3. Pretty woman

"So why have you not been answering my call? Give me one good reason before I beat you up right here", my best friend playfully inquired.

"I haven't seen any of your calls, so stop with the lies and I have busy lately", I say, trying the hardest to keep up with her good humor; failing miserably.

"Busy with what exactly?" Frida wonders, glancing up at me before picking up her ice cold green tea and taking a huge gulp.

She drinks this stuff: green tea, ever since I got to know her and that has been many years ago. It helps in reducing weight, she claims but then she goes the rest of the day eating like a starved pig. I tried several times to tell her that's not how it works but one can't just reverse the eating habit another was brought up with, so I say my part enough to not have a headache and watch her. Well, you won't call her fat, she is more like plump, so that's saying a lot about her good metabolism.

"You know my job, which I have. My family is in debt and it's up to me to fix it", I remind her on a subject she is very well aware of.

"That's has always been your trump card. Any invasive question you flash out that card like if we haven't heard it a million times. We support you so stop always acting like you are carrying the whole world on your shoulders, before you break".

"Maybe I am already breaking", I mumbled as she finished her epilogue.

"What?" She says, slurping her drink noisily, while making heavy eye contact.(I hate it when she does that).

"When is Ada going to be here?" I asks instead, changing the topic. Resting my tired slim hands heavily on the rectangular table, I look around the small shop to see if I can catch her warm presence. No such luck yet.

We were currently in a cafe waiting for Ada. She asked for us to meetup at this particular cafe as she very, very, recently just got married and we sadly couldn't make it to the wedding as it was in South-Africa. My reasons were as clear as water as my obvious lack of funds and my demanding job, Frida's reasons were ridiculous and stupid.

“She will be here",Frida assures me. "I can't really believe Ada has gotten married, she never seems serious with anything especially her relationships".

I nod my head in agreement because it was the truth. Ada had never seem like the one who dreams of settling down.Not that she dates many men or something like that, she is just a free spirit. Someone who didn't want to be caged down by something as outdated as marriage or by rules; I know this because she is pretty vocal about this kind of stuff. But, she went and did it. I don't want to say this but, she is a big hypocrite. After all the bad blood between her and marriage because of what she witnessed with her parents and all that, she went and got married. And, she wasn't even in her late 20's. I guess her beliefs were not that strong.

Luckily, we didn't have to wait for that long as the bell chimes and in walks Ada. She walks up to us with a wide grin on her pretty face, showcasing rows of perfectly straight teeth.

I grin back and wave a little because her pretty smile is so infectious.

She is gorgeous. Wearing a short strapless light green dress that looks so good on her with suede boots and lots of jewelries. She was practically glowing. Her wavy brown hair bounce with every step she takes and I feel so happy to see her. It has been like two weeks since she went to South-Africa for her wedding preparation and I have missed her a lot. Her smile is practically the highlight of my day(did I just say that?)

She takes a chair besides us and giggles loudly. Frida having no patience, launching into a series of over-hyper questions, "How did it go? Is he with you? What happened on your day? Are you happy with that man?

I don't ask. I calm myself down, because if I don't, I will lunged her right now and probably kiss her; that's how much I've missed her. But because I've calmed down to think probably, I don't do that but I know my eyes portray my intents. I missed my chance.

"Guys can you believe it?" Ada shrills happily. "Because I can't", she continues, her eyes moon shaped, placing her hand which houses a small shinning rock on her chest.

"We also can'ttt", Frida tells her plaintively. "And I mean with him of all people".

"What about him?" Ada asks with impatience, the question clearly agitating her.

"Nothing is wrong with him", I assure her, placing my hands on top hers while I give Frida my best glare.

Franklin. That's the name of Ada's husband and my friend here, Frida, doesn't have the best of relationship with him.

Since Ada started dating the man and introduced him to us, Frida had declared she hated everything about him. And for no obvious reason. She didn't hide her dislike and the man and her have been like cat and dogs since then.

As for me, I don't have anything against Franklin other than how insanely good looking he is. Bronzed skin, muscular,an average build and height and a good sense of humor. I don't know, but anyone who can make me laugh my way out of this depression, I be sure to marry the person.

"Anyway, people,It was amazing", Ada squeals some more. “Everything was prefect. And you know his family is rich, so duh, it was extravagant. You guys should have been there",she gushes. "From the rush to the wedding day and the wedding night!"

“You sound pretty materialistic. Like you married him because his family is rich", Frida accuses.

“No I didn't", Ada defends. Smiling she says, “maybe I did".

"All your protest against marriage and how it's a form of oppression towards women, what about it?" I ask her with a small giggle playing on my mouth.

"Who said such?" Ada smiles, unashamedly denying it.

"You did!",Frida and I exclaims, laughing.

"Well, when you find the right person that steals your heart, you are not oppressed. You are free", she wisely explained.

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