©️ Opeyemi Akintunde
” How many times do I have to call your name?” Pastor Ife screamed at Timisire.
” I am sorry sir, I didn’t hear you, I was on the phone with Bro Tim”
” Discussing What exactly?”
“He was asking me about the teenagers’ manual for the next quarter”
” Timisire, you no longer worship in Parish 129, you now belong here, concentrate on your service here”
“Yes sir!” Timisire replied.
She didn’t know what had been eating him up of late. He was gradually becoming an angry person ever since he was transferred to start the new Parish six months back.
Timisire had been trying to make excuses for him. She knew the pressure was much, he was looking like a failure because in six months, they couldn’t boast of ten members. The church could not run itself.
Timisire was the church accountant/Secretary/ administrator so she knew Pastor Ife was using his personal money to keep the church afloat…
” What do you need me to do for you sir?” Timisire asked after few minutes of him not saying anything. She had been standing in his office.
” Nothing!”
Timisire was shocked.
” Nothing? Sir, you must still be pissed at me” Timisire asked
” No, I just wanted to be sure you were around”
Timisire was the pissed one at that point!. Where else would she be?
” What then was the point of the anger?” She asked herself
” You can return back to your office!” He said
Timisire left the office walking like a dazed person. She knew a lot had been happening recently between Pastor Ife and Aunty Rere, but she didn’t want to meddle in their marriage.
“TIMISIRE”
She heard him call her name, and without anyone telling her danger was very close, she felt it.
She was going to do what she knew best to do. Flee!
” Flee From all appearance of evil refrain yourselves.” She spoke her favourite scripture to herself. Whenever she was in any compromising situation with any brother in church and the sexual urge came on her, she would flee, more like run!
It was time to run! She had been noticing the way Pastor Ife had been looking her lustfully for a while and she knew it was the demon in her calling him. She was not about to give in to the devil. Neither was she going to drill an arrow into Aunty Rere’s heart.
She picked up her pace, pretending not to hear her name.
” TIMISIRE!” This time around , Pastor Ife hollered her name. There was no pretending she didn’t hear. She knew if she moved forward, it would be misunderstood as being disrespectful of her, especially since Pastor Ife was like her father or elder brother.
She turned and she knew her life was about to take another turn.
Their eyes met and instantly lust registered its presence. It dominated their thinking and the unthinkable happened in less than five minutes!
To be continued…
