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PROBLEMXXVII| RandomNight Calls
A day or two had passed since I had made a major fool out of myself in front of Houston’s parents. I don’t think I can ever face them again. But of course, Houston disagrees to the edge.
Tonight, for some obscure reason, it was hard to go through the night. A nag lingered in the back of my mind. A gut feeling you say, it wasn't something that ever happened before.
And a gut feeling for me was a big no-no. Never in my whole existence had I had a gut feeling ever and this was a first, I didn’t know how I was suppose to react. Should I be worried? My stomach was doing flips, but the point was, I couldn’t understand if it was a good, happy kind of flip or a bad kind.
What is a gut feeling anyway? Yourstomachnotlettingyousleep? If so, I don’t like it at all. And I’m cent percent sure insomniac people don’t either.
My eyes closed on their own accord, but opened at the feeling in my stomach. I wish I could hurl this feeling out, but I didn’t want to hurl out the expensive food I had today. What a waste would that be! So I did the next best thing that came to my mind. I dialed the first number on my recent call log list. It was what I did most often when I felt the need to talk and didn’t know who to talk to. I would call the first number on my log list without looking at the number or caller ID. And I would also start rambling before the person said a greeting so I wouldn’t chicken out when I knew who this person was.
Luckily, it always turned out to be Grace.
Grace (Probably) didn’t answer until it almost went to voicemail. And as soon as the ring stopped, I rambled.
“Hello? Do know what to call a feeling in your stomach when you feel it doing flips? Like, not literal flips, but you understand, don’t you? It doesn’t feel sick but it feels different and I’ve never felt like it before. And the worst part is it won’t let me sleep! Can you believe it! And whatever it is, I do not like it. It’s irritating as hell. Taking my sleep away from me, I don’t want to be insomniac! It’s annoying. It’s bothersome! It’s vexatious. It’s disturbing. Aggravating. It’s fretting. Driving me up the wall. It is getting under my skin. It’s irking! And pestering and-”
“Or perhaps you just need a good trip to the bathroom?” The person on the other side of the line said. And it wasn’t Grace’s voice. I suddenly had cold feet. What terrified me the most is that, It wasn’t a girl’s voice either.
The only word in my vocabulary at the moment was, “Shit.”
The voice chuckled, and I recognized it. I couldn’t believe out all the limited contacts in my phone, it had to be him! I wish I did not make this phone call.
