Ahmed sat by the fireplace covered in the fuzzy warm blanket Mariam gave him. He was having mixed feelings about seeing Mariam.
Ahmed had been was hoping to find Mariam ill or something, so he could find an excuse for her not returning his calls. On one hand, he was glad that she’s good and fine, and on the other –
“So… Ahmed, to what do I owe this late-night-rainy-out-of-the-blue visit ?”, Mariam said, interrupting his thoughts.
Ahmed was part confused, part surprised. He could not believe what he had just heard. So he asked,
“I said, what brought you to my place in the rain at this time of the night”, she was trying not to sound rude.
His surprise slowly turned into anger. He couldn’t believe that his girlfriend, was trying to throw him out. She didn’t answer his calls, didn’t call him back, and now this? Maybe she was really cheating. The feeling of anger and betrayal was in his eyes,
“I called you several time, and when you didn’t call as you promised… I was just worried!”, it was hard trying to sound cool in a situation like that.
“What call?”, Mariam had no idea what Ahmed was talking about.
“You said you’ll call me, remember? And I called you three times after that, all went straight to voice mail”
“Really? I didn’t even know that you have my number”, she said.
Ahmed could not conceal his anger anymore. If Mariam was playing a game, he didn’t like it anymore.
“Of course I have your number. I’m your boyfriend, duh!”, he was angry. He knew it, and she knew it.
Mariam was confused more than ever. Thoughts started running through her mind. She started thinking of Aliyu, and all the problems she had with him, and her father. Oh, her father that she hasn’t spoken to in 3 months while living in the same house…
Maybe it was the anti-depressants recommended by her psychiatrist, or the occasional weed she puffs to keep with her very dysfunctional family. Yes, everyone in her family was either stupid, greedy, paranoid, crazy or a combination of any or all of those.
To find out what’s happening, she needed to know, and to know, she needed to ask. So she asked,
“You dumped me 3 years ago on my birthday Ahmed and never called me since, so what the hell are you talking about?”