What About Us Last Request 17 When you unfold me

-...(Phone rings)

-Alright then. Good night Inspector.

-(Sighs)Yes hello? Dt Selina Johnson.

-...

-Hello? Who's this? Hello?

-(Beep)

I won't say that this was anything new, more like another bitter memory when people used to call in times like this to annoy me. They would say whatever they could, to achieve their hard earned satisfaction. Compared to those words, a silence felt actually new. What mostly made me uncomfortable was the place and my position. I don't use any of my old phone numbers and I am off duty. Probably a bad signal. I checked the number...

-Jerry! See this.

-...

-I got some call a minute ago from this number. The other side was silent totally.

-Hmm...I assume that this is your only number, yeah?

-Yes.

-I see; I can't say anything. I don't recognise this number, sorry.

-Right...okay. Sorry to bother you.

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10:25 Selina Johnson

-Hey Inspector! Get up! It's past ten now.

-Wha...why?

-I'm sure you are gonna tell me.

-(A big exhale) I gotta say this bed is way too comfy(yawns)...huh?! Why am I in my underwear? Wait, did we?

-...

-Why...why are you staring at me like this?

-Nothing. You know, you are quite a lady Ms. Inspector,- There was something gentle and subtle in his whole existence yet so bold that I almost felt embarrassed. It felt like my physical warmth and mental sensation were having a breakdown of their own by that look of him. What a way to start a day!

-...Thanks. I don't get to hear that a lot.

-I'm sure not many of those have seen you in lingerie for starters. Or your general company of people has issues.

-(Chuckles)So?

-Just, we need to be cautious of your alcohol resistance in front of others. You lost it real quick last night.

-I know. I guess I was too tired to think straight. Sorry if I put you through any hamper.

-Well you can make it up to me, if you want.

-How...by all means what do you want me to do?

-Hmm.

-Hmm?

-(Sighs)

-Yes?

-You can make it up to me by...

-Oh I love a little role play before getting into the fun stuff.

-giving some of your time to...

-Hmm.

-Jane.

-...

-That's the only thing I'm asking.

-...

-Just once a month is good enough. Look she's used to people leaving her, not accepting her. If you could just see her even for a short time, that would make her happy enough to smile.

-Why do you want me to do it? Ask Layla. She's better suited for Jane. I will only bring sadness in time.

-You think that. Give yourself a chance and let me see my daughter smile again. I am begging you as a father.

-...where are they?

-Outside. Layla wanted to get her breakfast at this nearby bakery.

-...I think you are wrong.

-What??

-You weren't fleeing from your history. You can't run away from your past. You're only trying to find the right place for your family's future.

-...I would like to think so too.

-I promise I will see her almost every weekend. But it's my decision. You can hold your bargaining chip on me.

-Thanks..

-Selina Johnson. My name.

-Well thanks Selina Johnson.

-You're welcome.

-Here. It's my wife's gown. Layla uses these too. So I keep things clean.

-Layla, that brat stays here too!! How many women have you?!

-No. It's nothing like that! She stays with Jane on her bed when it gets late. Two kids together, no?

Chapter end