A Short Story
“What? Could you speak a little louder” she shouted conscious of the surrounding trying to keep a low voice
“Hello!” She looked at the phone. The network still showed as strong. Problem must be from his side. The call showed as still in progress. She looked around.
The mall was pretty big but many people were talking on the phone so the reception has to be good.
“Hello!” She shouted welcoming the gaze of onlooker. She could not hear his voice at all. She looked around. She could see an exit of the mall. Maybe outside the reception would be good. She started walking hurriedly toward the exit speaking continuously in the phone.
“Hello! Hello! For god’s sake hello” She was out on the road.
“Hello” His voice crackled before dying down again. She looked at the phone again. The voice was still in progress. Maybe if she disconnected, he would call again. Maybe he wouldn’t. She put her fingers on the “Disconnect” button but then tried to give a last try.
“Hello” She spoke again.
“Hello” there was a response. There was definitely a response.
“Hello” She shouted back. He called rarely and she was not going to miss that call.
“I…. there…. Pro..phone..network” His voice crackled again.
“What?” She shouted back.
She was getting frustrated. Why doesn’t he just call her back? He wouldn’t. She knew it. He would say there was network problem and then call her later, much later.
She looked around. Maybe she will find a cyber café and she can mail him to call later. He would be certainly using the office phone. She spotted one. She looked at the phone in her hand. The all was still in progress. She decided to press the “Disconnect” button. She walked to the café only to find it full. She looked at the people around. No one seems to be getting up and there were already a couple of youngsters waiting for their turn.
She looked at her phone again. It hadn’t rang again. It just meant that stupid was not going to call again. She felt her anger boiling inside her. He always did that. Why can’t he just call home? When she was at home. She looked at the café again. There was no change in the last two and a half minute that she stood there. Should she call him back? She thought for a moment and then dialed his number.
“Busy?” She looked helpless. “Couple of minutes after he calls me, he is on another phone” She was thinking “What if he is calling me?”
She ended the call in a hurry. She expected the phone to ring again, it didn’t. She needed to get home, maybe she could call from there, maybe send a mail from there, maybe she could get a call from him there actually anything, maybe she could even find him at home.
She hailed a cab. The ride would take another 15 minutes but she was growing impatient. He hadn’t called. It was his typical “HE”. He never calls back. She wished she would be home faster. What if he was calling home? She dialed his number again.
“Busy” She smacked her fist in anger “Who the hell was he talking to?”
She disconnected the call again expecting the phone to ring. Still no call. She should have learnt to set her phone to take two calls. She was nearing home. Just the next bend and she would be home.
The phone rang. She looked at the number. It was him. She hurriedly picked up the phone.
“Hello!” She said with anticipation. The other side went silent. The call was in progress but she couldn’t hear anything. Just silence.
He should definitely get a new phone. “Hello!” She shouted again.
Silence on the other side. She pushed the disconnect button again. She was tired. She was not going to take his calls again. She could not take it anymore. Paying the cab she walked toward her apartment. Why can’t he just call with a good phone? Why must she always wait for his call? Why? Why? Why?
She walked to her apartment to hear the phone in the house ringing.
“Shit!” She shouted as she ran toward her door. She opened her purse and searched for the keys. Where are the bloody keys when you need them? She finally found them and struggled with the lock. The phone ring inside was on its 15th ring. She did not count but it has been ringing for a long time now.
She managed to open the door and rush to the phone. She picked it up at probably the 19th ring. She did not count.
“Where have you been?” The voice on the end blurted out. “I have been calling you since the last 30 minutes. You Mobile is busy. You are not picking the house number. I cant get a decent network here and you have me all worried and….”
“Did you miss me?” She managed to cut him in middle of his loud chatter
“Huh?” He appeared surprised by the question. It was like a pre-emptive strike, never giving the other side to fight back.
“Did you miss me?” She asked again, this time more calmly
“Ye.. yes! I missed you!” He managed to say something.
“I missed you too” She smiled on the phone. He smiled at the other end. She could not see him smile but she knew he smiled. She could feel that he smiled.
“So how are you?” He asked her, his angry tone had disappeared.
“Fine” She smiled on the phone
What was there to get angry about? It was just a case of missed calls.