Chapter 1
“I never expected something like this to happen to us. We were supposed to be with everybody else. The gale-force winds are not really going away anytime soon. Before they spot us, We have to get out of here as soon as possible. The people of the town are going to be exasperated with us,” Mr. Anker said, frightened.
“Everything was going well for us. What went wrong? “What happened to Maverick?” Mrs. Anker inquired, puzzled.
“I’m not sure. We may have missed him. Right now, we’re not in a good position.
First and foremost, we must depart from this place. We have no choice but to abandon him. “Maybe you’re right.” Mrs. Anker, who was crying, expressed her hope that the villagers would protect Maverick. Mr. Anker, in an effort to be audacious, voiced, “We both need to pledge that we will never practice our culture again.”
According to people, the town of Novak was a mysterious place for no particular cause. It was finally time to welcome a new couple into the Novak town, to the Newtown which later was named Novak because it was the same meaning. Madeline Cres, number 10. Mr. and Mrs. Anker, Mr. Anker worked as a vehicle dealer at The Raymond’s. He was a rugged guy who seemed to be up to any challenge but did not look as from the outside because he was a very gentle person. He had a fair complexion; his profile was angular, with a well-formed nose and angled lips, he had almond-shaped blue eyes that looked like the ocean on the horizon. He had medium-length, businessman-cut, dark brown hair, and an anchor beard.
Mrs. Anker was a teacher in her hometown of Ovinel. She was also quite tall and fair-skinned. Her profile was oval, with a v-shaped jaw, a pointed nose, and full lips. Her dark brown eyes were natural like mahogany wood, and her brows were well-groomed. Her hair is medium-length, straight, and dark brown.
Mr. and Mrs. Anker were thrilled to be moving to Novak. The house was shaped like a squared L. To either side, the two extensions project onto wooden overhanging panels. The second floor was the same height as the first, but it had a portion that hung over the edge of the floor below, providing an overhang on one side and a balcony. The architecture of the second floor differed from that of the floor below. The roof was triangular and high, with one side longer than the other and coated in dark ceramic tiles. At the side of the house, there was a wide chimney. A few wide windows allow only enough light into the rooms underneath the roof. The house is surrounded by a peaceful garden filled with various flowers, a small pond with a small waterfall, and various rock formations.
They started unpacking their things. They begin with the essentials package. It included their clothing, medicines, and electronics. They then proceeded to the kitchen. They unpacked everything, including the bowls, spoons, and dishwashers. They then proceeded to the living room. There was no one around to assist them in unpacking the sofa. They had to do it on their own. The doorbell rang as they were putting up the sofa and then the television. Mrs. Anker dashed to the front door to see who it might be. She wondered who would know they had relocated to Novak when they had not told anybody. An anonymous woman stood outside the door as she opened it. She seemed to be in her mid-40s. She has an oval build, a stubby nose, normal lips, and wide green eyes. Her hair was elbow-length, wavy, and light blonde. Mrs. Anker was attempting to recall whether or not she knew her. She dismissed it as pointless and began a conversation. “Hello, may I help you?” Mrs. Anker spoke softly and sweetly.
“Hello, my name is Sierra,” the woman said, a grin on her lips. “I reside to the right of your house; in other words, I am your neighbour. I noticed you carrying your belongings inside your house and figured you would require some assistance.”
Mrs. Anker cheerfully responds, “Oh, no!” No, not at all; it was kind of you to ask. My name is Alice, by the way. Sierra, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Do you want to step in and look at our house?”
“I would love to look at your house,” Sierra said as she entered their home.
Sierra sat down on the sofa. Mr. Anker came up to her. Sierra got up and introduced herself, saying, “Hello, my name is Sierra and you are Mr. Anker, aren’t you?”
Mr. Anker answered cheerfully, “Indeed, I am. I am delighted to know that we have a wonderful neighbour.”
Mr. Anker and Sierra were chatting about their careers, families, and the neighbourhood.
“You see, there’s an old grumpy guy in town who doesn’t like new people. Never allow him the opportunity to point you in any way. He lives down the block. I’m telling you this just in case. Once a child was playing there, he inadvertently stepped on his grass – just the grass, not his plants. He went to the community centre and screamed about that boy,” Sierra said, recounting several similar incidents.
Mrs. Anker brought Mr. Anker and Sierra a bottle of water and followed them in their chat.
Sierra then asked of each of them, “How long have you both been married?”
Mr. Anker replied, “We’ve been together for five years.”
Sierra inquired huskily, “Have you thought about children?”
“Well, we all have been thinking of kids when we move out to a permanent place, and we think this town is perfect for us to settle down and have kids,” Mrs. Anker said quietly.
“I’m telling you, Novak is the finest. I think it is best if I leave now, you already have too much work to do already – I might be wasting your time,” Sierra said, making all of them feel at ease, and then she left.
All of the furniture had been unloaded and placed by the end of the day. They looked as though they were beginning from scratch, putting their old town behind and trying to adjust to their new surroundings. They lean on each other in an attempt to forget all those old memories. The only item that wasn’t set up was their bed. They simply lied on the sofa and watch television until they both fall asleep.
When Mr. Anker awoke, he said, “A new day, a new beginning.” He hadn’t been this energized in a long time. Mr. Anker was getting ready for an interview for a potential Raymond’s place. He left the building with the same vigour he had entered it with. He was certain that he would be hired. Mrs. Anker stayed at home because she had yet to find a job in the new town. She was debating whether or not to return to teaching. She, on the other hand, had mixed feelings. She adored children. She used to be really cheerful when she was with children. She enjoyed being around children; Maybe it was time for them to have their own children, she thought, wondering about the next step in their lives after the tragedy they had in Ovinel.
Mr. Anker was humming, singing, and dancing as he walked to the interview. He had applied for the role of Assistant Manager at The Raymond’s Novak office. At the chat, he was outstanding. His body language was incredible, as were his approach and speech style. The interviewer was overjoyed. After some time, he was appointed to the position based on his previous records in the old branches of Raymond’s. Mr. Anker returned home after a wonderful day. He was given authority over all of his co-workers. He had a great time in the break room. Mr. Anker came home, overjoyed to meet Mrs. Anker. Mr. Anker went into their bedroom and prepared to take a bath.
“Jack!” shouted Mrs. Anker from the kitchen.
Mr. Anker entered the kitchen, and they had a brief discussion regarding what Mrs. Anker was thinking while she was alone at home before finishing dinner and heading to bed. They went ahead about their lives as normal. Nothing noteworthy occurred until 5 months later.
Mrs. Anker around 5 months later found out that she was going to have a baby. She was as joyful as a flower in bloom. She was unable to speak anything because she was too excited. She dialled Mr. Anker’s number; he was in his office, and tears streamed down her face as she spoke to him. She yelled in happiness.
