It was a little past five o’clock as he drove aimlessly on the Ring Road that evening. The countdown was beginning to wreck his nerves. He reflected on the stern and clear instruction he got earlier on in the day in that room of intimidation.
“We will get back to you. Do not call even if you don’t hear from us by the close of business today.” The ruthless secretary informed.
He had driven pass his exit countless times over, he couldn’t bring himself to make that turn leading to the stuffed one bed apartment he shares with his wife of two and a half years together with their 8 months old son. As he thought about how hard he had prepared for the interview, his cellphone began to ring. He took a quick glance at its screen, his heart skipped a beat. He let the classic ring tone fill the car one more time before pushing the makeshift bluetooth system he built and installed in the family banger the previous summer.
“Hello!!!” She blared.
Her voice echoing through the car like the threatening thunderstorm on the way.
“Hiya” he replied
He tried to sound calm and unruffled though his heart was in a muddle. Deep down inside his belly churned knowing what was likely to come.
“And where are you? It’s almost 6pm…you should have been back since four!” She yelled.
“I am on my way home darling.” He said with bated breath.
“From where?!!” She asked
“The job interview we spoke about this morning.” He answered through clenched teeth.
“Pschiew” (The sound of her kissing her teeth). “As usual, you didn’t get it otherwise you’d be home by now. You never get anything good. The only thing you are good at is fertilizing human eggs. Yes! There is another bun in the oven! She raved.
And with that said she hung up before he could process the news of another baby on the way. His heart filled with joy but quickly sank as his reality flooded his mind. His phone rang again as he was making the turn to his exit. Not bothering to find out who it was, he answered the call nonchalantly with a dejected voice.
“Hello” He said.
“Good afternoon Mr. Badmus!” said the shrilling familiar voice from earlier.
“Thank you for your time today. We’d like to invite you for an informal chat at our office tomorrow. Also, we are hoping you’d be available to start work next Monday” she continued.
“Oh yes. Tomorrow is fine” he replied with eyes bulging and a slight stutter.
“Perfect then. See you tomorrow!” She said as she ended the call just in time.
He pulled into an empty bay in the parking lot in front of his apartment block and hurriedly gathered his stuffs from the back seat. For the first time in a very long time he gleamed and smiled walking towards his apartment door as the skies teared away.
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