At Gun Point

~27~

Few cars were now whizzing past each other on the roads since most people were back to their respective work places. Mrs Sasiya seemed to be enjoying the ride since she was admitting to have never been in such super car before. She couldn't stop herself from blushing and smiling shyly.
"How much did you pay for this car?Maybe we can take bank loans with my husband and buy it."She asked laughing and eyeing me with an expectant face.

"US$1 750 000, mam," I answered whilst reciprocating her laugh.

She jumped from her seat in disbelief and laughed louder.
"I didn't know you are this rich!How come you don't behave like a millionaire. You just keep it simple. How did you became so affluent?" She joyously quipped.

I told her my story in summary as we traversed the houses and institutional buildings on the roadside. I was driving lackadaisically, so as to lengthen the time for our conversation. As we talked, she made sure there was a decent distance between us. She was the conservative type, always maintaining a reasonable distance away from men. I observed this and made sure I won't look her in any other way other than the ordinary way. She seemed enjoying the story but I was cut short since we were now in front of the twelve storey building where her husband works. She exited the car and told me to wait, as she disappeared into the building, holding a happy face.

Minutes later she came back with a tall ebony man, who seemed to be so serious and they were having a heated argument as they walked towards the Veyron.

"Why didn't you tell me your boyfriend is this rich!Haa!I knew I was going to see him one day. You keep on lying to me you are not cheating me when you even have the audacity to come with him here. I'm going to kill you both! You don't know me!" I heard the man, whom I assumed to be her husband fuming.

"Its not what you think Cloppas, he is Mr Mallazamba who was involved in the havoc that happened in Raspberg. We are here in the capital to see the survivors at Medicare hospital. Why don't you ask who was it I said you have meet before you jump into crazy conclusions. I don't like the way you treat me. I don't think every man is this jealousy, you are just outrageous and ludicrous. You really know I don't do those things but you keep on saying the same things. You are so annoying Clo. Who do you think will be after an old woman like me, leaving all the young beautiful girls in the country. Aah! Its too much. You always piss me off." Mrs Sasiya angrily responded to the crazy claims of her husband. She was throwing her hands in rage as they exchanged harsh words standing in between the building and where I had parked my car.

I didn't dare go and defend myself, since the husband had falsely accused me of cheating with his wife. I just waited for them to come my way so we might have a civilised conversation. I hated arguments and quarrels. They drive peace and a good spirit in the livelihoods of people.

"Sorry Caroline! I'm so sorry I didn't know who it was who you wanted me to meet. I'm even ashamed to go and greet him. I hope he didn't hear what I said!"I heard the husband pleading for forgiveness and assuming I hadn't hear what they were saying. Not knowing I was eavesdropping. She seemed to have gotten used to her husband since she had instantly changed her facial expression, from a cold and angry one to a mild-warm and happy one. She was behaving like nothing had happened.

They walked towards the car, her husband displaying a forced smile and behaving shyly. As we talked I pretended to have heard nothing and this boosted confidence in the husband but nervousness was vivid on him. Nobody mentioned what had happened when they were coming to the car. He started to talk about what he has read in the newspapers in the morning,and continued to ask me about what had happened in detail. We briefly discussed about it and he changed the topic to comment about the Veyron, prating his knowledge about the car. His wife seemed disoriented as she observed I was more of a gentleman than her husband. He was foolishly behaving like a cocky school child. I just remained myself, showing no signs of fatigue or bored by his uneasiness. He was making a fool of himself in front of his wife, I just guessed it was because of the stunt they had pulled earlier on.