Must Read: A man

7 years ago

Must Read: A man

“Will you please leave me alone?” Richard
said.

“Alright, it seems you look unhappy. God will
make you happy.” She took some steps,
walking away.

“God.. hmmn..” He chuckled and poured some wine into the cup.

Pemisire halted and turned around. “What is it
about God? You don’t look like a Muslim, are
you one? Even Muslims believe in God’s
existence.” She walked back to him.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?”
Richard wiped his tears as he spoke. He was
down already, crying as usual. He found it
difficult to stop thinking about Christie, what
would become of her? Where would he get a
donor as soon as possible?
“You’re crying, what’s wrong?” Pemisire was concerned, she frowned her face instantly as she approached him. She hoped she hadn’t
started being too familiar with a stranger, all
she was after was to make him attracted to
the bar so as to patronize regularly.

“Please.. just leave me.” Richard said quietly
dismissing her with the wave of his hand.

“You can’t tell if I can solve your problem,
there’s no man without his or her own
problem.” Pemisire spoke softly.

“I’m… sorry, you can’t be of help and besides I don’t share my personal details with
strangers.” He said.

“Alright, I pray God will make you happy then.”

She smiled and walked back to her post.

Richard watched her as she walked back to
her post, wondering how friendly she was.

Despite she didn’t know him, she was friendly.

Wait, I can’t tell, she might be of help! Can’t
she donate the kidney? Who knows when a
donor would be gotten? I can just pay her off
and besides she can use the money to start
something meaningful other than being a
bartender.

“Hey.” He waved at her.

Pemisire smiled and waved back. “What else
should I bring?” She asked.

“Bring yourself here.” He said as he dropped
the cup of wine.

Pemisire looked around. The other bartender
that had been putting her through the work
had left, there were also few people in the bar,
drinking. She pressed her lips together for a
while before she walked up to him. “Anything
the matter?” She asked.

“Why do you wish to be my friend?” He asked
her.

Pemisire laughed. “Your friend? I never said
such, did I? I was concerned about you and
God.”

“That man and I? So, what about me? Why
are you concerned about me?”
Pemisire tilted her head for a while. “Why did
you term God as ‘that man’?” She asked him.

“You’ve not answered my question.”

Richard said.

“Neither have you answered mine.” She
replied, squinting her face.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

Pemisire grinned. “Call me… the unknown.”

“You are weird!” Richard smiled.

Pemsire laughed again. “Honestly, you’re
weirder.”

“Why do you now work here?” Richard asked.

Pemisire exhaled deeply. “Why do you come
here to drink too?”

“Why are you difficult!”

“You’re more difficult!”

Richard smiled again. “You haven’t answered any of my questions.”

“You haven’t answered any of mine either.”

Pemisire replied him.

“You’ve made me smile, even in my
predicaments. I don’t know the kind of person
you are. Alright, which of the questions do you
want me to answer?” He asked her.

“Just be patient, I’m on duty right now. I have to leave.” Pemsire left him on seat, smiling.

She relates well, she’s full of life! This kind of
person will make Christiana happy, wait… she
hasn’t told me her name!