After the dramatic situation with Paul over the phone, I woke up to find out that my mom and dad had yalready checked my results. To my surprise, they thought I did excellently. "Thank God," I thought, feeling relieved.
As I lay on the big couch, my little sister, Farida, requested to watch TV beside me. I tuned in to E! but wasn't really concentrating. "I'm watching something, Farida. Go and read your book," I hissed. Farida is a bundle of energy and entertainment, a mixture of mom and dad's features. I can describe her as cute, but her annoying and goofy moments can be frustrating at times. Despite this, I appreciate her existence in my life. She's my 'partner in crime' and gossip buddy. Even with her stupid behaviors, my 14-year-old sister and I have a strong bond and enjoy each other's company. I even saved her contact as my "little sidekick" on my tab.
"I have prayed, Aunty, just leave me alone," I said in an angry tone. But she wouldn't let up. "But I want to watch StarLife. Go and call... erm... what's his name... Pablo?" she asked. "Who is Pablo?" I scoffed. "Abi Paul, I don't care. Go and call him. Priscilla promised me 3k if I make sure you call him. Please don't use your stubbornness to take my money from me." This girl needs flogging for real.
"Because of 3k, see your life," I stood up and threw the remote on the floor. "3k that you can't give me half of... abeg." She rolled her eyes and picked up the remote. I used my right hand to shove her face a little and walked upstairs. I could hear her loud hiss as I walked away.
About 10 minutes passed, and I was still staring at my tab, hoping to 'woman up' and summon enough courage to call Paul. "Airah, you can do this. Just act like everything is fine," I said to myself and sighed. I was able to dial his number, watched it ring for a few seconds until he picked.
"Airah," he called out with genuine excitement in his voice. "Good evening, um, how are you?" I said, filled with anxiety. "I'm not fine... you?" "I'm ok, thank God," I replied slowly and sighed heavily, to the extent that he heard. "Classic you, you don't want to have a conversation about everything that has been happening." The truth.
"Hmm, what happened o?" I asked in sarcasm. "It's fine, we're going to see tomorrow. I'm coming to PFC." I hate my life... LOL. "Tomorrow?" I asked rhetorically. "Okay, tomorrow." "Yes," he said and yawned. How cute.
"You're feeling sleepy, goodnight," I greeted, trying as hard as I could to stop the phone call. "Ok, goodnight, baby." I found that statement cringe and immediately hung up in irritation. I really need to sleep. In fact, I need a rest day, but tomorrow is Monday, and Val's Day is a week from Monday.
