Dear Fiary Diary

Day 8

Now I was giggly, but not all giggly, it was a bittersweet interchanging situation. Of course 'my path to greatness' looked to be getting on course, but now, I had joined the choir?

I really did not see it coming in anyway at all, and as I walked back home, it kept me busy.

Well, let's see how it goes might not be bad, I thought, but I wonder if that was the only thoughts that occupied my mind that evening...hehe besides, I needed the next day coming along cause I had to tell this to someone, I guess.

I wish this story had something like;

"As I walked back home that night having the cool breeze wash off my face, my mind drifted forth and back trying to process the full details of what had just transpired.

Was this a planned scheme, an on the spot scheme, a scheme at all, or a momentary revelation? I wondered.

"But even as these thoughts and pondering rained on my mind, my mind still found its way to drift off a little, and with it, a warm smile greeted my lips causing my barely light skinned cheeks to almost glow. The thought of her pure smile gracing her dazzling lips, her laughs that caused the air to pause as they dangled, and her eyes that sparkled like caught stars in a pearl, graced my mind and with it, my mind gladly kept adrift. What was there not to admire, if the breeze caused this, then may they never seize from the face of the earth. And with this, a hunger from deep within stabbed my heart, and a longing like a puffed smoked arosed. ' I had to see her again' "

But of course back to reality, let's be civil, couldn't have been all that poetic besides I barely can remember.

This is what I remember though.

Way before that night.

Coming out the house gate, I had on me my ATM card, a plan in mind, and a little list of what to buy, and with that, a hopeful prayer with an almost dried account balance — and yes, prayer for my account.

I had to buy a little something I needed, I had no cash anywhere, only had the little I had in that account and needed it out.

Now being fully aware of my own situation, I didn't need it to be rubed on my face or worse, denied and rubed on my face. The amount I needed to withdraw, I had never withdraw that sort of minimum amount before, but I barely had a choice, it was either, find a way to get the money out, or remain stranded. Getting to the place I had withdrawn a sensible amount before, I gave my card and asked that a withdrawal be made for me. Of course the normal question was thrown at me

"How much?"

Trying to keep a straight face — and I'm sure I did— I said the gruesome amount out

"400" Now you have to understand, the least withdrawable this period of time was at least a thousand, with a hundred as charge for the transaction, but here I was, asking for an amount not even up to half.

And of course as you'd expect, this person's face had contorted into a spite, and with it came the next statement.

"We don't withdraw that kind of amount, but I'll be charging 100 for it, if I'm to."

Now of course, considering how I was barely holding up, I'd literally do anything to save face, despite what she said being outrageous, but my account didn't have my best interest at heart, cause the only thing in it was '450', where was I going to get the other 50.

So I just politely responded "Don't worry" and with it, I asked for my card back, which she gladly gave back. If not that maybe she had some restrains, she probably would have added, "You don't have work oh, and as you don't have work, it's to come and disturb me you could do right?"

Gladly that didn't happen, though her face tore my skin to pieces.

Maintaining my straight face, I left that shop, and now, I was left with early life crises— too early. Now where else was this my withdrawal going to be possible, I couldn't even ponder whether to go further ahead from that shop or go the opposite direction back, cause after taking my card I didn't even wait a second before disappearing, thus I hadn't given it any thought, only retreating as best I could whilst vowing to never set foot there again.

Since I had already retreated, only ahead seemed possible, besides I hadn't plied that road before, at least not in search for anything in particular, but since it was an unexplored road, I figured maybe I could see what I was looking for, and thus, one foot in front of the other, I moved.

About 50 to 70 meters just ahead, a green sign caught my eyes with the words 'POS' written boldly on it. It wasn't hung, just a banner nailed to a wooden frame stand. So I made my way to it.

Getting to the shop, as if maybe the day was trying to show me it could be naughty or something, the place was crowded, not overly crowded, but crowded enough to be called crowded given my situation. At least at the last shop, it was just me and the lady, so any thing that happened there was just between two unmatched adults. But here, what do we call this, a test of faith? Who said I needed that at that moment. Looking ahead there were no other shops and even if there were I had already gotten here — though given the circumstance I might have fled off still.

Standing there almost looking lost, someone was like "Yeah...?" And I was like "POS"

So they turned back and called for someone "It's POS" they said.

Well seeing as they had to call, it meant the rest of the crowd, at least were not there for the same business as I was, well, good for me.

Without delay someone started coming out from the inside to meet this 'POS customer' who was standing at the shop entrance in front of the show glass.

Whatever fears or worry my mind had flew out whatever window they found, and were replaced with one word as this person started making it into my eyes view "Wow!"

Love at first sight and or attraction at first sight was a legend, one that I never had the reason to concern myself with, cause as much as I was concerned, it had never been my experience, and I had quite the 'crush' record, a 'crush' record trailing from way back grade 3, and yet, this had never happened before.

She looked like a fairy, her skin light, her face specially crafted by divine hands, like something from a painting, a painting that couldn't be auctioned no matter the demand.

"How much do you want to withdraw?"

This question definitely had to put me back on poker mode, but honestly it was fuzzy. My mouth moved on their own, I'm not sure I had any control over it at the moment, cause her voice could be felt, and like sweet dreams they flowed into my ears, bringing out from my mouth whatever her words demanded.

"You withdraw 400?" Luckily it came out as a question, it's a shocker those words could form into a question without any slight hiccup

"Yes"

"How much charge?"

"50"

The beauty added to this moment was that, not only could I not note any spite of any sort on her face, she was talking with a smile, one that felt like an ocean breeze — though I have no idea what that's like, never been to an ocean.

My hands gave her my card

"Should I add the charge?" She asked

"Yes" and then I was given the device to input my pin

"****" And my card was given back to me, but no cash.

"I don't have change, let me go and look for"

My world, now I could really take my time to soak all that was happening in. Standing there, I watched her leave the shop in search for change, for 400.

Not getting the stick was already enough for me, but she still went the extra mile, looking for change of that amount.

And yeah I watched her as she kept asking her neighbors, but she couldn't find, so she went further ahead still, but still couldn't. So she came back to me

"I couldn't get change, do you want to buy anything?"

"Yes, give me I'll get you change" Ahah, oh really, so I didn't think of that since, I wonder why?

"Here" she handed me 500, confidently. Taking it with a nod, I went just further ahead and got what brought me out, and with me was her 100 change.

"Thank you" I said, as I handed it over. Her smile never once faded even as she took it.

Turning to take my leave, I knew one thing. I DEFINITELY WAS COMING BACK.