I stayed in a hostel away from my parents . Not that I was upset . I was happy . I was brought back . I lived in the hostel for a year . Actually the reason I was brought back was , a crime took place . A girl was raped and taped . So my parents were afraid , and I was brought back .

Things were so much better . I woke up late . Had my meal in bed . I was pampered and loved by everyone . My life was all fully complete . Or that’s what I thought .

But the thing I hated at that time was , waking up early to go to the church . And it was quite early .

So I woke up at 8 . Yes ! This is early for me . Especially on a Sunday .

I wore a pretty dress . Covered my head .

Me my parents , and my both younger siblings went together .

I clearly remember . I was praying my eyes closed . The priest was preaching ceremonies.

And after a while he told us to open our eyes .

Then I heard a hustle of boys in the left side . The male side . In churches , there are normally two sides . One side for the females and the other for males.

I looked at the left side . Bending a little , to see what’s happening .

It wasn’t , that I had something in my mind .

Just a curious brain of a fourteen year girls .

As Soon as I bend down to have a look .

HE was also bending his hands clasped together looking at me , he wore something black I guess , the sun shadowed at him . Making it hard for me to look at him . . I was fluestered . And backed to my position .

Did he saw me? Was he looking at me ? Maybe not ? Should I see again .

I couldn’t tell that if my heart was beating fast or my mind , I think my legs were shaking too .

That was a first for me .

When we all closed our eyes again , for the second time I bend my body again pretending to close my eyes but I peeked at him . He was praying . His eyes closed .

And then he opened his eyes and looked at me .

Shit !

I turned back . My mother elbowed me .

Asking me what I was doing . And I shook my head .

My heart could have exploded .

His eyes were so beautiful , a small tint of back and brown .

He was so beautiful .

I haven’t seen a pretty face like him .

I was desperately waiting for the church ceremonies to end to have a better look at him .

As soon as the church ended .

I searched for him . He was wearing his shoes . With a guy from earlier . He was smiling .

Omg . He is so angelic .

I couldn’t contain my smile . My heart was doing something strange . I couldn’t tell what was it .

But I felt happy , just to look at him .

“ taatiya , let’s go home !” My mother called for me .

“ coming !” Why so early .

I looked at him last time , he was holding a small baby . And playing with it .

His black clothes made him stand out more . His cuteness already drove my crazy .

His black hair looked soft . I wanted to touch them .

His smile was so calming , I could look at him , for hours and hours , without getting bored .

“ are you coming ? Or should I leave you here ?” My mother shouted from the car .

“ coming !” I ran towards the car .

I was happy .

I was so happy . My mind repeated the memeoreis of him again and again on repeat .

“ are you alright ? You are acting. Weird !” My younger sister asked me .

“ shut up !” I was smiling so much .

Was it that obvious ?

Gosh .. I don’t even know his name .

But i know his face . And we go to same church .

Wow .

WE GO TO SAME CHURCH .

THANKYOU JESUS , FOR BRINGING HEAVEN TO ME .

I blushed .

I was blushing all day .

And it was really hard to sleep , without smiling .

I CANT WAIT TO SEE HIM AGAIN !!!!!!!!!

Next Saturday night , I tried wearing my best dress , a pink top and blue jeans . I didn’t oiled my hair today .

“ why are you hair dry ?” My mother questioned me . “ I don’t want to !” I whined .

“ Put some hairoil , in there ! Now !! And yes get up on time !”

I smiled .

“ okay !”

I put some oil in my long black hair .

Incase , my mother didn’t take me with her because of that .

next morning , I was so happy I woke up at 6 in the morning . Had my bath .

Tried Waking up everyone .

“ Get up ! We will get late !!! For the church !” I shouted .

“ C’mon stop shouting , besides it’s only 6:30 !” My mothers shouted from another room .

Shit !

I was impatient , to look at him .

Finally , after lot of whining and braging , we reached there at 8 o’clock.

With a biggest smile on my face .

“ see I told you , the church starts at 9 o’clock, and what’s with you these days , you act wired , it’s not like you at all . Why are you wearing a bracelet ?” My mother questioned me , looking at my wrist .

