Waking up with a start
as my alarm watch buzzing irritably from the reading position. I extended my
hands to impede it but I ruined up pushing it to the base. Immediately, my
phone beeped again. Then again, and again.
Hearing my mum’s voice blasting
from her room as she prayed. I wondered whay I even had to set the alarm. She
prayed the same time every day, for the precedent four months she had been
staying with me. Her unyielding voice rang through the walls as she prayed with
such vitality. She called it praying in tongues. I call it rubbish! I got up slightly
sluggishly and reached for my phone.
I knew it, I thought to
myself. I hissed as I reached for my slippers and pulled my bath robe around
me. Confounding into the bathroom, I looked into the mirror. My untidy hair was
all over my face. I reached for my toothbrush as my mind began to drift……..
I sat tolerantly at the
Cold-stone, my ice-cream melting bit by bit in front of me. I glanced at my pocket
watch for the umpteenth time. Sophie was supposed to be here by now. I knew
Charles would not come on time. That was his habitual behavior. I reached for
the box of pizza, picked a rectangular piece and nibbled on it. It had been
twenty minutes of waiting and I was becoming impatient. I watched couples walk
in, holding hands like their relationships were copied in ecstasy. But, okay,
there were not all amused. I had spent some time trying to get the words a
couple was exchanging. They had come in jovial, but in no time, their chat had degenerated
into a dispute. The pizza they requested for had not even been delivered before
the lady hoped up and heaved her purse out of her bag. She certainly had her
vex money prepared. As she stomps out, I observed the guy gazed helplessly at
her retreating shape. Deprived guy.
I took a glimpse at my
watch again. I knew my handset would bleep. It would be an sms from Charles
saying he was apologetic and that he would turn up late. I could envisage his proceedings
and his reactions. Taking another dig of my already dissolve ice-cream, I heard
my phone beep. I was accurate. I confirm the sender. It was Charles. I was precise.
I took my eyes off the handset as I knew precisely what the message was. For
some rationale, I reached for the telephone again to read the message. This
time I was incorrect. I was not prepared for what I read. Charles did not text
to say he was going to be late. He was not coming at all. My hands began to tremble.
Charles and I had been dating for full year currently. I had built my world
around him. At this moment one sms from him had my world collapse. Charles had
broken up with me……
I did not discern when
the tears began to empty from my eyes.
Hellen! My mum’s voice incise
throughout my thoughts. I was still in facade of the mirror, toothbrush in
hand, my inflamed eyes still wet with tears.
My baby…. She stroll
towards me and seized me in a motherly embrace.
Why does this all the
time happen to me? What did I do wrong?
“Don’t speak like that,
Hellen. Don’t.”
Immediately, my phone
beeped again. My mun reached for it.
Don’t worry. I know its
Charles. I began.
No. it’s not Charles,
my mum said. It’s Sophie.
Breathing in and trying
to get a grasp of myself, I took the phone from her. I was not prepared for the
message.
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