The Mechanic

19

Sebina watched Bert as he emptied the last of the whiskey bottle into his glass. He was pacing up and down in their room, now dressed in only a pair of running shorts, sweating profusely.

When they came back, he had immediately changed and gone to the gym to vent out his anger before coming back to his whiskey.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she slowly asked.

He looked at her and shook his head, giving her a ghost of a smile. "I just want us to win that tender. That's my goal. Look, you don't have to come with me to the dinners with Cass anymore. I am going to get this on my own."

"But what about our deal?"

"I'll give you the 250 000 we originally agreed upon-"

Sebina got up from the bed as fast as lightning. "But that's not what we agreed upon-"

"Look, you're basically just here for a holiday now that I'm doing this on my own-"

"But we agreed on 300! Just because you decided to be a one man show doesn't mean I have to suffer for it! We made a deal and you can't back out of it! I don't care if I don't attend your stupid dinners but I want what's owed to me!!" Sebina was furious.

"Look, can we talk about this tomorrow-"

"No! No! We talk about this now! You promised me 300 and that is exactly what you will give me!!" Sebina angrily removed her wig and threw it on the bed.

Bert was not going to do this to her! If he even tried her, she was going to take Kalin's offer, no questions asked! She walked to the bathroom then shut and locked the door.

Bert knocked. "Sebina-"

"Leave me the fuck alone!" she yelled.

"Come out...let's talk about this-"

She opened the door. "Kalin was right about you. You are a selfish dick."

Bert's brow furrowed. "You talked to Kalin?!"

Sebina walked out of their hotel room to the balcony, dressed in her sleeping shirt only, leaving him shocked and alone.

.

As she sat alone on the balcony, she grabbed her phone and video called Faizal. He answered after a while, looking like he had just woken up.

"Hey baby," he said with a smile. Then his smile went off when he saw her puffy face that had been crying. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine," she said, unconvincingly.

"Sebina-"

She cried. "I'm sorry," she said. She felt guilty for lying to him. Now look how everything had backfired. "I have something I want to tell you."

He sat up, his shirtless body distracting her for a moment. "You're not about to marry some random guy from Cameroon, are you?" he joked.

Sebina wiped her tears. She was pretending to be engaged to one. And she was going to come clean. "No. I'm not marrying one but I am pret-"

"I miss you," Faizal whispered genuinely.

She slightly chuckled. "I've been gone for less than 4 days. And you call every day."

Faizal's green eyes regarded her for a moment and she felt the blush creeping from the bottom of her feet upwards. She knew how it felt to be loved just by the intense gaze Faizal was giving her. It was so pure and not filled with lust at all which Sebina found very weird coming from someone in their 20s, no matter how late. It made her feel good to know that she could make someone look at her like this.