“Attention Please! Flight KL0566 to Amsterdam Schiphol now boarding at Gate 10”
Such a lovely voice, I think to myself, as I scan for a seat in the restaurant next to International departures. The joint is buzzing with activity of laughter, chit chat, glasses clinging, waiters serving, patrons getting up and some soft jazz playing in the background. I am drawn to the energy. At least, it will cheer me up. My sister is relocating.
“Ma’am, welcome to Java”, a young waiter approaches me. He called me ma’am!! Read mature. Sigh. I can’t help but notice how his milky white level teeth contrast against his smooth dark chocolate skin. Forgiven.
“Thank you. A table for two please”‘ I respond with an equally large smile. I am a smiler.
We both look around. This joint is full to capacity.
“Ma’am , do you mind sharing?” he asks apologetically.
“No”, I respond. I think to myself , No. I dont mind sharing so long as they are not drunk or eating eggs.
He politely approaches a couple who are lost in deep conversation. The middle aged man looks up, nods, takes a sip of his beer with relish as he gives me a quick glance and resumes his animated conversation with the young lady seated next to him.
The waiter pulls out the chair for me. Hands me a menu and goes off to serve another client.
I smile at the couple and tell them thank you. The man nods politely and stares into the eyes of the young lady, who looks not a day over 19. She giggles in a playful manner . The man blushes. Oh to be in love. I think to myself as I look through the menu.
“Babes, I am goonna miss you. What do I get you upon my return? ” The man ask the lady . He has a heavy European accent and is quite taken by her.
She giggles again. ” Oh bae, I will miss you more”, flicks her expensive looking weave back from her face. ” I don’t know what you can bring me.”
“Maybe a laptop”, he suggests gently, ” you can use in school”
She giggles again.
“Buy me a phone”, she says as she giggles ” so I can chat with my friends and take nice selfies”.
At that moment, I literally drop the menu down in disbelief. A phone!! A phone !! The man cannot hide his disappointment either. He looks abit flushed. He gives me a quick glance. I almost tell him I know right, a phone over a laptop, ordinary today vs great tomorrow..
“Bae, I’ll be late to take a bus home. Let me leave you now” she giggles again, touching his forearm ever so playfully.
“I will give you money for a cab. Please order something to eat . I have one more hour before boarding my flight”, he says patiently.
I slip my menu to her. I can’t wait to hear her order. The man gives me a perplexed look. I pretend to look for something in my handbag.
“Bae, I don’t know what to eat. Maybe a burger with fries or cake. Yeah let me get some cake. But now I can’t chose between the carrot cake and velvet cake” she looks gleefully at the menu.
“Have the burger and fries.” He suggests.
The waiter returns.
” Nitakula velvet cake na vanilla milkshake” ( I will have a slice of velvet cake and a vanilla milkshake) she says to the waiter, with a giggle and her finger twirling her locks.
I smile. She doesn’t disappoint.
The man shrugs take a long sip of his beer. He looks at it emotionally and states ” I am going to miss my Tusker beer”. She giggles.
The giggling is now annoying me. Chic get sophisticated like yesterday!! I hear myself scream in my head. Then I remember how young she is.
My phone rings. It’s my sister. She got her seat. She is off now. She sounds so excited about the future. I am happy for her. I will miss her.
I decide to linger on for the order to come.
The waiter appears bearing the cake and milkshake. She claps her hands and giggles.
She eagerly slices a piece of the cake with her fork and turns to feed it to the man. I am literally sitting on the edge of my chair because any moment now, the piece of cake will fall of the fork before it gets to the man’s mouth.
The man tries to move closer but it’s too late. The piece of cake slides of the fork and onto his thigh.
“Bae, I soooo sorry”, she giggles nervously. He is quiet and turning red at a pretty fast rate. She grabs a servitte to wipe away the mess. He grabs it from her, ” I’ve got this! How will you take care of our baby, if you can’t even feed me?!”
She looks down. Straightens her dress nervously and takes a sip of her milkshake.
I am seething mad. Really dude! Like really! It’s an accident! The intentions were in love!!
I stand up.
She giggles and touches his cheek. He calms down. Smiles. She tries to feed him again.
I turn and leave.
I marvel at human relations.
Each to his own.
A roaring lion kills no game – Ugandan proverb
Where there is love , there is no darkness – Burudian proverb
Photography :- “Love begets Love” by Atmospherepix.