Mom asked me if I know his parents or any of his relatives, and at that moment it dawned on us. We never knew much about this boy, not even his permanent address. He lives with Stanley but not regularly, for most times he moved hither and thither from Balltown and never do with any of his members.
Well, I’m not surprised about his secretive nature, that’s quite relatable.
I was yawning when the TV host would not permit me to do so satisfactorily by bringing on-screen Sergeant Oswald Colt, who was being interrogated.
“So what is the good news so far?” Asked the interrogator.
“The recalcitrant youngsters really proved an overt hostility and adamant doggedness but like the youngsters they were, their menace has been triumphantly contained.” The Sergeant in question gloats as he demonstrated, I retrospectively rewind to the incident he talks about with such simplicity and wonder: ‘is it necessary to sugarcoat a bitter pill when that doesn’t change what it is?’
I shook my head and smile inwardly.
“Good, but about the gang leader, he was said to have escaped again. How is that so?
Sergeant Oswald’s hands surged forward and swung back in no time to rip out the handkerchief from his pocket, wipe it across his face, and clears throat, “Yes, he did attempt it, and as we speak, he is a fugitive but all the patrol units are already distributed and we believe that he cannot get far before apprehension.
“Hmph” was all I grunted as my mind went back to the radiant private farmhouse I beheld from afar before the drastic events unfolded to make it a public scenery.
The camera swept around the area and I noticed the decline in the crowd I left there.
Mom was still concentrating on the news that I have its unadulterated full tape stored in mind, I stood up from the chair, stretched, and yawned satisfactorily this time as I head towards my room.
I opened the door to mine and Robert’s room and saw my brother still fixed on his desk, his was opposite mine as he was situated beside the pillow-side of the bed while my scanty desk sat by the foot of the bed beside the window.
His headphones, which he still had on, the bright gleam it emits pervaded the thin darkness.
An unusual day, I have never encountered.
It is a rare miracle I could walk home to my bed and choose to sleep myself not violently put to an infinite sleep. I should thank God at least.
I wobbled onto the bed and that was it for the day. An unusual day indeed!
*****
I opened my eyes to a bright sunny Friday morning, and lazily I struggled out of bed still squinting against the brightness I absolutely would adapt to, moments later
I grabbed my toothbrush and headed for the bathroom, immediately I was out of the room my instincts told me it was no more early, I did wake up late all thanks to the unusual yesterday.
I branched off my course to check the time, and surprisingly it was 11:09 am, hurried towards the bathroom, I stopped halfway noticing I wasn’t the only one at home, which was unusual too,
“Mom?” I said aloud as she answered pronto, “Yes Ryker..” Hastening to meet me in the parlor coming out of her room, she gave me a cheerful smile.
“I checked on you thrice this morning. But you were still asleep so I decided not to wake you. I’d rather not go to work today, I was even trying to get a message through to my place of work, I would be absent today before I heard you called me.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Kidding, right?
Why shouldn’t you go to work because I failed to wake up early?”
“Because we have much to discuss, son.” She replied with a smile and shook her head, then her phone rang from inside her room,
“Be right back” she said as she hurried inside. I shrugged and went ahead to brush my teeth, my very first step into the bathroom I noticed I still had my shoes on, I can’t remember lacing on any shoe this morning I had probably slept with it, the complete previous day’s dressings confirmed it.
I had my clothes off, I had brushed. Grabbed a towel to have my bath, the cold water did well to refresh not only my body but also reinstate my carefree sanity. I literally forgot my worries and was humming some lyrics from some Digga D’s bars, imagining my usual everyday routes on a normal day in the process, I was planning my movements for the day.
Immediately it struck my conscience, ‘am I really gonna sell myself to the vector’s now that the emperor’s current affairs will be, if not already lay bare to residents far and wide?’
Resuming the sponge movements, I said to myself ‘I actually am not yet ready for troubles, I’m going have to stay home for the day watch movies and… oh my–‘
I am damn hungry!
Hurriedly, the rest of the process was now in the past as I marched into my palm slippers and headed for the kitchen.
I sighted my Android this time, almost out of the room I slowed and a step back brought me to it, I picked it up, and it lit up on the screen- it’s 11:35 am.
I let it sink into my pocket, will see through notifications, but later.
I can only wrestle today but with foodstuffs.
I entered the kitchen to pack me both the meals I’ve missed yesterday and whatever I can eat for today, I’m pained that I stumbled upon raw foodstuffs at first instance. But I am born with determination, so I must live with it.
I grabbed a pot from the cupboard, rinsed it, blessed it with three cups of water, and then sent it to the mercy of the cooker.
Well, despite women arguing to possess the better arts of fabricating mouthwatering and delicious cuisines, I’m grateful God bless men with faster culinary skills.
Now I have a nice meal of spicy spaghetti with sardines and a bowl of microwaved goulash. I grabbed one of the energy drinks (perhaps unheard of, but I am allergic to alcohol. Soft drinks and juices ain’t bad, but most times I’m good with energy drinks and club sodas, most especially when in the casinos; the latter is most pleasant), held it against my body with my arm, and gave my food a long hold. I grabbed a fork and was already passing judgment on the food on my way to the dining, the rest of the cutlery should be waiting on the table.
The pasta-producing companies ought to have lectured their products- I don’t fear simmering cooked food.
I ground the hell out of the edible worms, from my molars to my canine contributed heavily to the quest.
Mom was coming out of her room though, she had had a change of clothes now, and looks like she will be going to work at last.
“What– where did you get that?” She asked, giving a confused look,
Within a mouthful of hot and peppering spaghetti, “suphag Mhom!” I mouthed, “I cooked it, as I cannot find any prepared meal” swallowing half the morsel, then I completed my intended reply.
She gave me a confused look and immediately glanced towards the dining, return her gaze and with a transient glare at me, she walked towards the dining table. But my eyes got there before her, I sighted two ceremonial dishes.
Understanding the episode, with a goofy grin I concluded hopefully- not only the cutlery waiting for me at the dining but…
A hungry smile spread across my face, I wish I was a diarist, this should be noted in rainbow-coloured ink, “one of the rarest happy moments of my life- gathering my wish within the next hour, so amazing!” Grins.