Der stalker

Chapter 27

It was heavy but not that heavy, I thought this was a part of training all in helping build my foundation.

Once my task was over, I just sat down below guarding the plants while I drank a young coconut followed by another one cracking it open to scrape out the jelly.

Satisfied, I unconsciously smiled, unaware that someone had their eyes on me.

 A shiny iszu four by four truck arrived, inside sat the tan-skinned man by the name of Mr Hill.

Mr Hill is a man of medium height; around 1.8m, he was slightly overweight but not by much. His built isn’t bad for someone his age. He had short blonde and grey hair, his eyes were pale green with a sharp gaze contrasting with his smiling mouth.

when he spoke his country accent was heavy.

“Lil girl, you father up the hill?” 

I nodded before replying; “He is Mr Hill, he should be down soon just wait a minute,” I turned to run back up to call him–my dad, but he appeared suddenly quickly descending the hill. 

Like that my dad appeared, “Mr Hill, you are on time.” 

Stepping aside, I allowed my dad to stand in front of me.

The two then began to converse like they were the only two present while I stood there waiting for my dad to instruct me further. 

There is no way I’d be presumptuous and pack the plants without being instructed to. 

Been there, done that and definitely don’t want a repeat of the aftermath again. 

Mr Hill: “Farmer… Do you think leaving such a pretty daughter around alone is wise?” 

Dad: “My daughter can defend herself well enough, I did not raise her for nothing.” 

Mr Hill: “Mmm … I suppose, what form is she in now?” 

Dad: “She is in Upper fifth form, this year she will be leaving secondary school.” 

Mr Hill: “Ah, upper fifth, that is good, a smart girl and how many certificates?”

Dad: “last time I had asked her eight, and she will be completing her last four.” 

Mr Hill: “I see great, what grade again?” 

Mr Hill: “Ah…she has six two’s a one and three… Right?” 

I felt amazed, my dad remembered what I had told him. After all, when I did mention before my certificates and levels he had not even acknowledged that he had heard me.

Yet now… He repeated everything perfectly. 

In disbelief, I opened my mouth and replied,  “Yes.”  my voice sounded shaky but it was because I was so moved. 

“Good… Now you are here to collect your first batch of orders right?”

“Yeh, then the next set in two weeks, after I’d like to place another order for five weeks later if that is OK..?” 

“Mmm… Sure.”

My dad said as I looked around trying to ignore what they were saying walking past the vehicle I heard a voice that seemed vaguely familiar.

“Yeh… I’ll open the back.” I paused, turned my head and felt my eyes widen in confusion, really? 

This was a joke right? 

Yet it was not, because the teenager that stepped out looked around nineteen, with features I recognised easily. 

Low hair cut, sword-like brows, medium built encased in a semi-tight V-neck shirt and jogger type pants. 

Rounding everything off, with sneakers from a brand that I could not recognise but was sure they cost a pretty penny by the stitching style alone. 

“It’s been a while, Ella,” he said in a low voice, right, this one. 

This male from this life I had dared to fall for–my fragments had dared to fall for, before we ruthlessly made ourselves forget and leave him be. 

It is just, back then he would never let us leave, for a smaller child how many kisses had this Bastard stolen! 

How many times had we fought only for his excuse to be, ‘Ella, I like you. When we become adults we will be married and be one family.’ 

I would not dare! 

I could not dare! 

From age three to eleven, so long together, only to graduate from primary school going our separate ways. 

How long ago was it since I last saw him?

Long enough.

Could he not stay away?! 

What a stalker, I inwardly sneered at him. 

“Ah… You know my grandson?”  I could not even reply to this Mr Hill, who eagerly asked. Instead, I thought to myself, why could he not run off the road on the way here and save me the trouble?

There I was thinking such negative thoughts while this fool confessed in a cheery tone. 

“Grandfather we attended the same primary school in M parish, from three to eleven,” 

“Ah… This is good, then, Farmer since your daughter has done so well in school so far and they both knew each other for such a long time-“

Alarmed by this, I opened my mouth and cut him off immediately coming up with a reliant excuse to dash this man’s hope away. 

This is the Caribbean, we are on an island called Barbados and in J parish no less! 

He is different from us. We may do business together but was marriage or even getting together so important? 

No way! If my father dared to agree as well, I would go to that old bat and complain! I’m sure she will agree wholeheartedly. 

“Ah excuse me Mr Hill but we have not been in contact for a few ye-” 

“Grandfather, I have met Kruella a few weeks ago.” 

I blinked; my eyes wide like an owl. 

There is a stigma in our country about our kind and their kind… Yet I knew from my past lives that it didn’t matter much here in certain parishes, after all, I had birthed three children for this boy back then and was carrying twins for four months before my death. 

Now that I thought about it a little more, it seemed that I was always pregnant while being married to him. Like seriously, did he have super sperm or something? Each shot hit its target each time. I had like four months break after each child then… Wham-bam-thank you ma’am congratulations!

I tried not to glare at him but I couldn’t help myself. 

Luckily my dad called me, his voice was not too stern but I felt the slight pressure still. 

“Wu Jia.”

“Yes, dad?” 

“Never mind…” while I stared up at him innocently, I was cursing that boy for daring to say such things with my father present. 

How dare he!