The thick Indian burst into laughter and gagged his mouth.“Please, cousin don’t take the words of this pauper seriously,” he gestured at him from head to toe, “Take a look at him, just take good look at him. Does he look like one that can afford a square meal let alone a Porsche? This is one of those paupers that give us headache with their false lifestyle.The wife cut in, “Do you know he came on a scooter? That is the scooter over there.” She pointed across the road. “This poverty stricken thinks we are bluffing. I guess we will use him as a scape goat so that others can learn. We have had enough of them.”“That is Porsche Panamera.” The lanky Indian reminded Jamole through stern burning eyes. “Each is worth $2 million. That car is meant for fat cat and not for paupers…”Jamole interrupted him, “Yeah, the two of them are worth $ 4 million am I right?” He shook his head in affirmation and pushed forth his credit card, “I need them. Here is my credit card for payment. Withdraw the $
“Take those two keys for the Porsche and drive me home.” He turned around, cast a furious stare at the car dealers before he walked away and hopped into the Lamborghini.“As my boss pleases,” the security replied and bowedThe wife to the bulky Indian kept staring at them, her mouth still gaping in shock and bewilderment. “This is unbelievable,” the wife mumbled.The bulky Indian smiled sheepishly as he stared keenly at Jamole being attended to by his band of security.In few seconds they sped away in the Porsche and Lamborghini, leaving a smug of dust behind“Laughing Cock!” the bulky Indian exclaimed, clicking his fingers , “What was that? He is a mogul? Am I dreaming? Can somebody just wake me up from slumber?”His wife sighed and quarreled, “I can’t believe we just lost $ 4 million. Shit! You caused this!” she pointed at the husband, “For four months we haven’t made any sales. Our cars are losing value. What the goddamn problem is this!”The bulky quarreled, “Oh spare me that! Ho
Stella snorted and set her jaw as she read the warning query from Susan Pablo; the moment she walked into the her office this morning it was the warning memo that welcomed her.Although before now she had been seeking for such opportunity to confront Susan and when she saw the memo, she deemed it fit to put Susan in the box she belonged.If he could recall she had read the memo for the one thousandth times and each time left her with scorn and wrath; impatience grew in her and she couldn’t wait to remind Susan she was carrying her husband’s child.Without any intention of tolerating Susan anymore Stella stormed out of her office, clenched her jaw as she approached Susan’s office.Rubbing her baby bump, she barged into Susan’s office and snarled at her, staring and shooting thunderous eyes at her.“What has come over you, Stella?” Susan quarreled, “The reason that door was made is for you to knock and not to barge in, in fact this has to stop,” she said and called on her protocol offic
Heavy voices of merry ladies and men hung hugely over Jamole’s house. Today was the 24th birth day party of his adorable wife, Stella Pitcher and although she had hinted him about it a few nights ago, yet he was still lost in his gloom due to what she demanded for a birthday gift.Nights on end Jamole had been nagged by countless nightmares over thought of meeting her demands. He barely could provide a proper square meal for Stella so he wondered what would inspire his elegant wife to demand he buy her an Arabic Coral Gold Ring.He was yet to know the worth of that gold ring but truth be told, with the few celebrities he had seen donning that ring he knew it wasn’t a piece of cake.With his oversized shoes which had its sole gaping at the ceiling and his I-was-white T-shirt over bottom-patched pants, he was all ready for work but without the audacity to go to his wife in the sitting room to demand for ten dollar which was his transport fare to work.The merriment continued in a very
After the drama with his wife he had an astounding day ahead of him; already his day at work would be a total wreck. Nothing else hung on his mind like a pendulum than thought of his shortcoming as a husband.He felt worse than an infidel. The worst of it was the transport fare he was denied. You could deny him food, and he would perk up and be fine, but his transport fare shouldn’t be toiled with; It mattered a lot to him.Earlier in their marriage, for months, he walked ten thousand kilometers to work and he almost lost his job as a janitor for resuming late at the Municipal Post Office.Not until his wife came through for him with the ten dollars transport fare which he often promised to pay back; regrettably he never did. His salary had never been enough.And about now he wondered how he would survive trekking to work. “Oh Lord, would I ever survive this? What sort of life is this?” he mumbled with his gaze raised at the woolly sky above.He settled his gaze into the horizon and t
All his life as a janitor at the municipal post office in Antipolo, he never had savings due to the peanut he earned as salary. This had made him to shrink from his responsibility as a husband and lose sheer honor from his wife and among his peers.He never intended to eschew responsibility and in his gloom, he looked forth to the day he would earn enough money and surprise his wife with all she had ever wanted.Right about now all that his wife, Stella, nagged about at home and whenever she saw him was her Arabic Coral Gold Ring, even this had deprived them the consummation of their marriage.Recently Stella moved into the other bedroom, locked their bedroom and restricted Jamole to spend the night in the sitting room, with a stern warning never to sleep in the sofa but on the cold floor.“But I thought I promised to buy you the gold ring. Why are you doing this to me, Stella, why?” he protested when she wouldn’t offer him breakfast.This was the height of it!Already Stella was pain
Through jittering lips and shaky body, Jamole wailed, “Would there be a time when Stella and her boss would regret what they just did to me?”His teary eyes supposed to be swollen by now because he had already wept out his eyeballs. He was full of tears; and that was an understatement. The shells of frustration had been shot at him and indecision over shadowed him.He stood in the middle of the road, collapsed under the pounds of his ill fate and came upon his wobbly knees. At the time his sweaty palms had dented the divorce papers with dirt. He needed to affix his signature on it to legally seal up the divorce between him and Stella.From deep down his lovelorn, catastrophic soul, he intoned, “Soon you will regret it Stella,”Fondling into his pocket, he stuck out a pen and scribbled on the divorce paper whatever his hands could afford. Each tear that trickled down his cheeks stole away his existence.“Where do I go from here now?” he mumbled within himself, still on his knees and no
The disable damsel was unruffled by what she perceived to be a stunt. But it wasn’t a stunt. Reality was playing. Jamole remained on his knees, though a bit fidgety, yet he knew what he was doing. At the time he had created a scene; onlookers were staring keenly at them with bated breath.He took her fingers into his and repeated, “Can you be my wife? I mean every word of it.”The disable lady shot a nervous gaze at him. She gazed down to her rickety legs and expected him to have taken notice of her physical condition before proposing marriage to her.He swallowed hard and caught the blaring message in her cloudy eyes. “I know you are physically challenged. It is all glaring before me. You may be physically challenged and it is enough to repel me from proposing marriage to you. But it is you that I want.”The aghast disable lady who had gagged her moth with her trembling hands all the while was forced to protest, “Are you sure about this? I hope you know I am not as cute as every oth