What If...

16: Sultry Harbinger

I was surprised by seeing someone familiar in front of me rather than my expected mystery man. However, I still have my doubts. Maybe, Rina and Sylvester are playing a prank on me.

   “What’s this all about?” I said in frustration as I tried looking around to check if there’s another guy hiding behind Rina.
    “Who were you expecting, Babe?” Rina replied as she also tried looking behind her back due to my odd gestures.
    “Well, I was exchanging messages with this guy, and he said he’s gonna meet me here this morning,” I explained to her while still looking sideways at the street.
    “What are you talking about? Babe, you were texting me since last night. You invited me here to explain, that’s why I’m here,” she answered back.

When she revealed that bombshell, I stopped looking for that person who I thought I was chatting with all this time. I felt my jaw dropped and my eyes were wide open in shock.

   “You are Sylvester?!” I asked while having that surprised stare at her.
    “Duh! Yes, Babe. You registered me as Sylvester on your mobile. Don’t you remember? I thought you were looking for someone behind me,” she acknowledged while giving that big sigh of relief.
    “But why will I register you by that name? I have seen your other message and it has your name on it,” I inquired further as this revelation confused me even more.
   “Before I explain everything, won’t you let me in first? The sun is scorching me!” she asked with that sardonic tone.

And so I gestured to let her in and closed the gate. That’s very ungentlemanly of me to let her stand that long out in the sun, which would bake her immaculate complexion. Once we are in the garage and about to enter the house, she pulled something from her bag which look like a small tin container.

    “I’ve brought you this. I know it’s your favorite,” she cheerfully said while handing over the can.
    “What’s this?” I asked back as I curiously opened the can and slowly smell its enticing aroma of baked goodies.
    “Oatmeal raisin cookies. I baked them myself. I remember you helping me make these when you were in my place. This is just something to munch on as we try catching up on things,” she disclosed while looking even more excited as she sees me open the tin.
   “Oh… that’s really thoughtful of you. Thanks,” I awkwardly thanked her.
Actually, I never liked raisins. I always set them aside when I see that in my dish. I can’t believe Alex likes eating things that I either hate or I’m allergic to.
   “By the way, why do I have you both registered as Rina and Sylvester here on my phone?” I asked her.
   “During the early months in our relationship, your mom doesn’t seem to like me. And you told me that you had that argument with her when she'd seen our conversations. So what I did was get another mobile number and text you using that, while you saved that under the name Sylvester. That way, your mom won’t be suspicious with our exchange for she considered it coming from one of the boys,” she clarified with that sweet smile beaming on her face. “But as I get closer with your mom, she allowed me to text you using my original number. We chat using my Rina thread for regular conversations, while we maintained the Sylvester thread for intimate and more serious discussions.”
    “So that’s why I attempted to send my disturbing note at that thread rather than the other,” I conveyed as that resolved that confusing issue. “But why would I call you Sylvester out of all the names?”
   With her eyes rolling and giving that sarcastic grin, she divulged, “Duh! You really can’t remember! ‘Cos I’m Sylvester, the PUSSY CAT. And I called you Tweety, the BIRD. Have a look at our thread on my phone.”

Then she handed me her phone to show our conversation:

   ❤🐥Tweety🐥❤: Good morning, Sylvester. I was thinking about your suggestion to meet up at home. Since I’m alone here, you might as well drop by to tell what you want to tell me.
   ME: GM, Babe. Sure, will be there in an hour as promised. C U 😉
   ❤🐥Tweety🐥❤: Where are you? I’m waiting here at home. You sure know my place?
   ME: OMW. Didn’t expect traffic on a Sunday. Ofcourse I know your place. I visit you frequently there and we have always have some quality time. Hope to have that quality time when I get there.
   ❤🐥Tweety🐥❤: What do you mean by QUALITY TIME?
   ME: You know what I mean. I’m almost there. Will hit you up when I’m at your gate. 😏😏😏
   ME: Knock Knock. Babe, I’m here. Please open the gate. 😘