Everywhere is silent. That kind of silence that makes you uncomfortable. You wish for noise; noise from a whirring fan, noise from jingles emitting from a radio, noise from a crying child. Any noise at all will do. But you get none. Instead, silence.
You hear water rush from the inner room. A door opens and a hiss follows.
“Why NEPA no wan give us light?” Mama says. “What wrong have we done?” You hear her drag a stool towards you.
She continues to gush over having to trek seven streets away in search of water and the mild irritation she feels whenever she applies balm on her legs. She stops talking when she notices you shifting restlessly in the chair.
“What is it?” she asks.
You feel her weight next to you, her arm wraps around your back. “Tell me, is it about Isaac?”
You start to sob. “Yes. W-what will his parents think of me?”
Mama sighs. “Isaac loves you, doesn’t he?”
“Then leave it to God. You hear?”
“Yes, mama.” A car horn honks outside.
“That should be Isaac. Now wipe your tears,” Mama says.
You wipe your face as Mama gets up to open the door. “Ah, welcome, my son!”
“Good day, ma,” Isaac says.
A whiff of cologne sails into your nostrils as he lays his hands on your lap.
“Hi,” you say.
“Hello, dear. You ready?”
“Let’s go, then.” Issac holds your hand and, saying goodbye to Mama, leads you to his car.
“Let’s go and have fun,” he says.
“Aren’t we going to see your parents?”
“April Fool! We’re going on a date, dear.” You feel calm return as Issac puts on the radio. You would meet his parents later. For now, you are beside yourself with laughter.