Sariah is strategic.
She has a religion. She follows rules. She knows what she wants. After finishing high school, she graduated in the top five percent of her class at university and is now embarking on her newest, most exciting journey; working...
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"Sariah, we are ready to go."
I groaned at the invasive voice of Gerald as I grab a pillow to cover my ears. It cannot possibly be morning already as I have only just fallen asleep.
Saturday was a very gloomy day. I evaded Arman by staying in my room—door bolted—and ate chocolate chip cookies. My plans for Saturday's lunch went down the drain as I hadn't bothered to get out of bed much less cook anything. I did, however, wash my hair, style it and get some laundry done. Most of everything I did was done in the night when I finally left my den but only after I found out Arman wasn't around. Gerald came to speak with me but not for long as he was on a video call with his girlfriend for most of the day. In the evening I cooked pumpkin soup for dinner and made garlic bread. Safe to say, Gerald fell in love. I had to remind him he has a girlfriend and no, I couldn't marry him.
That night, Arman's 'friend' came over again and kept him occupied into the wee hours of the night. I heard raucous laughter all night, which, admittedly I was glad for as whenever his room fell silent I worried they might have been doing intimate stuff. The thought killed me but soon after I started overthinking, they'd start talking or laughing loudly once more. Halfway through the night I realised I was being immature by harbouring feelings such as jealousy over someone who obviously doesn't respect me or perhaps, doesn't care for me any at all. I ended the night with my cookies, reruns of Game of Thrones and a very damp mood.
Sunday was a better one. I spoke with Singh—with no mentions of mom, thank God— about everything we missed in each other's lives since I've been working at the Piffler. He spoke of work, his best friend and talks of relocating to another job location. It would be three hours from the city but a twenty percent pay increase. The distance was my problem as Singhy-bear is my best friend and I can't imagine not seeing him for weeks upon end but he wanted it so I tried to be happy for him. He realised how much I wasn't happy and was actually faking it and has been in a rough spot about his decision ever since.
I spoke with the newly-weds but that conversation was short as they had an activity to do, something about deep-sea diving, I'm not sure I remember. They were so preoccupied and on cloud nine that I hadn't wanted to keep them on a call for too long. I let them go but not before warning them not to do something stupid, like, I don't know, sky-diving! But I'm sure they wouldn't care. I pleaded with them to be safe as they have a very long record of being reckless and they conceded, finally acknowledging my pleas and promising they'll be careful. We exchanged 'I love you's' and they hung up.
After, I watched a sermon on YouTube, as being out of town meant I was away from my home church and cannot be in physical attendance. I prayed, and went for a walk. I avoided the woods mainly because I was scared of it but also because the last time I had been in there was with Arman.
When I got back, my mood soured once more as I saw him leaving the ground floor all dressed up, his cool exterior attracting all attention to him. He hopped into his limousine where he was later embraced by Ms. Arabic Features. He hadn't attempted to talk to me all weekend and seemed rather preoccupied with her. By the end of Sunday I concluded he had lost interest in me, and I could finally be free from the shackles of all that is him.
