Chapter 126 THE SUPPORT SYSTEM

Chapter 126 THE SUPPORT SYSTEM
Godiva POV

Early on Monday morning, Dina and I got up to prepare breakfast for everyone before they woke up. Thankfully, the cook hadn’t come, so we didn’t need to drag about who would prepare breakfast. Finding our way around the kitchen was a challenge since we didn’t know how to operate her cooker or where the ingredients were. It took us a hell of a time to finally find our way around.

Finally, we were done preparing the banana pancakes and oats. Dina went to get everyone ready for breakfast while I set the table and waited for everyone.

I could see the shock written all over Godmother’s face the second she walked in and saw the beautiful meal we prepared.

“I guess all the while, you were all Diva needed to be this energetic,” Godmother remarked, looking at Dina.

“I hope I don’t get poisoned eating this,” Alex teased, pulling a seat out for Godmother.

We kept getting compliments about the pancakes from the start of breakfast until we ended with prayer.

“So, what’s your plan for the day?” Godmother inquired with a smile.

“I’d go to the crochet school with Diva and maybe we’d go skating in the evening,” Dina announced, smiling in a weird manner.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had an interest in crochet too,” Godmother exclaimed.

“Oh no, Ma, I do not have a single interest in crocheting. We just have a mystery to uncover together,” Dina revealed, raising her brows at me, which made Godmother laugh.

“Hell no, Dina, we ain’t uncovering nothing,” I denied immediately. “Don’t believe her, Godmother, she’s just bored,” I defended myself, making everyone burst out laughing.

“Well Aunt, if you ask me, I’ll say Dina is the one telling the truth,” Alex chimed in with a smirk.

“Hater!” I shot back playfully, laughing.

After breakfast, Dina and I took our baths and dressed up for crochet school. That day, Alex accompanied us to crochet school and made sure we got in before he left.

Everyone who walked into crochet class that day was surprised to see Dina. They kept staring at us the whole time before the coach arrived.

“Hello guys,” Hilda greeted warmly as she approached us.

“Hello,” I returned with a smile while Dina kept staring at her with her mouth open.

“Dina,” I hissed, tapping her violently.

“Hello,” Dina blurted, snapping back to reality.

“Pardon her manners. I told her about my very pretty friend. Guess she didn’t expect you to be this pretty,” I joked sarcastically.

“Wow, you equally look very stunning,” Hilda complimented, smiling as she took a seat beside me.

“Hey, I’m Dina Job. You look really pretty,” Dina offered, forcing a smile as she extended her hand for a handshake.

“Thank you, I am Hilda Mike. You’re also very pretty,” Hilda returned, shaking hands with Dina. “I feel like I’ve known you for ages because Diva wouldn’t stop talking about you,” she added with a smile.

“She can’t do without me,” Dina bragged, laughing with Hilda.

I was about to say something when the coach walked in, in her usual elegant and frightening manner.

“Damn, she really looks as mean as you described,” Dina whispered into my ear, giggling.

“Just wait until she speaks. Everything about her is mean,” I whispered back.

“I guess you brought a babysitter today, Diva,” the coach observed seriously, glaring at Dina.

“Not exactly. I prefer a support system,” Dina countered sarcastically, forcing a smile.

“Well then, support system, what’s your name?” Coach pressed, glaring even harder.

“Hello, I’m Dina Job,” Dina introduced herself politely.

“Okay then, support system, today you’ll serve as my timekeeper, so get over here,” Coach instructed with a smile.

That was the first time I had seen her smile since I started crocheting.

“Damn, I’m in for hell today,” Dina groaned, forcing a smile as she walked away to the table where Coach was seated.

“I think after today, Dina may no longer be your best friend because this is a set-up,” Hilda whispered, laughing.

“You think so?” I asked anxiously, looking at Dina.

In no time, we continued making our sweatshirt from where we stopped on Friday while Dina and Coach kept conversing. From the look of things, I could tell Dina was getting comfortable.

I felt totally at ease the second I sighted Dina laughing uncontrollably with the coach.

“I think we made a mistake here,” Hilda whispered between laughs.

“Yes, we definitely did,” I agreed, smiling and fixing my gaze on Dina instead of the sweatshirt.

“Either way, by the end of today, you won’t have a best friend because I think the coach is already Dina’s best friend,” Hilda continued, laughing even louder.

After about four hours of knitting that day, Hilda and I were finally done. I couldn’t stop gazing at the sweatshirt I knitted, properly placed on a hanger and hung up.

I didn’t make the sweatshirt for anyone in mind, unlike the bag we made. I just made this one a little bigger than me, but I couldn’t help thinking it would look best on Jerald.

“If you’re done staring and admiring your work, can we go submit so I can get out of here?” Hilda nudged with a smile.

“Oh yes,” I agreed with a grin. “It’s surreal that I made something this beautiful. At my basic crocheting class back in Mavick City, I was only taught how to knit caps, beanies, bonnets, swimming trunks, and all them little things,” I reflected, picking up my carefully knitted sweatshirt from where it hung.

“As for me, I’ve made lots of them. This is my second advanced class here,” Hilda bragged proudly as we walked toward Coach.

“For real?” I gasped in amusement.

“Yes. Dad said I wasn’t good the first time, and actually, compared to the last class, I focused more,” Hilda explained as we dropped our sweatshirts on Coach’s table.

“You girls did well. Make sure to eat before leaving, and of course, support system, you need to join them,” Coach instructed with a smile.

I didn’t know if she was smiling at us or Dina, but Hilda and I had to force smiles as well.

“Thank you, Ma,” Hilda and I chorused, heading toward the kitchen area of the school where our food was.

Usually, we ate by twelve, but since it was a practical session, we had to eat after we were done to save time.

“You all have less than an hour,” Dina announced playfully, running after us.

We were served cola, burgers, and chips that day for lunch. We rushed our food since Hilda said her father was already there to pick her up, and I couldn’t wait for Dina to see him.

“Goodbye, Coach,” we chorused, walking out with our cola in our hands.

“Make sure to come early for the closing party,” Coach called after us, waving.

“Weird,” Hilda muttered, nodding.

The second we stepped outside the school, we sighted Hilda’s father already waiting in a flashy sports car.

“No doubt she smiles like Hakeem. I can’t wait to see who the father smiles like,” Dina whispered to me, almost inaudibly.