“ for fun !” I answered ,

“ mom she didn’t even had breakfast , she was saying she is having stomach butterflies !” My stupid younger sister told my mother .

“ you didn’t have your breakfast? Then where did it go ?” She asked .

“ it’s in my tummy !” My youngest sister chirped .

Soon people started getting around . Some greeted my mother . Some asked stuff about me .

Like how was I back , when I was back .

Typical aunties .

I saw the guy then , the guy which was with him on that that .

He was alone .

But where is he ?

I even applied lesser oil in my hair , and even wore a bracelet . I want him to see me .

“ what are you looking at ?” My sister asked .

“ shut up !” And I slapped her head .

“ mom , taatiya killed me !” But mom wasn’t paying attention.

“ stupid , I didn’t killed you , I slapped you !” I told her slapping her head again .

“ ow !” She looked pissed .

Soon the church started , but there was not a single trace of him . And I peeked and glanced several times to my left side .

But he wasn’t there . Maybe because he woke up late .

I think he will take some time .

I heard a hustle again . And my heart started making flips already . I looked back .

He wasn’t still there .

Why if he won’t come today ?

NOoooooooooo000000000000000 !!!!

“ shhhhh!”My mother scolded me for whining .

I looked back again .

! He wasn’t still around .

An old lady , pushed me forward .

“Move move !” She stomped on me .

And my mother pushed me to herself .

I looked to the left side again .

THERE HE WAS !!!

Wearing a red check shirt !

He looked so pretty .

When the church was over .

I noticed his shoes where he left them .

‘Okay ! Next time taatiya place the shoes next to him !’ Hmmmm !!!

“ ohhh hiiiii ! Taatiya” She was my mother’s old frnd .

“ Hii !” I hate her .

“ so which school you gonna join ?” She asked me . Making it harder for me to keep the track of him .

“ I don’t know yet , you should ask mom !” I told her .

“ your teeth are out , you know , they make you look weirder ! ” I looked down towards the ground covering my mouth “ you should try applying braces !”

I nodded .

“ anyway , lemme talk to your mother !”

She left me . With my sisters beside me .

“ it’s hot , taatiya , mom gonna take some time , let’s sit somewhere !” My younest sister pulled my jean .

“ shut up , aana”

She wasn’t letting me focus on him .

But where did he disappear?

Uhhhhhggggggggg .....

I was hatingl every minute of not seeing him .

“ you new here ?” A girl cake towards me .

“ no !”

“ but I haven’t seen you around !” She looked confused .

“ oh I lived in hostel !”

“ ohh .... Wow ... was it cool ?” She asked .

“ nope !” I laughed , I realized about my teeth , and immediately covered them .

“ ohh by the way name is maze !” She seemed sweet .

“ ohh Hii , my name is taatiya !” I told her .

“ and my name aana !” My youngest sibling just introduced Herself , ko one asked her .

“ oh my god , she looks like a goddess , such fair skin , such big lashes , brown wavy hair !”

Maze has already fallen for my youngest sister .

And I was proud on myself , to have such beautiful sister . She was always loved by everyone and so was me .

“ taatiya , mom is calling you !” My younger sibling told me , she was with my mother the whole time . “ coming !” Aana clipped her tiny hands to my jean as we walked .

“ yep mom ?”

“ let’s go home .” She said . Settling in the car .

“ so soon !” I complained.

I haven’t had a good look at him .

“ yes now , make aana sit with Erica behind!”

I did what was I told .

As son as I entered the car .

I saw him , coming out of the church . He looked at me then .

OMG ! Did he looked at me .

And just like that he disappeared behind the wall .

he \~looked \~at \~ me !!

He \~LOOKED \~ AT \~ME !!

Wow ....

I am sure to be God’s favorite child !

Several months have passed , we shared little glimpses at each other . But I stil not know his name . I was flustered and my cheeks automatically turned red , when he escaped a glance at me . He did not smile , but his one look at me was enough , to make my heart flutter . His large black eyes , were so beautiful . I can’t have enough Of his face . Every time he laughed , or picked a random baby he had the cutest face .

