3 Illusionary Plans (2/2)

Without even getting to the second ring he hears their voice,

”Raam? Did you burn down the house already?” The voice was female and speaking with a hint of laughter.

”No, I was going to be going out for dinner with someone but they never got back to me. You want to join me instead?” Raam didn't hesitate to mention he was stood up.

”Uhh? Do you have a fever?”

”You coming or not?”

”Yes! Yes! This is-” He didn't want to hear her go on so he hangs up.

Stretching he walks out of the house still contemplating what to drive there. He was going to bring his '06 Mustang but with his current mood he preferred to bring his '17 Ninja H2 Carbon.

”How you doing baby? If the rings had fit you I would have gave them to you.” Not bothering to put on a helmet he quickly shifts from first to third before making his way onto the street. With the wind blowing by Raam was smiling ear to ear, one of his greatest joys was racing through streets be it his car or motorcycle.

Not worrying about anything he made his way Miciah's house. Normally it would take about 20 minutes to get there by at his speed it took half. Straightening his clothes out he makes his way inside.

”I'm here!” Not hearing a reply, he walks into the living room to himself a place to sit down. Not waiting long, he takes out his phone to find it blinking telling him he has a text.

'Busy tonight!' Was short and simple.

These short words brought him great annoyance causing him to almost breaks a second phone in less than a month.

”Raam, you here already?” Miciah questions,

”Yes, got in a little bit ago. We need to take your car I don't think taking a motorcycle is the best answer!” Raam explained not lifting his head from the text screen.

'You bitch!' Typing this out he almost sent it.

'Don't worry about it. Have a good time.' He instead sends with a regretful sigh. Standing up he makes his way into the kitchen to a find photo of a blond hair young lady with her arms around his shoulders. Her head on top of his and her long white legs around his waist. She was beaming with happiness while he was awkwardly smiling his eyes looking up at her and not the camera.

Taking the photo in hand he lightly laughs, ”She got it printed. If I wasn't the guy in the photo I would say the two are a couple.” Looking on the back it has written, ”Raam's trip to Rome. Become more like his father every day.”

”I never want to be my father. A man who puts his work before his own family isn't a man I want to be…He does try really hard to be a good man though.” Raam told himself.