Last Summer ✔

Sea of Positivity: MEMORIES

Besides the bathroom trips, she had a lazy day filled with board games insisted by her roommate.

"Good morning." Her small yawn was heard as she passed by the kitchen, going outside to see the world.

The world that still goes round and round like nothing is ever wrong.
She was against doing anything, not feeling like going to work either, but Sipho has been too lenient with her, especially because of her condition.

"Musa? I just opened your emails and I'm really sorry about that." Buhle came to the balcony and joined her.

"I slept great, thanks for asking. May you please fix me something light to eat?" She ignored her rant.

"Already done. I have something to tell you!" Buhle held her hand.

"Mhm?"

A little excitement showed in her roommate's features. "Well, in your emails, there was Mr Smith. He was telling you that I gave him your number and with your permission, he would like to call you." She squealed the last part excitedly.

Musa frowned.

This man was becoming a constant reminder of two tragic moments of her life.

"I'm really sorry! I told you his family wants to say thank you for saving that girl." Buhle whined at her roommate's reaction.

"Yeah, but his thank you was enough." The conversation was getting frustrating.

It was Buhle's turn to frown, looking concerned.

"I have to get to work." Musa said after realising her roommate had nothing left to say, walking past her and heading inside.

"Okay."

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My roommate insisted on driving me to work and I am really grateful. I was going to catch a bus, I don't think I can stand even the sight of a still train.

She made me a toast and cinnamon green tea, then gave me my doctor's note on the day before yesterday's case. It says I should take a week off, but I know I might need those sick days.

I've had anxiety and been on medication since the dawn of time.

"I'm off to lunch, anything you want me to do?" I asked Sipho, my manager.

"No." He looked up with a smile.

This job is one of the few best things that have ever happened to me since high school graduation.
Sipho's brother owns the bistro and lets him run it like his own.

My phone rang as soon as I got to my locker to get my lunch.

I had a feeling I wouldn't like who's on the line.
"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, may I please speak to Musawakhe?" The familiar voice spoke on the other end of the line.

My heart skipped a beat and my breath hitched, I was too excited and horrified.

"Shit..." I muttered under my breath and searched through the locker for my pills.

"Hello? Are you still there? Should I hold?" His voice is not helping at all.

When I found the small container, I popped the lid open, threw one into my mouth and drank water, also from my locker.

I heard him sigh as I sat down and waited for the pill to kick in, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.

I heard some shuffling and wondered how I still had the phone to my ear after what I just experienced.

"Speaking...Musa speaking." I managed to say.