"Maryam am sorry" I repeated a thousand times now.
"Okay fine, so I was thinking of going out tonight with you?" I said, trying to catch her
attention, I watched her angry face turn into a blooming flower. "Really?" she asked excitedly.
"YesLike a park or something" I said to her.
"Yes!!! Yes!!!" she seems pretty excited, well guess this was a good or should I say, a better way to get a woman talking.
"Alright then" I said turning my back to face her, I was on my way out to get some coffee. "Don't be late this time for breakfast, there won't be a second chance!! " she said aloud.
"Okay Maryam, I won't," I said, turning to look at her, I drew a cross at the left side of my chest. "I cross my heart" I told her.
Immediately I entered my silver grey Mercedes S600, and drove off to my favorite spot on earth, listening to every word that came out of Maroon's mouth.
The turning wheels stitched the moments into one seamless narrative, they gave sense to the journey.
Without awareness of the road or the bright sky, the car moved over the highway, straight to the parking lot.
I was really looking unkempt, my hair totally messing and I was still on my night wears, they were looking so baggy and saggy but for me, it was just perfect, I stepped into the coffee shop and my reserved sit staring at me impatiently, immediately I sat down the waitress was quick to attend to me, trying to flirt with me a few time but wasn't quite interested.
I stared out the window to see the beautiful busy people of the world, they looked like they were in a hurry to get somewhere but my mind began to wonder if they were happy, well some looked happy for one reason or the other.
I heard the door swing open as it rings just like every other time it has when it get opened, I didn't pay much attention to it, I was busy with the view I was getting and the amazing strangers outside, I could hear the mother of the kids that ran in warn them if not they might get hurt.
I didn't pay attention to it.
"Hahaha... I know right, they are headaches but they are amazing" the familiar female voice said immediately I froze, my eyes wide open.
"I know that voice," I said to myself.
And here she stood right in front of me, here she was standing in my face, was I dreaming? Was it another bad dream?.
Standing up just immediately to see if I was dreaming, I walk yo to her and looked closer, which only made me look stupid but I cared less, she seems a bit confused, I could read that from her facial expression.
She asked a few questions like "Do I know you.?,have we met before?" and all that stuff and even when I called her name she didn't seem to recall, it felt like I've seen a ghost yet it was her.
Was she a twin?....
She was trying to get what was happening up straight just then her kids began to call her, she was quick to leave, I just stood there looking like a crazy ass man, who was really insane, I could feel the piercing eyes of the crowd in the show stab through my skin.
I felt the urge to run after her, but if it wasn't her, what if it was a ghost.
If I was healing from the pain of those years I hadn't seen her, it would take more than five more years to heal this one.
I walked out the door and there she was in her car with her kids, we had one or two eye contact and yes I could feel that connection, it was right there, I know that eyes too well, if I wasn't her, it was possible I just saw a ghost, a ghost I want to be with.
Without wasting much time in the coffee shop I hurriedly entered my car and zoomed off, I was so sad, I felt like I was going through the wrong time of my lifetime.
This woman.. She might not be my woman but I wanted to know who she was and where she lived and every goddamn thing about her.
I got home really furious, Maryam had noticed the way my face looked, she kept asking what the problem was but I was not in the mood for long talks.
I walked straight upstairs and to my room, banging the door behind me, I went to the collection of nuella's pictures and I flip them all over the place, I screamed i needed to, I yelled my throat out I wanted to, I cried because I was hurt, I was so hurt, I didn't know how hurt I was until I saw her, I saw her again.
I curse myself for what happened, I blamed it on myself, It was all my fault,I was so stupid for letting what happened to her happen.
I cried myself to sleep and I was able to find peace that night. I noticed someone came into the room that night. She said a lot of stuff. I might have been asleep but I knew it was Maryam.
She seemed to be crying or something, she stroked my head a few times and she was a good friend to me. Before she stepped out the door of my room, she planted a soft kiss on my temple.
She closes the door softly so as not to make a noise. I immediately dozed off.