand new electric and gas stoves were installed. There were piles and piles of plates, cups and other cutlery.
There were three libraries; one for children aged zero to nine, and for the ten to fifteen year olds, and the third one for the seventeen year olds plus. A chapel had also been constructed. During our stay, we used the hall for church services; but the new owner had built a chapel.
In all; the place was looking too beautiful to be an orphanage. The person who had bought it surely wanted to use it for something like a high end boarding school. It was really neat. I truly fell in love with the place.
"When is this place opening?" I asked the man who was accompanying us.
"I am not sure. But from what I have heard, the new owner is far from being done. They want it to be perfect before cutting the ribbon."
I wondered what more the person needed to add; for the place already looked more than perfect to me.
When we had seen everything and our eyes were satisfied, we thanked the security guard and left the place.