Everything seemed rather grim for him. Moving was the biggest pain for him. But constantly being relocated for his navy job caused him a few headaches. Switching jobs was never an issue for him. The pay for this post just seemed too good to turn down. He'd beaten quite a lot of applicants to get this position. It was either throwing all the work away for some drooling novice to take it on short notice and receiving a higher pay for the sudden vacancy. His loft filled and scattered with boxes around the room. It was a damn shame he was leaving this amazing place with the perfect view of the lake. The rent was very generous for him. Dhairya could count himself quite lucky that the old lady was very open and not some cheapskate looking to make every buck possible. A very good relationship led to him just loving his time here. Despite her promises of keeping the place vacant for the next time he returned, Dhairya turned it down. He insisted she do no such thing despite how touched he felt by this act. He looked around and scanned the list of things he needed to get packed before the truck arrived. Since Dhairya was constantly moving, he realized he needed more aid to keep everything under control. He always had the motive to start things that he couldn't finish despite having the fool's vision that he would stay here a long time. His job quite literally required him to move all over the place. That's what his close ones kept reminding him, but Dhairya for some reason, shrugged it all off. Usually, his past experiences in hiring and trying to buy used items went pretty well. But this one seemed a little more complicated.
Dhairya was hunting for a couple gifts to butter up his siblings so they wouldn't take it too hard when he left. The first couple gifts were relatively easy pickups from various close locations. It provided good miles for his car. He'd get picked up by a few of his fellow workers who he'd grown a good bond with the past years he worked in this particular section. He locked everything up and headed out for the second final time before he handed the keys in to this cozy place. He jumped into his comfy station wagon, and he forgot the address. Dhairya groaned and rubbed his head. The door practically had several locks in it and to unlock them proved to be a brain twister in itself. He picked it from the kitchen counter and headed out once again. The view and the atmosphere of the hall in his loft was the best during sunset. The way it just glared through his windows and reminded Dhairya of a very memorable, nostalgic feeling. Dhairya hoped to return early, or before that to see it again as that time slowly came. He hit it and he could count himself lucky that the roads were clear this time.
Driving around and round, he got more puzzled with every second that passed. The man he spent a good amount of time bargaining for the price decided to be a little difficult. The negotiations were strenuous as it is. All Dhairya was told was to meet this person in the mail area of the train station. Except he didn't know what he looked like. He didn't know what Dhairya looked like. Dhairya had received nothing from his messages he sent from almost an hour ago. Dhairya felt like a creep, scanning around to hopefully see someone carrying various items, but nothing. He could only stand for so long, looking helpless, before someone came to check on him. Just like that, his phone rang. "I will be running a little late sir. Sorry for this short notice but I'll make an effort to come as soon as possible." He rubbed his head at the constant delays. He'd suffered through enough with his job. Dhairya sat at the counter and had no choice but to wait this out.
Every minute that passed had him more anxious than ever. It's been almost twenty minutes and the truck would surely be drumming his fingers on his wheel, getting more tense. He'd spent a good five minutes, scanning the entire station and everyone seated. As he waited, longer, and longer, no text. Dhairya expected at least that even if he'd arrived, that he'd be on the lookout for the buyer. He made sure to put on his "I'm expecting something anytime soon" face for a while now. Dhairya eventually got a little impatient and pulled out his phone. "Are you sure you're here yet?" Dhairya texted. He immediately got a response this time. "Hey Dhairya. I apologize for this inconvenience, but could you walk south from the station down to the little tuck shop by the apartments? I'm waiting there at the moment to wrap up a present for one of my little ones." The seller replied. With a groan, he got up, almost laughing at the fact that this fool had him in circles over something that could've been handled in a quicker fashion. Dhairya pulled on his jacket and jogged right down the steep hill till he saw the little shop that offered everything. From chocolates, variety drinks, cupcakes, cakes, little meals, and more. It took up such little space, yet it had so much significance in the area. Any outsider who came to this area would always drop by here. The worst-case scenario ended up happening. There was a cluster of people in the store. Dhairya just hoped that this person would be on the lookout. The last thing he wanted to do is go around like some door-to-door salesman, but beggars can't be choosers. That's when Dhairya just broke the ice. "Listen you coot, tell me what you look like. I'm actually sweating from something so simple!" Dhairya texted. He got a reply instantly. "I'm right by the counter." Dhairya got up and glanced at the man idly waving at him, holding his massive package and waiting for the cakes.
"You had me going for a ride there." Dhairya said. "That's just life for you." The seller said, counting the 1254 dollars and shaking his hand. "Best fortunes for you Dhairya." With that he left and moved on. Eventually, he got the presents and packages to his young siblings before they headed to school without a hassle this time. Dhairya was sure to spend a lot of time with them than their own parents did. He couldn't peg if it was a natural affection and steady love for them that grew. The love he held for those whippersnappers was something that made no sense considering they couldn't even remember his name for the most. All the affection was enlightening as he remembered to get them what they dreamed of last Christmas. It made the departure that much less sour and hoped things would be different or they would at least remember his name next time.
(DISCLAIMER: Do not post my work anywhere else without my permission. Message me about spreading my work.)
