My journey from school was mostly quiet, stuffed between a middle aged woman who was buried in her cellphone and a stout looking man probably in his mid thirties who dozed off for almost the whole ride.
My earphone remained glued to my ears, supplying endless sounds of drill music that brought me a considerable amount of ease as against the excitement that was threatening to tear me apart. I shifted severally in my seat shoving the dozing man off my shoulder at intervals.
I sighed, mostly out of anticipation and maybe a little exhaustion as the bus swerved into a familiar turn. It was the last. The rest of the ride would be a straight drive until the popular Tombia park.
I checked my phone for any notifications from my bespoken host, excitement tingling through out my petite body.
“Call me once you get to Yen, I can’t wait!”
I smiled unlocking my phone to reply the text.
“Almost here…” I quickly typed back, pausing my music afterwards and pulling off my earphone in anticipation.
It didn’t take long before the bus pulled into a park and passengers readjusted and prepared to exit the stuffed bus.
“Pay your money come!” Came a baritone voice belonging to the driver who must have had a very bad day. His facial features were a mix of exhaustion and deep rooted annoyance.
I spread out the squeezed notes I had held on to, making sure they were still complete and intact. I definitely wasn’t up for an altercation with the scar faced driver.
It was already dusk. The last rays of sun retreating gradually across the sky and the dim street lights beginning to do some actual job.
I held on tightly to my mini bag that hung loose from my shoulder. My phone was tucked away in my jacket pocket as I impatiently brushed past the never ending flow of people either returning from a long day at work or about to begin theirs.
I flagged down a tricycle after crossing to the adjacent lane of the roundabout. My phone vibrated in my pocket but I knew better than taking a call at this part of town so I ignored it, taking the front seat of the tricycle as it hurriedly swerved to avoid the “park boys” that were also hurrying towards him for their token.
The ride was short thankfully. I quickly pulled out my phone rest assured this was a safe zone, my stomach tingling with something close to butterflies . Chris had called me a couple times and left me a text that said he was leaving the office.
Chris.
My new found friend, awkward friendship I must admit. We had met for only the second time at a super market, I recognized him to be my friend’s boyfriend who had brought her a surprise on Val’s day. We exchanged pleasantries at the counter while I paid for my items pretending to not hear him offer to pay. Boss lady vibes!
We walked out together, my mind trying to come to a final decision if to stop by at Greg’s and maybe try to patch things up for the nth time. This was the 2nd time this month he was breaking up with me, maybe I really do need to work on my self!’
I remained transfixed at the entrance drowning in my thoughts. ‘What if he kicks me out like the last time and causes a scene again?’
‘But I can’t live without him…” I sighed, totally oblivious to the fact that Chris had still been standing in front of me.
“A penny for your thought.” He laughed.“Are you going back to school now?” I nodded absent minded.
“Well I’m headed to OTK too, Berger is faster right?” He asked again.
“Oh, yes it is.” I replied, accepting the unsaid invitation, a part of me grateful for the intervention.
We took the bus together and this time I allowed him pay the fare. My boss lady self had slightly over spent and was only thankful he came up with the offer.
For about ten minutes into the ride we were both silent, he kept scrolling through his phone while I quietly listened to music through my earphone, until the bus took a sudden sharp swerve in an attempt to avoid a pothole. Everyone in the bus either gasped or shrieked, each cursing and sending stern warnings to the driver.
I on the other hand burst into a bout of laughter, turning a few heads.
Why are you laughing? Chris asked, holding back laughter. “You’re weird, this girl”
And I laughed even harder. The sudden adrenaline and threats from the passengers was such a humor and even though he found it weird, he couldn’t help grinning at me.
We sparked up a conversation from there. He showed me older pictures of himself while I made silly remarks, we had a good laugh and I went on to play him my favorite song. He talked about music preferences, we went on and on, talking about our personal life and experiences until I eventually got to my junction and I had to say goodbye so we exchanged contacts.
A normal everyday encounter I never assumed would blossom into such an addictive friendship. That was a month ago now.
I smiled and began texting Chris, informing him I had arrived and was going to see my mom since he hadn’t arrived.
This would be my first time seeing him again after the bus encounter and somewhere deep down I knew there might be more to this but will it be worth the try after Greg? Or just the beginning of another ‘heart mare’? Or perhaps I still need some more time heal? Oh well, they say you never know until you give it a try!
