Mr. Officer (Urban literature)

Chapter 17: Reasoning

I laid on my back, as my fingers trace invisible lines on my stomach. It has only been two days since Malik went back to Baltimore and I'm already missing him like crazy. Gosh, I need him to come back soon. If not, than I may die of loneliness. Aunt Stella is great company. But I need Malik to cuddle with at night, instead of lemon scented pillows.

I groaned. "I need him."

"Is there a reasoning why you're talking to yourself?"

I turn my head to see Aunt Stella leaning in the door frame with her night gown on.

I huffed, before turning on my side to look at her. "I want him back."

"Sweetheart, its only been two days."

"It feels like two weeks."

Aunt Stella sighed heavily, with a disappointing look on her face. "He's on the phone."

Once she said that, I practically leaped out of bed and ran to the house phone in the hall. "Hello." I said; trying to keep my cool and make it seem like I didn't miss him.

"Hey." Malik did not sound cheerful, nor even sexy like he is usually. "How are you?"

"I'm good. How are you?" I leaned in the white painted wall beside me.

"I miss you."

A smirk spread on my face. "I miss you too."

"How's the baby?"

"It's great Malik. What's with all the formal questions?"

Malik sighed heavily. "I'm not coming back soon." I can hear the sadness and disappointment in his voice.
My smirk grouped into a frown. "W-what do you mean?" I can feel Aunt Stella's presence behind me, as she waited for the hormones to kick in.

"I-I mean I won't be with you for a while."

"What's a while?"

"I don't know."

I gripped the phone in my hand, to keep myself from crying or even yelling at him for something that she can not control. "What do you mean, i don't know? How can you not know?"

"Tyrone is still out there-"

"And y'all cops did not find him yet? It's Baltimore, it's not that large of a fucking city." That's when I knew my anger was taking over. We all know once I get angry, nothing can calm me down. "Tell your cop friends to get off there fat assets and help you, all they do all day is eat fucking donuts."

"Tasha." Aunt Stella said my name through gritted teeth; warning me to cut it out. But I couldn't just let this go. My husband is stuck in Baltimore and not with me. So to hear he won't return on the date he promised to come back in is heartbreaking. Especially when you don't know when they return; it can be two weeks or two months. Malik can get hurt looking for Tyrone, so hurt he can end up into a hospital and I wouldn't know about it because I'm eight hours away.

So the only thing I could do at the moment was sigh and push all the anger and sadness down. "I'm sorry."

Malik didn't respond quickly; I knew he was taken back. Usually when I get angry I would stomp away or in this case; hang up.

A habit that I should stop.

"I'm sorry for cursing at you and getting angry for no reason. It's just I miss you and I can't be away from you any longer, even though its only been two days."