The Other Side

CHAPTER [6]

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"Listen boys, you only have one call to make, so make sure you call the right person," the police officer said in a loud and audible voice. George began to think and suddenly his hopes narrowed. He had everything well planned until he realised, the one who was capable of his redemption was lying on a hospital bed. "To whom shall i turn to," he conversed with his inner thoughts. While he battled with himself, the name Poshia was constantly coming up. He wasn't too confident about calling her because their relationship wasn't good neither was is it bad. They were like strangers who had factual knowledge about each other.

He finally gave in.

"Can I have my call now!" George claimed emphatically, for he knew it was his legal right to do so hence his cocky attitude.

The senior police officer walked up to him, looked at him and with authority, he calmly insisted for him to ask politely. George did not seem to agree with the officer's ego lifting proposal. He scorned to show weakness. "It is my legal right is it not?" He rhetorically asked. "So please hand me the device."

The police officer knew he couldn't do anything but allow him to make a call. Even though he had allowed him to make a call, he had convinced himself to make George taste the waters of agony in the event of getting a negative response.

George dialed Poshia's home number then called. "Hello, can you please come and bail me out, its George," he said. He didn't want to waste time therefore he went straight to his point. "What happened?" Poshia asked with a great need to understand. "Please just come, I will explain when you are here," he concluded the conversation then hang up.

"Is everything okay?" Marlon asked.

"Its George, he has been arrested," she said in low voice, trembling with worry.

Prior to the saddening news, Poshia and Marlon were having an eventful evening. The two had gone for movies and now they were preparing dinner together. All these events were hidden behind the title, "business talk and a little bit of catch up."

It came to Marlon's mind that helping out on bailing George would cause Poshia to appreciate him more.

"Lets go get him out," he said. In that same moment, following his kind effort, Poshia's face showed relief. She got on her feet then hugged him in silence as a way of expressing gratitude.

Marlon's efforts had definitely paid off.

At this point, the odds were strongly in favour of Marlon impressing Poshia with any little sweet gesture. He took it upon himself to reintroduce a long lost tune that was going to render their souls young again. He waited for an opportune moment to play an old jam that they both liked in their youth days. They listened to it as they drove to the police station. Marlon's moves were constantly reviving Poshia's memories that she never thought still existed.

"So much happened while we listen to this song," she mentioned. Marlon just looked at her and smiled. He felt great joy that he had never felt since his wife passed on. Even though he was the one  pressing on for Poshia to notice her again, he was bit skeptical about the feeling he had began to feel.

"We are here." Marlon said.

"Thank--"

He interrupted her. He had a strong belief that gratitude was not to be passed to him after an act of kindness. He always felt it was his obligation especially for her.

"Forgotten something about me?" He raised an eye brow challenging her.

Poshia took a prolonged sigh as she smiled. She quickly put herself out of the position to answer his question. She held his hand making their fingers become intertwined together.

That alone had brought mixed feelings to Marlon. Confusion and joy. They had become his new allies.

"Shall we?" She said as she took a few steps in the direction of the police station.

They walked together to the police station building, reaching the entrance door, she let go his hand as he opened the door for her.

The joy in the essence of their emotions was temporarily rendered void when the police officers in the building began to salute and show respect to Marlon. Poshia was amazed with what she was seeing.

"A word with the man in charge," Marlon requested. It was a sudden switch from an affectionate being to one oozing authority.

The senior officer appeared in Marlon's presence. They walked into his office to have a closed door conversation, negotiating the release of George while Poshia waited in the reception.

Marlon was not just negotiating for bail but for the senior officer to drop charges. In actual fact it was more of ordering him to do so. At some point their meeting sounded bit loud for a negotiation.

The officer wasn't willing to drop charges for he had been annoyed with the attitude George had portrayed earlier. Nonetheless, he eventually gave in as he realised he was putting his promotion on the line if he had continued rejecting.

"Billy let him out," he ordered his coworker.

George showed a sense of elation from all he was seeing. His ego was boosted as he felt like he was the law. In his mind it had nothing against him. He then went ahead to present his handcuffed hands in front of the senior officer. He put on an uneven, crooked smile that was insolent. The odds were really in his favour and he knew nothing was going to stop his release.

"I think this equipment in my hands belongs to you, get rid of it," George commanded in succession implying mockery.

The senior officer did like wise; he let him loose and set him free. "I believe this concludes my stay here, shall we go," George said. All the police officers were left silent and in awe from the recklessness he had with words.