COFFEE'S PULSE

CHAPTER 10 ALMOST A MISTAKE

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KOFFEE'S POV

Every morning I anticipated. Every week I wished.

The ache of a week turned into five. All in chaos. My heart or my head? I couldn't decide. Certainly both.

Every morning, I had to watch him pass by without acknowledging my presence. I had to mask my disappointment when Sandra gave me the check pay to the earlier order, instead of a reply to the note I sent him. I had to try weaving lies for Sandra anytime she asked what happened the night he drove me home.

After all, what was I to say? That I didn't even get the chance to see what happened myself? That i actually stood Infront of the shop the next morning, waved at his car so many times and still got ignored?

Thinking back to what Nancy said, I was asleep when he brought me in. So then, what at all did I do, within what time frame, to get him so angered and indifferent?

Maybe some people only come into your life to make a one time appearance, I convinced myself. If this wasn't one of them, then I dont want to know what it is.

(notification sound).

My sisters message appeared on my phone screen. I had approximately three hours to freshen up and pick them up from the airport. I was very much looking forward to our long night chats.

Smiling to myself, I pack up the few cookies left. My nephew could use a little chewing while his Mom and I catch up with a few things. Its been forever since I saw them.

Closing the shop, I search my phone only to find out my ride had been cancelled for the 4th time. It was only 4 pm. Walking would take me 25 minutes, thanks to the perfect planned out Sunny Scape. If not, I could literally jump over the walls of three houses right into my street.

Trying 3 more times to get a ride was to no avail. Great, just great.

A package of cookies in one hand, my bag slanged over my shoulder, I started my journey of a 5 minutes jump turned 25 minutes walk.

Almost at the end of the street, I see a lady with the grocery bags of a generation. Looking around, no one seems in sight to help. If my Mom were alive, she would be just her age. My legs moved with determination.

I dont normally do this, I'm not going to lie like I'm some angel. But seeing the way she nearly dropped a bag while she tried to balance another on her head was enough to make me double my strides.

Warm eyes filled with love met my empty ones. Placing the package with cookies on the wall, I approached with a smile.

I politely took up two bags without permission while she led me through the gates without questions. Upon reaching a trolley cart, we arranged the bags in it. Didn't take long till we had everything in it. I looked around wondering if she was going to be doing the pushing alone. That's weird for a house this size....and this beautiful. I can't believe I never bothered taking a close look.

¬¬Dont worry dear. Mattew, our security went to see his wife this morning. Brenda and Maya also had late classes today. They must be on their way. I'll call I to help. Besides I would be taking advantage of your kind heart if I allowed you help me push it in. I'm grateful.

¬¬ You already did, with those warm eyes calling me from a distance. I was surprised I wanted to help too. Trust me on that. Let me help anyways.

Moving behind the trolley, I tried pushing, I really did. Its just I could feel my organs pushing out. I dont want to die here. Embarrassed, I looked down and apologized.

Earning another warm smile and laugh this time, she assured me it was fine and that someone would help. Before I could excuse myself, I heard the someone I didn't think I'll see soon, appear out of no where. I lost feeling in my legs as he approached us.

Those magazines came no close to how he looked now. Different than I could imagine. He had black shorts on and a short sleeved white shirt with not some, but all the buttons opened. He obviously wasn't expecting foreign company.

¬¬Aunt U. Again? You promised you would at least call as soon as you got to the gate, I had been waiting but unfortunately fell asleep.

¬¬You must be tired. Dont worry. I was planning to come up and fetch you. However I was doing just fine with some help. She helped without me asking.

Finally aware of my presence, he turned to look and time stopped. Emotions in sequence. He looked really surprised, then happy almost adoration as his greens took me in. I wouldn't have bothered until guilt took over his eyes, reminding me of how I should actually be behaving.

Before I could come up with something, he did worse than I thought he ever could. He stepped forward with indifference, and like a stranger, brought out his hand saying;

¬¬thank you ma'am. I really appreciate.

Ma'am? Ma'am? I feel like getting lost in thin air. Ignoring him, I turned to the middle aged woman and said

¬¬this must be your brother. nice to meet you both and dont worry I just wanted to help. I'll take my leave then.

Walking away, I tried blinking the tears away.

This isn't me. I was never affected by mean people. I was mean people. Yes me . Not the other way round. Yet, here I am, obviously bothered by a "client almost made a friend" by mistake.