Ruckus

      Kafula. 

~Dare Ofegu~

"What does this even mean?"

I stared blankly at my phone on the office desk. A white cylindrical desk with a curvy bottom. Aside the book shelves, new things have been bought and brought to the office. It looked a little bit stuffy, but well arranged. As much as it felt like home, a comfortable place, the matters weighing on my heart couldn't spare me a sense of soothingness. 

I was caught between the claws of whether or not to call Ninny back. For all I could remember, since yesterday, I've made twenty calls, all which were ignored. At first she had switched off her phone, then switched on after two hours. 

"Could she had possibly mean that?"

That could be the 1000th time I'd asked myself that recurring question, which was about getting spilled again. 

"One more time."

I gave in and redialed her number. It skipped the air again. I let out a deep sigh. 

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