Monday 9 April 2018

Pause and Resume - Part 6


He was absorbed in his thoughts. He missed her. He fought urges to call her and finally when he had almost dialed her number on his phone, the bell ranged. He rushed thinking it was her. He forgot to disconnect the call. Dina took call instantly. She was waiting for his call for long time. When he called, she was ecstatic. She waited for him to say something. He didn't speak. She assumed that he was recollecting what he would say.

When he opened the door, Nitin's presence reminded him that he was having company.  As Nitin entered his house, he yelled with joy, "Freedom! You are free from your control freak wife. Now no dramas! Only fun! Smile bro! You look lost." Amit didn't like Nitin calling his wife control freak. But it was true and hence he didn't say anything.

Dina had heard what Nitin had said. She was hurt as well as furious. She cut the call and threw her phone on the bed. She had decided that she would teach him a lesson next day. Amit being unaware of the consequences he would face tomorrow, was closing the door when one by one Nitin's acquaintances started pouring in.  He simply became the doorman of his house.

His once quiet house was filled with music and loud voices of drunken men. He feared that the voices would bring in wrath of building community head. The head was apparently a senior citizen who hated loud noises and parties. He had heard rumours of how the head had influenced the owners of flat on the floor below him to throw the student tenants because they were partying like normal teenagers.

He watched his friend dancing his usual Egyptian twist funnily with bulging eyes. The men surrounding him hooted for him while he laughed, momentarily forgetting pain and fear. The party happened till 3 am. Fortunately none of his neighbours barged into house with police. Some of the guests left while few of them slept where they were - either lying on sofa or sleeping on the floor. Some even captured his bed. Amit slept , sitting on the chair. His head lay on the glass table.

The next morning, Dina woke up as usual. She hadn't forgotten yesterday's mockery. While she was washing her face, she thought aloud , "I sit here thinking about him. He brings in his friends and enjoys. His friend digs on me by calling control freak. He doesn't say anything. He is happy that I am gone. He doesn't care whether I am hurt or not. I hate him. Today I will show him how it feels to be mockery in front of everyone." She watched her face in the mirror as the tears welled from her eyes and mixed with the plain water droplets on her face.

(To be continued)

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