He would laugh , make faces at them .

By that time I already knew who were his parents , he had an older sister and a younger brother , who looks exactly like him .

And his voice is so beautiful .

One time I was looking at him , from afar , and caught him singing a melody .

He sang so beautifully that I was lost there in an illusion .

Next summer , after a year of knowing him , and having several glances , we had a camp in church .

All the children were asked to participate.

I did too and so did he .

It was for three days .

“ Hii !” Maze said and greeted me .

“ Hii !”

“ sparing glances at your boy !”

“ What ??!! Who ...??? Me ??? Oh no no ” I was caught .

“ do you know his name ?” She asked looking at him , while he was busy with his frnds .

“ uhh No !”

“ want me to help you ?” She asked .

“ what ? No ... I don’t ... want to know .... I ... just ....”

“C’mon , I will ask my brother , for you ! Okay !”

“ okay !” I sighed .

I will know his name , finally .

I used to call him prince .

My prince .

And now , within a few seconds , I’ll know his real name .

Gossshhh !

“ my brother told me -no !” She rolled her eyes .

“ oh ... is his name ‘know’ ?” I asked .

I thought his name would be something out of the world .

But a - KNOW ... okay ? Not bad ... I mean he is ... who he is ... I accept him ...

I love his name . - know .

“ No no no no ... his name is not - no , my brother told me -no !” She explained .

“ WHattttt ?” I was confused .

“ ROBIN , It’s Robin David !” I turned around to find the boy who is always with him . His eyes focused on mine .

“ who are you ?” Maze questioned him .

“ his cousin !” He told her . And left .

“ either way , you got the name !.... happy ?” She asked .

I nodded .

So the name of my Prince Charming is -Robin .....

WOW , what a pretty name ....

Robin .

Robin .

Robin .

Suddenly , I heard a few girls , who always laughed and mocked me , for my teeth and hair . Flew like caged birds to a girl .

She had short wavy hair . A beautiful oval face . Her styling of clothes were so different and beautiful, she looked stunning than all the girls there .

“ she is Josephine !” Maze told me .

“ she usually comes here , during summer , she stayes in hostel !”

I don’t know , but I already hate her .

I saw Robin ( his name is so beautiful!) running towards her . They shook hands . I never saw him like that with anyone . “ is she his cousin !?” I asked , praying and hoping she is .

“ No !” The guy from earlier answered me .

What is it with him ? Is he eavesdropping.

I saw them , he smiled at her , touched her hair . It fekt needed for him . To do the same with me . I envied her .

Later that day , when I came back home . I asked my mother , “ mom I want to cut my hair short !”

“ why ?” She questioned me , giving me a death glare .

“ I saw a girl at the church , she had short hair , and she looked beautiful!”

“ Don’t act like a kid , besides you shouldn’t copy people , be unique and natural !” She scolded me .

“ okay !”

I went to wardrobe, and picked up my shorts with a white top .

When my mom saw me , ironing my clothes for tomorrow she told me - “ you are not wearing those shorts !”

“ why ? Everyone wears them !”

“ you are not a kid anymore , and I wouldn’t repeat myself !”

I was so in a bad mood .

That Josephine , was stealing him from me .

Next morning I took a head bath , and didn’t applied oil .

Before mom could know that , I covered my hair .

When she left me at the camp , I opened my hair .

“ omg ! Hii !” Maze came ruimnning towards me .

“ you look different, your hair !” She noticed them .

“ how do I look ?” I asked .

“ tie them , people will call you mad , it’s too hot , and your hair is making me feel more hotter !”

“ oh ?” I tied them up .

“ now , much better !”

I looked at him . Standing far away on his phone .

He was smiling and texting Someone .

Then I noticed the girl Josephine , she was also texting someone . What a coincidence.

Today he didn’t even spare me a glance .

Why ?

Wasn’t I beautiful ?

Unique ?

My mother told md , I was unique .

Then why ain’t he looking at me .

I didn’t oiled my hair for him .

I look much better now .

Maybe .... maybe because of my teeth .

Is it my mistake ?