Zimma the protector

CHAPTER THREE

Riding my bicycle home was one of the moments I have learned to appreciate. The peace and quiet I enjoy while cycling back home clouds all the chaos in my life. The birds make this sound that blends well with the quiet in the woods. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me. I stopped and looked back but couldn't see anyone. I paused for some time and began to cycle back again. I didn't make sense of it so I didn't think of it as anything. Maybe I'm still paranoid from my encounter with Mr Joseph.In a few minutes, I was standing at the front gate of my home. ' Welcome to reality' I sighed. I rang the bell, and in some seconds, the gate slid open. I looked into our compound. We live in a big gated mansion. We have five staff that live with us. They have also become our closest allies.

Mr Austin and Mr Greg sat at the entrance door. They both function as my parents' drivers and personal advisors. In fact, my parents never make a choice without consulting with them first. Even though they are close to my parents, they still regard them as their bosses. Mrs Agustina is the cook; Mr Sam is the gardener; and Miss Lisa is the cleaner. I always get the impression that they are more than just our domestic staff. Years ago, we were assaulted by wolves from the white clan in our home. Our parents had gone for a peace treaty. Mrs Augustina plunged into the conflict in such a way that it was difficult to believe she was over sixty. The white clan had misled my parents into believing that the white people wanted peace. My parents trusted them and went to the meeting. Mr Greg had driven them. They only left when we were ambushed at home. Thanks to the bravery of the staff. Mr Austin and Sam had fought them off at the entry, but one of the wolves managed to get inside the home. Miss Lisa had stayed behind to fight it, while Mrs Augusta snuck us out the back door. We had already raced some way when we ran across Mum and Dad, who were sprinting back home. I've never seen them that afraid. My father's glare was fierce. When we went to the house. Mr Austin and Sam had killed six of them, two escaped and inside Miss Lisa was lying in the pool of her blood and the wolf was lying dead beside her. The wolf bit her on the neck before she killed it. She got better but since then she hardly speaks. Dad had grown to despise the white clan. From that day, dad had lost the spark in him. He became more paranoid and obsessed with us knowing how to defend ourselves. Even though I kept disappointing him. Dad wasn't the only one that changed. Julliette changed too. I sighed after reliving that memory, it's a day I wish not relive again. My father wasn't disappointed with my inability to transform rather he pitied me. I could sense his weakness from afar. I don't even need wolf abilities for that. He always made sure I came straight home after school. I wasn't allowed to make friends or stay out late. Elena was the only person allowed to visit.

As I ride my bicycle into the gate. First person I met was Mr Austin. I greeted him. Hi ! Hi gee gee he replied. How was school today ? He asked me. As usual , horrible, I answered as I parked my bicycle in the garage. I got in the house. Good day Miss Lisa, I greeted her. She nodded and proceeded to carry my backpack. Miss Lisa is reluctant to speak. I would even question her ability to speak if I hadn't heard her speak. Mrs. Augustina was preparing dinner when I arrived in the kitchen. I gave her a back hug. I told her, "This kitchen smells delicious." Hello, teddy bear. As she affectionately refers to me, she answered. She looked at me. You appear to be hungry. I'll cook you a small snack before dinner, so please sit down. Mrs. Augustina had a kind heart. I was essentially reared by her. You overindulge her, Mr. Ragnork walked in. He has a godlike build. His aura permeates the space, and his presence compels respect. You overindulge her," he went on.She must be strong. Our strength, not our vulnerability, is what the Ragnorks are known for. "Michael, it's just food," Mrs. Augustina said politely. In addition, she mentioned that before leaving for school in the morning, she hardly had anything. My dad may be in charge, but Mrs. Augustina is much older. She can get away with things easily because she is also my dad's nanny. Additionally, she is among the few who call my dad Michael. "Good evening, dad," I said as he approached. And how did today's classes go? "What?" he inquired. "It was all right," I said. Today, the superior called me. "You have not yet achieved a breakthrough in transformation," he added.

Superior is the general name for the principal in my school. Am trying my best dad but it just doesn't click. Then you need to try harder, he said to me. My mother responded, "Give her some leeway," as she entered. She continued to look stunning in her sleeveless black silk dress. As she approached, she gave me a cheek rub. "My ideal child," she whispered. She turned to face my father and said hello. I've instructed you to treat her with kindness. When the time comes, she will arrive. She said, "Go and freshen up, Darling." In agreement with what she had told me, I moved slowly up the stairs. I caught a glimpse of my mother reprimanding my father as I was leaving. Although my dad exudes strength and authority, his greatest weakness is my mother. Including us. One thing I am sure of is that my father would give everything to protect us even if it includes his life.