Getting Over Him

Banquet

Pran's P.O.V:

As I slowly emerge from the depths of sleep, I feel the softness of the bed beneath me and the warmth of Pat's body against mine. The sun's rays gently filter through the curtains, casting a golden glow upon the room. It's a perfect morning, and I want to linger in this peaceful embrace for as long as possible.

But just as I start to savor the tranquility, the persistent ringing of my phone pierces through the stillness. I groggily reach for it, trying to suppress the annoyance at being disturbed from this tender moment. Which son of a bitch is it?

With my eyes half-closed I try to read the name that appears on my phone. My heart immediately sinks. Just when I was feeling overwhelmed with joy, peace, and love - he just so happens to want to ruin anything that will bring some color into my dark and gloomy world! I know right away that nothing good will come from this call.

Nevertheless, with a sleepy voice, I answer the call, trying to keep my cool as to not give him a piece of my mind. I have had already done that more than once before and it did not go well for me- all I got was a trip to the hospital.

"Pran it's about damn time that you decided to answer! The family moved has been moved to this afternoon, so you better put on your best suit and do not embarrass us! Got it?"

I dig my fingernails into my palm as I clench my fist.

I answer, "yes, father I understand."

He hangs up the phone and I look back to Pat who is just staring at me with a look of concern.

As I reluctantly sit up, I can feel his touch on my cheek, a gentle caress that conveys both understanding and encouragement. It's a silent assurance that he'll be waiting for me when I return, a reminder that we're in this together.

I will just have to deal with that son of a bitch and come back as soon as I can to Pat. 

I grab my things and leave while locking the door behind me to start getting ready for the banquet.