"Mum, Dad, how about you go on the date first then you can tell me later how it went?" I asked my mother who from the look of things she didn't plan on stopping to tell me about their love life and how they thought the date was a good thing.
"Okay, sweety." My parents signed at me and at the same time. My mother looked at my father and began leaning to him for a kiss.
"Mum, keep it PG15, please." I saw and my mother only gives my father a peck on the cheek, they look at me as if they were in a class and they were waiting to be dismissed.
"What?" I asked them with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, right. Bye!" My father said and ended the call.
I picked my bag from the ground and removed my purse from inside it and remove some cash and placed it on the table. Whoever came to change the sheets can as well enjoy themselves, the hotel wasn't that bad.
I left the hotel and locked it behind me, I walk to the lift and waited for it to come. I count it as it came down and after it opened, I enter inside, and I can see everyone was quiet. We are in a hotel and I can't help but wonder if the people behind me are cheating on their partners.
Anyways, it's none of my business.
I walk out of the lift and walk to the receptionist and gave her the key. I look at my watch and I find if I don't hurry, I will be late for a meeting I have at the middle building in town.
I walk out of the building forgetting about taking my breakfast, I didn't want to be late for the meeting that I was representing my company. It won't be good and if it happens and my dad knows about it, I won't hear the end of it.
I call for a cab and wait for it to come and get in. In the back, I found a paper written, "Hi, I am Deaf you want to talk to me kindly write on that paper." And next to the words was a smiley emoji.
I took the paper and write; I am Deaf too and handed it to the driver. The driver smiled at me through the mirror and he drove in the direction I input to the GPS.
We arrive at where the meeting was and I signed at him, "thanks for the drive, you are a good and careful driver."
"Thank you." The driver said to me and after I pay him, he droves away.
I look at my phone to read the building's name for the second time and entered it when I realized it was correct. I wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place, and I had to reschedule my meeting with the employees.
My father had registered me to attend the meeting without telling me, it was like he was still the C.E.O of the company. The day I had arrived home from work, I had received a text from my assistant asking me if it was okay for her to confirm the meeting.
"What meeting," I had inquired.
She had explained to me what the meeting was and I had said told her it was okay if she confirmed my attendance. I even had to cancel the meeting with my employees, I figured there would be no harm in seeing my sister.
After booking the flight and telling my dad, he had been worried about why I took the airplane because it would have been easy for me to use one of his friends' airplanes. But I had my reasons, so after three to four persuasions, he had agreed.
Since Tesla worked at the commercial airplanes, it gave me a higher chance of seeing her.
Walking inside the building the meeting was to happen, I find myself smiling and uttering the name, "Tesla."
As I remember her name, her boyfriend comes into my mind, I remove my phone and check on social media, nowadays everything is there and if he was someone who hates social media like me, I will dig from somewhere else, I won't give up until I find something.
And trust me when I put my focus onto something I make it happen, I just if it was something 'legal' I could just call my family investigator and ask him to look up.
I shook my head and type the name on a fake Facebook profile I had created. When I said I hate social media, it doesn't mean I don't have an account, I have but they have fake information. I had to create one and it became important I have been learning a lot about my sisters from their profiles.
They love to post on one of their main accounts which I guess they have been using since they were young.
"Hi," someone greeted me and I apologized to her thinking maybe I was blocking her way.
"I need your help, where can I get room 302?" She asks me and I look at her wondering if I look like someone who knew where that was and seriously there is a receptionist who she can ask, I want to tell her that but instead, I tell her, "Oh, sorry I don't know. Kindly ask the receptionist."
She looks in a different direction, and I can't point in the direction where the reception is, it will be very disrespectful. I ask her to follow me and we all go to where the receptionist is.
"Hi." I greet the receptionist.
"Hi, how may I help you today?" the receptionist asks.
The lady asks for the room number and other inquiries, and while the receptionist answers her, I find myself tapping on the floor lightly, I also wanted to ask where my meeting was so I can be given the direction.
And after I get there, I would finish my search on Tesla's boyfriend.
My parents had tried talking to me about my impatience but they hadn't succeeded, I was still impatient.
But something had surprised me when I was 'watching over' my sisters last year and the year before, I had stopped being impatient and my parents had applauded me on that. I wish I would have told them they shouldn't be happy.
I had switched from an impatient person to an obsessive lady and man when I obsess over something, it's bad.
If my parents knew that I stopped being impatient because I was obsessive over my sisters, they would have asked me to switch back to being impatient.
Obsessive is way worse than impatience.
But hey, I love it.
"Hi, how can I help you?" The receptionist asked me and after I told her, she gave me the direction of where the meeting was going to take place. I walk away from her, wishing I can ask her this question without being creepy, "what is better between being obsessive and being impatient?"
I can't though, she will think I am crazy.