Chapter 11: Last Goodbyes
After prep, homeroom teacher call me office. Shirt rumple, desk high with paper.
"Your transfer don settle." Smile, tone gentle.
"Your flight na tomorrow, abi? Day after tomorrow na Sunday, so you go rest, then next day enter class straight. You no go miss anything." He pat my shoulder, rare affection.
I nod, say goodbye last time to teacher wey sometimes show small kindness. He slip extra biro into my hand, wink.
On way home, I look window, scenery dey pass. Familiar street blur, for first time, regret sting me. Maybe I go miss here.
After many days of calm, sadness finally enter. Heart ache for old days, for friends I go leave.
Home reach, Pei Yan no talk like before. He sit for table, phone for hand, lost.
He too dey distracted. Food no touch, dey stare air.
For dinner, deskmate send me screenshot.
Na Lin Xi latest WhatsApp status.
[If I have to spend my birthday alone again this year, I won't celebrate next year.]
Photo show her for bridge, leg dangle for river. Dark photo, heart stop small.
Deskmate: [Wetyn she mean?]
[She wan do something crazy?] Message dey fear.
Same time, Pei Yan spoon fall. Clatter loud, everybody look.
Hand hold phone tight, vein show. Jaw tight as he read.
Voice rough, as if e dey hold emotion. "I get something to do. I dey go out first."
"You chop." No wait for reply, already near door.
I nod, pick one pea, force chew. Appetite vanish, but I chew.
"Okay." Voice steady, but inside, heart dey beat for Lin Xi, Pei Yan, and maybe myself.
Pei Yan quickly stand, wear coat. Jam feet into shoe, rush.
But he stop for door. Hand grip knob, knuckle white.
"Tao Mian." The way e call my name make me stop.
I turn, confuse. Silence thick.
Light shine, Pei Yan eye deep, pleading.
"I don think am well." He swallow, words hard.
He look me.
"Getting engaged after graduation no be bad idea." Voice soft, unsure.
"When I come back, make our parents settle am, abeg?" First time he sound unsure.
Lin Xi house dey outskirts, over hundred kilometer. Road long, rain spoil everywhere.
Before I leave, he no go come back in time. I realise this fit be our last real talk.
I blink, talk soft, "Okay." Voice shake, but I mean am.
Pei Yan seem relief, close door, waka go. Door echo stay long after am.
I quietly finish food, go room, start to pack. Hand dey shake, but I pack slow, fold every memory.
At 10:50 p.m., I set alarm for 5 a.m., off light, go sleep. Night quiet, but dream full of voice, rain, and hope for new beginning.
I never know if this goodbye na for now or forever—but my heart dey beat like drum wey no wan stop.