"So what you're saying is, I can't go?"
"I'm not saying you can't go, but it's just complicated to bring you. I know how you are, you're going to want me to be with you throughout, and I have to be up and down. I know you don't like moving up and down." I hear shuffling in his background. "It just makes sense that you don't come."
"So the answer is yes? To my question."
"Gertrude." He huffs; I know he's frustrated, but his reasoning doesn't make sense to me. "That's not what I am saying, baby."
"Then give me a plain answer, baby." I can't help but mock.
He sighs heavily, then I hear more shuffling in his background. In our native tongue, he says; "I think it's safe you don't come. I don't want any trouble and I don't want you to be troubled."
"Okay." I shrug.
My eyes hopelessly wonder around the parking lot, watching a few more colleagues leave. Work ended about forty minutes ago and here I am, lingering at the front building. Tsiamo had said he'd fetch me as he wanted to hang out for a bit, thought he'd have been here about forty minutes ago.
I look lost, I think, sitting by the steps, watching people leave the building and I'm sure they head to the comfort of their home. Yet, here I am, knees pressed and the tip of my shoes facing each other. My back is slouching; I'm sure I look lost.
"And now? Because you were supposed to be here. You said you'd fetch me."
"Yes, yes, that's why I called. I wanted to ask if you can maybe use an Uber? I won't make it today-"
"You know you can't tell me last minute. You could have told me before if you knew."
"I know, baby. I know and I'm sorry. Please use an Uber."
I sigh, partially moving my phone from my ear for a moment before I place it back against my ear. "Ahm... okay."
"I'm sorry, baby." His mutters in his native tongue.
"It's okay... it's okay. Let me request one."
When we hang up, I sit there looking at the scenery for a bit. After taking moments to gather myself and thoughts, I go ahead on requesting for a ride, humming at the price and time it states it would arrive.
How was my day? Oh. A Monday filled with rather crazy moments and events. If I thought my life was a movie back before I met the woman in the sky, a huge part of me is mentally preparing for an entire show stopper of sort. There's already to much happening in such a short span of time, and if I am to compare it to back when I had just started being around Micah, I feel as though this? Oh, this is just him exercising his temerity time and time again.
Like before, but more bolder. I'd like to think he had some what of boundaries back then; now, he is just doing as he pleases how he pleases and everyone else stand as side characters. I'd say, including me.
After hearing the sound of the wide front glass door being pulled open, along with footsteps behind me, I sit up straight a bit and glance over my shoulder, expecting to see some other colleague who's decided to leave the premise.
Contrary to my expectation, hands still in his pockets as before, as he approaches me a step of authority at a time. I find myself glancing back towards the parking lot, hands now holding onto my knees after I discard my phone on my lap.
He doesn't stop besides or behind me; rather, he takes the steps down until he is at the bottom, a good seven steps away from me (I've counted) and watches the parking lot for a moment. I think I hear him inhale and hold it, then exhale before he finds the courage - I'm sure - to turn to face me.
