On the Friday morning of our first week, we were greeted by a very hoarse and pale Mr Yun.
He explained his condition before the morning prayer:
“You will have to excuse me this morning. I was partaking in a revival for the past few days. Mr Boyle will lead our morning prayers.”
Mr Boyle nodded graciously and prayed that God would heal Mr Yun’s voice. Yun smiled and took out a lozenge and popped it in his mouth, just to be sure.
How did I see this? Well, I had not been closing my eyes during “prayers” since the first meeting on Monday. Why? Well, I didn’t trust the cunts, that’s why!
I mean, this was a guy that was away for two days at a revival? A revival of what? Fucking Supertramp? This was evangelical shit. Events organized to convert (brainwash) new members of the church (cult) and bring them closer to Jesus (take all their money). No way was I closing my eyes around these lunatics!
After the meeting Mr Yun asked us to stay back. Great, I thought, more fucking wedding shit. He sat down in front of us.
“So guys, I think you should go out today and buy some rings for your wedding.”
Ha? Rings? Did this gowl fall off the stage at his revival and get a concussion?
“Excuse me?” asked herself.
Mr Yun chuckled “We can’t have a wedding without rings!”
I’d had enough of this bullshit. We were almost stone broke, in a strange land on the other side of the world, sitting in front of a smiling maniac who was suggesting that we buy rings for a wedding that we hadn’t fucking agreed to. If I had ever been exposed to a high concentration of gamma radiation as a child, it would be at this point that I’d have turned my purple trousers into rags with my exploding green muscles.
I put a hand up. “Listen Mr Yun, we are not spending money on rings for this so called wedding. We haven’t agreed to this. This entire suggestion is beyond ridiculous.”
Mr Yun inhaled, smiled, and turned around to herself.
“So, Mrs Joy has found a wedding dress for you and some nice shoes. Do you have time today to try it on?”
“A wedding dress? No, I do not have time to try on a dress. Please furnish us with our contracts and stop asking us to get married. It is not going to happen.”
Yun considered this. He took a step back and reloaded his brainwash shotgun with some guilt pellets.
“But everyone is invited. All the children are excited. All the teachers have prepared. You will get married before school and then teach your classes for the rest of the day.”
Wow. Way to upsell.
“You should not have invited anyone to a wedding or any event that we haven’t given consent to. You can go back to all these people and tell them it isn’t happening.” I roared.
The prick completely ignored me again and spoke directly to herself. It was an impressive technique to be fair. Don’t even acknowledge something that goes against your views. A proper fundamentalist.
“Your apartment will be ready tomorrow.”
Ah, he was using shock and awe tactics now. Clever.
“Mrs Joy will meet you in the morning and take you there.”
“And what about our contracts?” asked herself.
Yun waved his hand, “Talk to Mrs Joy about that, she looks after contracts.”
He turned to me.
“You look upset. What is wrong?”
Was this guy a fucking idiot, or just acting the bollox? I got up out of my seat to leave.
“I’ve work to do.” I walked out of the room and went straight to my classroom. It probably made me look like a petulant child, but I had to get out of there. I had such a strong urge to punch that man in the face. Give him a proper haymaker.
Herself followed me in to the room, locked the door and drew the blinds.
We had to hash this out immediately. Things had really gotten out of hand.
Next time: Crisis Talks