Dont cry for me......when a loss becomes a plus Part 2

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My next visit to George's house was not pre-planned ,there was this new producer in town kira she wanted I and George to star in her  film, our first meeting was fixed and the Venue was George's house. I got there quiet early, George was not around and kira was not yet there. I Sat By the pool side, reading through the script I was also trying to avoid an encounter with Zara but then I could hear the piano play and it was one of my favorite songs

‘Mum was my hero’    in my heart I played along, however I soon realized that the organist was skipping some major keys, I wish I could just ignore. I soon asked a maid, where the sound was coming from, it was from the living room, and I guessed right, the organist was Zara . I walked behind the house staff, as she led me to the living room, where two large organs occupied a wooden cubicle by the left side.

Zara was too engrossed in the organ to notice my presence, I stood behind her, and just as she started performing those blunders again, I placed my fingers above hers, putting her through the right keys.

I was prepared for anything, maybe she’d say those cruel words again, but I honestly enjoyed the flow of the keys, and I could feel so much joy, flowing out of her little soul.

‘ah wont you know, that I would say that mum was my hero’

 

We sang the last line together, taking it over and again, I could see tears drop from her eyes.

She was sincerely grateful, she made me stay with her for many hours, we rehearsed about 4 other songs, she had a performance in school in a few days, kira called to cancel the meeting, according to her she was stuck at another movie meeting. To Zara that  was good news, and I enjoyed every moment I spent with her, she was an easy to love angel, I found out that she only put up a bold face, to protect herself.

Zara made me promise her a twice a week meeting, for the next few weeks, I obliged, it was impossible to tell her no.

Zara soon started feeling sleepy, and insisted I tucked her in bed, and read her a story, I lifted her tiny body, while her nanny watched us, she was smiling, Zara giggled. I sat beside her and watched her battle with sleep, however, she soon gave up.

 I sighed deeply, as I picked my fabric bag, and  strolled down the stairs, I noticed George standing by the stairs, he was kissing a lady, she had a familiar scent, I walked past them hurriedly, and just as I got to the door, I remembered the strong oudy scent, it was Kira samson, I angrily turned to give them a last glance, George raised his head, smiling at me, before pushing kira’s hair back and kissing her again ….continues

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