After a call to Sheila, Mike was left in deep thought. He could not imagine that Sheila could move on that fast. Sheila had been one of his favorite girlfriends, and losing her would leave a scar that would take time to heal. He thought the main cause of their ruined relationship was. Mike was the cause, cheating her with another girl. Not just cheating, but with Sheila's best friend.
Mike had some pending tasks in the house. He had started mopping the house clean but had to stop after stepping on a slippery floor and falling down. It would be obvious that if Sheila had accepted to come, then she would have done all the pending house chores. In fact, the house chores were the main reason why he called her.
Before Mike could resume the house chores, he decided to call Sasha. Sasha was the lady he met with on the busy streets of N city. The first call was unreachable. He persisted, determined to talk to her.
"Hello, how are you, Sasha?" Mike spoke when the call was eventually made. "I am Mike, the man you met on the street of the city. Do you remember me?" Mike added. A soft, entertaining voice responded, "Do I even know you? How can I assist you then?" Mike kept quiet for some time, trying to figure out the best response to give.
"Please, I need you to visit me at my place, where I am currently residing. I will direct you if you don't mind," Mike said to the lady. The lady, getting surprised, said in an angry voice," How can I come to visit a stranger? A person we just met on the street, I don't know whether you are a man with good intentions or not. Please keep away from my way.y"
It was now becoming too hot for Mike, the lady was breathing fire. "What do you want me to come and do? At your place, you idiot, a lazy boy who is as poor as a church mouse? Your fellow men are working hard while you are here chasing ladies." Sasha vomited words mercilessly.
Mike felt offended. He expected little from her. A man being abused in such a manner by a lady is very embarrassing. Despite all the abuse, Mike and I were determined to convince her. He kept talking nicely to her, making a calculated move to win her.
After an hour of serious word confrontation, a sign of agreement started to be seen. Sasha started to soften her speech. They came to an agreement, and Mike was to facilitate her fare to that place. Mike had suggested ordering a motorcycle to go and pick her up, but she rejected. She wanted a taxi, so Mike ordered them to pick her up and take her to the place where he stayed.
It was almost noon. Immediately, Mike ordered the tax, and he became very anxious, calling her on the phone every two minutes. He had earlier been disappointed in such deals and was very worried.
The tax driver ferried her to his place. Mike saw a white taxi arriving at her rented apartment. He sighed in relief. Finally, she had arrived. He quickly made his way to go and meet her.
Peeping through the windscreen, Mike saw a slim lady, although he could not identify her fully at that moment. On stepping out, a beautiful lady appeared. She was wearing a short dress and high-heeled shoes. Her hair was nicely plaited, and her face was applied with makeup.
Mike jovially hugged her warmly in the presence of the taxi driver, a hug that lasted more than expected. The two had re-united, intending to discuss more about their next step in life.
Mike had to clear the tax bill. "How much do you need from me?" Mike boastfully asked the taxi driver. "Three thousand shillings only," the tax driver answered. What! A triple of the usual amount. Mike could not believe it, an overcharge. "Is that amount beyond your affordability?" Sasha gradually joined the conversation. To avoid much embarrassment, Mike took out his wallet and fished out the amount before handing it over to the taxi driver. "Hope you are now satisfied", Mike asked the taxi driver, who was now smiling on his way to the car.
Before the tax driver could kick off the engine, Sasha ran after him, as if she had forgotten something in the car. Mike watched keenly, shocked at what he was seeing. The tax driver secretly handed over something to her, which Mike suspected to be money. Maybe Sasha had collided with the driver to overcharge him to share the extra cash. Mike saw something, a red flag, concluding that she must be very materialistic.
They eventually walked to the house. But Mike realized that the house was in a disordered state. The coach and the bedding were aired out to dry. He welcomed her into the house and quickly rushed out to take the coach. Sasha was asked to have a seat. As she sat down, her eyes were very active, staring at every corner of the house in awe. What a disorderly man! Clothes scattered everywhere? Utensils were also everywhere, and a dirty floor and a stinging smell filled the room. He must be a lazy man, Sasha thought.
"Feel at home," Mike finally echoed. "Sasha smiled and responded, "Thank you, sir." What has she just referred me to, sir? No, she is now exaggerating. After a short silence, Sasha asked, "Why have you decided to live like animals in the Savanna? Are you really a normal human being?" Sasha spoke as if she had chosen violence over peace. Mike at first avoided the conversation like the plague, as it was so irritating. Why does she have to comment that negatively? Where does she find all that courage from? Mike kept wondering.
Mike felt embarrassed. He had invited the lady over, thinking that she might assist him with the house chores. But what was happening was totally beyond his expectations. In his mind, he thought about how best he could request the lady to have the house chores attended to now that she was strongly criticizing him.