Finding You.

CHAPTER 27

SOMILA

When I wake up, I realize that Aya didn't come and sleep next to me. I thought he would have cooled off and joined me in bed but I guess I was wrong.

I get out of bed and make my way to his room. The bed is neatly made, there's a note with a credit card below it: In case you need anything... Pin number 0409. I enter his bathroom and brush my teeth then make my way to the kitchen.

The house is silent, I know Sam went to work but I wonder where Aya is. Remembering that I got an overpriced phone yesterday, I go back upstairs and enter the hallway bathroom, where I find the phone and the plastic still on the basin counter.

I connect to the Wi-Fi, and search for the practice to find that Aya's number has been updated onto their website so I call him but... he doesn't answer. Maybe he doesn't recognize this number which is why he isn't answering, so I try again but there's still no answer.

I then decide to send him a text. Aya its Somila, I just woke up and you weren't here... where are you? Please call or text back.

When he doesn't reply, I decide to call Sam who answers on the fourth ring. "Somi good morning. What's up? Are you okay?"
"Yea, yea I'm okay Sam thanks. I've been trying to get hold of Aya but he's not answering calls and texts. Have you seen him this morning?"

"Saw him at breakfast this morning, he was headed to work." Wow that is news to me, "Oh?" is all I manage to say, "He didn't tell me he'd be going back today."
"It must've slipped his mind. Somi can we talk later? I'm sort of busy at the moment."

"Yea sure, thanks Sam." I hang up and feel my heart tightening in my chest, is he that angry at me that he didn't even bother telling me he'd be going back to work today, was that really necessary? because of a stupid tattoo? If he wants to play that game then I'm in.

After having a blueberry muffin, slices of pineapple and tea for breakfast, I went back upstairs and struggled to make the bed as neatly as I had found it last night, sitting on it when I'm done to reflect on yesterday's events.

We fought, then made up and now we're fighting again, because of something as stupid as getting a tattoo? I don't understand why he could be that angry about this but if he wants to sulk then I'll let him sulk.

I don't really know what to do with myself, yesterday when I was at the Irish café, I had called Daniel and he was so excited to hear from me. He told me about how boring his temporary Au-pair was and that she didn't let him watch stranger things. He had a study date with Skyler on Saturday and they ordered pizza for lunch. Hearing him speak in so much excitement, I suddenly missed being at work so much especially now that I am in this big house all on my own.

I'm getting bored sitting here on my own and it's only ten thirty and then I have an idea... I take a quick shower and get dressed in dusty pink tights, a black short-sleeved Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt and my Doctor Martens. Grabbing my phone and heading to the kitchen, I make two rye bread sandwiches with cream cheese and salami, adding sliced pickles for a more fresh flavour.

I wrap them in a foil. I take two juice boxes from the fridge and smile at the private joke of grown men having juice boxes in their kitchen - I know he'll get the humour and soften up. I also get an apple and some grapes - putting them into a zip lock bag, then packing everything in a brown paper bag I found in one of the kitchen drawers.