Six Years, I waited

Pretentious Priest

     "Oh my heavens!" I was totally baffled as I saw the time on my phone. 6:43 A.M. God, I packed up, got the extra shampoo and conditioner on the shelves, and washed my hair on the sink. Two bathrooms are occupied and I need to be there on time for my first class. I already repeated a subject and I don't want to repeat another year again because of my Insomnia. A little brief about it, it's because of my tragic past that I can't seem to forget even just a little.

     I just came on time in the university and as soon as I enter the room, I was so bang relaxed. "Big sis, late again?" a mate sighed. "Excuse me, I just went to the bathroom an hour ago so that means I was here around 6:30 A.M." I whispered while sitting down the computer chair. It was our computer subject that nobody cared but I like the subject. "Yeah, your 6:30 A.M. was in bed prolly snoring out loud dreaming about your Confessional man." my seatmate sarcastically smiled. "What's confessional man?" another mate butted in. "Girl, she went on a Catholic Church before and there's this thing called Confessional room or like a cubicle that you seek to confess to a Priest or whatsoever. She met a man pretending to be the priest. Very illegal." she sneered while clicking stuffs online. I "So Big sis likes that pretentious man? Maybe that's really a priest!" while she's eating some snacks. I wondered. Maybe? The professor went in and he was around forty minutes late. "Ms. Kotoko Hara, you're late, again." my professor looked at me intensely and everyone slowly looked at my side as I smile. "Sir, I was never late. I was here before you so..." I rolled my eyes to the clock and my professor said "So you think I am late?" he placed his book on the table, "No sir, I didn't had that in mind. I was jut explaining that I pooped for an hour and— wait a minute, how can you say I was late sir?" I mysteriously looked at him and everyone looked at my professor. My professor coughs and said "Nevermind... I think I was late. I didn't see you earlier maybe you jut look like that person." and he turns his back on class writing on board. "You see, he's really flirting the old dorm leader in the girl's building. I saw him buying bouquet of flowers near our dorm." my seatmate whispered while everyone chuckled.

     I went to a Catholic church last Saturday for a confession since my mom was a religious person, she taught me things but I still couldn't get everything else since I was Christian. But of course, I did respect my mom's religion. I still visited the same church my mom used to go every Sundays. My most favorite interesting part in the Church has always been the Confessional room wherein people confess their sins. I just love the concept since I was able to communicate my feelings whenever I can't with anybody else I know. The Confessional room, you can't see the priest but you can hear his sermons and advice. For years that I have been confessing, this time the voice was different. It sounds like an adult and the shadow looks bigger and younger. I tried to peak but I wasn't able to. I was scared that it might have been a new priest. 

     "Father, I am scared to be alone. I am scared that I may not meet the right person. I am scared that what if after years, my face will become older like you..." someone giggled. I tried to pause and wandered around me, no one was there aside from us. ""Father, was that you?" I asked. "My dear.. which one?" he replied like a slow grandpa. That was weird. Father doesn't sound like that. I continued, "...I mean, I am scared that if my face starts to grow old, no man will like me anymore. Nobody will like an old, wrinkled woman with less fun. My dream is to have a family and to be a mom. Is that hard?" I tearfully cried. Father said, "Don't worry. Someone likes you from afar." I stopped crying. Father always used "my child" or "Godly words" but right now I wondered if this person is pretending to be the priest. He didn't sound the same and he didn't use the same words. "Father, can you give me a bible verse that could calm me?" I raised my brows waiting for his words. "Okay... sure uhm..." he paused. "John 3:16, For God so loved the world—" I opened the other door as I saw a man trying to hold his voice continuing his repetitive bible verse. "You!!!" I slapped him with my bag and kept on doing it "You scam! Pervert man! How can you do this!!!" as I keep on slapping him while he is trying to protect his self.