I sat there, eyes fixed on the wall scared as hell wondering how I got here in the first place. It had been four hours since he disappeared and everyone seemed to believe I was responsible. After a lot of thinking, I decided I couldn’t just sit there and sulk. I had to fix this, I had to make this go away so I solved it how I knew best. I took a nap.
My phone rang repeatedly and I wondered how I forgot to switch it off. The last thing I needed was his friends pestering me about his whereabouts. I was just so grateful they didn’t know where I lived. I was taken aback when I saw the calls were from him. Twelve missed calls and a text that read ” Sarit. 8pm.” The utter sheer nerve! Did he really think I would meet him after the stunt he pulled? And with curfew at 10pm?
I knew his audacity was at an all time high but he surely must have lost his damn mind. Anyway so had I because I jumped into the shower and was on my way after thirty minutes of getting ready. It was 6:45pm when I left so that meant that even if I got stuck in Waiyaki Way traffic, I would still have enough time to get there, get lost inside the mall for about twenty minutes and still meet him at exactly 8:00 pm.
It was like the tout knew I was in a hurry because I kid you not, they stopped at every stage, waited for passengers that were fifty meters away to board, stopped for a gas fill, went to buy bananas, ate them down there and I was like I’m really paying a hundred bob for this? It was now 7:30 pm and we were fast approaching Westlands. When I got there I took a bike to the mall and texted him to find out his location.
Two minutes later, he still hadn’t replied and since I couldn’t figure out whether he had seen the text I called. Yes, you guessed right, his phone was off. Out of disbelief I called again. And again. And Again. Honestly, what did I expect coming here? That he would have a grown up conversation with me and explain why he did what he did? I was crazy for thinking that and ended up being ghosted twice in a span of less than twenty four hours.
Angry, hurt and tired as I was, I decided to take an Uber back home hoping I would beat curfew. I got cozy on the back seat and tried to fight back my tears from falling when I thought about what had just happened. As if I wasn’t already going through enough, Toni Braxton’s Unbreak My Heart started playing on the radio. Great!
My phone rang, it was my girl Tina. I was really glad she called because boy did I need to vent. “Hey I’m really sorry but I got mugged, where are you?” It was him. Why was he using Tina’s phone? How much does Tina know? Hell, where are they? “Hello? Are you there?” I got lost in my thoughts and forgot to answer. I told him that I was on my way home and didn’t care about what he had to say. I was done with him and told him as much. I hung up and switched off my phone.
What if he was really mugged though? Am I judging him too harshly? I mean, I always do that. I should at least hear what he has to say. If it’s no good then I’ll be done for real. Besides, he sounded really sorry. I thought to myself. I looked at my watch, it was 9:10pm, fifty minutes before curfew…
Behind The Unspoken 