Yeboseyo?

I know I shouldn't have. But I rolled and mulled around in bed, telling myself I didn't hear my message tone all throughout the night. How could I know if I'd been sleeping? Yeah I know, but I just don't remember hearing it.

So I got out of bed, went to my landline, and called her mobile. Within a couple of rings, I heard her familiar voice.

Yeboseyo? Yeboseyo? Yeboseyo? Yeboseyo? Yeboseyo?

I didn't say anything. At that time, it was clear to me she had gotten my message.

But as I showered, I still told myself of other possibilities - maybe she didn't get it? Maybe she doesn't have credit? I doubt girls like her would be on a contract.

Part of me has said "fuck it, don't see her on Saturday and save some money", but I think I'll still go. Maybe I'll raise it, or maybe I'll see if she raises it. Maybe there's a good explanation.

But this should serve as a stern reminder: money is your only friend.