I am really not in the mood for this nonsense today. After Mr Boston stressed me out at work, the last thing I need is for Sandra and Emily to lock up the house and leave with the key.
Funny enough, the key is mine because they "lost" theirs in a club and we usually keep it under the welcome mat in front of the house but it's currently not there.
"The tension on the field is palpable as Ronaldo runs" was what I heard as I sat down at the step in front of my house.
The sound was coming from my neighbours door and I still haven't gone to welcome him to the estate just like Mrs Anchilla did for me. Maybe, I would do that on Saturday.
If I had introduced myself earlier, I may have even knocked at his to seek refuge now that Sandra and Emily has decided to leave me stranded but better late than never.
I believe that no one is an island and you might need help from anyone tomorrow but with limits. Some people don't know the limit to asking for help.
I never envisioned spending my afternoon talking to myself about my neighbor. Let me call them.
"Hello, Sandra, Hello! Hello!" I am quite sure Sandra can hear me I don't understand if this is punishment for not paying the light bill because this won't be the first time they showcase this kind of childish behavior.
They have loosened a nut from the washing machine so it won't work when I wanted to use it just because I refused to wash and dry their clothes a week before.
"Yes, Sandra, I can hear you, can you hear me?" I asked over the phone now frustrated
"I'm calling to ask where you dropped the key. I got home and couldn't find them under the mat" I asked in a pitchy voice. I just couldn't keep the frustration off my voice.
"You left with the key? Where did you go to?" I asked and paused my leg trembling so I can get my answer
"The club? What nonsense club is open by this time of the evening? Why would you take my key, My Key emphasis on the My to the club? This is getting out of hand Sandra. I need my key in the next 45 minutes and I'm not bluffing" This time my voice was high and my tone hard.
I am not in the mood to console any childish or selfish act right now. Sandra and Emily are beginning to bite more than they can chew and I'm too stressed out to seek peace. Since they want it, I might as well also transfer Mr Boston aggression on them.
"Why I'm I shouting? Are you really asking me that stupid question? When you took the key to the club did you expect me to sleep outside? Or I should turn to a witch and enter the house by walking through the door" I asked angrily because Sandra's question was just pissing me off
"That is better. You can send your boyfriend's driver to bring the key,I dont care I just need the key. And yes, it call for shouting because your senses won't clock back if I don't shout" I bit out as I switched off the call.
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Hidden Love
Romance"Is it that poor Micheal you are blushing at his text?" Emily asked while laughing at me "You know poverty connects to poverty" Sandra cheekily said as she came out of the kitchen while licking a tube of ice cream "She can never be in our class ne...
