Bad Sunday

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I woke up at nine thirty in the morning to answer my door bell. I had no idea who could come over to see me on a sunday morning. I always avoided the peep hole. I opened the door lazily to surprize my self with some one familier. I rubbed my eyes to see the familier person. Before i could realize that it is Paul, he hugged me only to suffocate my breath.

I some how managed to free my self. "Are you alright?" Is all i could ask him. He had always been into cheerfull category. I have never seen him this sad. I went in the kitchen to make some coffee for us. I wanted to know badly the reason for his sadness but I had to be patient too or else i would end up making him crush me with his hug again.

I took two mugs of coffee for both of us and handed him his coffee. I sat on the couch and waited for him to speak something. He kept his mug on the table and finally broke the silence,"I broke up, Hazel."

What!

"What and with whom? Paul when did you you fell in love? Urgh! Elaborate please." Thousand questions flew in my mind. Why didn't he tell us about it. "Speak up Paul", I yelled in disbelief.

"He is George Kelly. My room-mate. Hope you remember him." My jaw dropped in surprize. I sort of had a crush on George, i never imagined him as a gay. "Why didn't you tell us?" I questioned him. I was frustrated my now, Paul needed some support too. "Since how long, Paul?" I inquired more. "Two years, Hazel." My jaw dropped again.

"Why didn't you tell us? I and Harley are like your sisters. Right?", I tried to fight him.

"But he isn't a gay."

Crap. What does this mean?

I had a big question mark on my face. I think he noticed and continued, "He is bisexual. He has a girlfriend too. He told me this shit yesturday night. He said he doesn't wants to loose me. I can't share him with any one, Hazel. I hope you understand what i mean."

George is mean. I don't how slang my language would go to curse him. How could he do this. I squeezed Paul's shoulder. I left Paul on the couch and went in kitchen to cook something for him when his fone rang. I didn't had any idea but I heard his expressions of 'what' , 'how' 'when'. I heard his last word as okay before disconnecting. I went back to ask.

"Paul, what's wrong? Whose call was it?" I asked him. He said it was from an hospital. "For?" I asked him back. He didn't answer for a minute or so. I stood up next to me and hugged me tight. Before i could ask him again he answered, "Its ur granny, Hazel. She got a cardio attack."

No. Its impossible. My mind was battling with what i just heard. I shivered. She is the only family of mine. I can't afford to loose her. "Which one?" I asked him. He weakly amswered "Oregon." Its in Portland i remember. Tears rolled down my eyes, I couldn't hold them back. It would probably take one hour to reach there.

Paul handed me his car keys without delaying a minute, "I want some time alone from my relation shit, I am flying to Canada today to spend some time with my parents. My chevrolet won't take me to Canada. You can have it till I come darling." He is my bff. "Aww Paul, I would have loved to marry you if you were not a gay", I giggled.

He left in some fifteen minutes. I took all my savings to keep them for the bills. I raced to the chevrolet faster. I cried the whole way. I love my granny. She is my only family. How cam christ be so merciless.

I reached there and ran to the doctor when he just suggested for a surgery. Shiver ran through my body. In a weak voice i asked him how much it would cost. He said some twenty five thousand dollars. I sat there in the waiting room for some time. I was worried for my grannt's health and the money. Where will i arrange it from?

Hell! Both my friends were out. Day passed weeping on the chair. I called mr. Mathew to inform him that i wouldn't work for some days but he didn't even answer my call.

It was evening by now, eight thirty my watched showed. I took a deep breath and headed out to eat some thing. I walked blankly on the streets, horrified with the thoughts of loosing her. The money! Where will I get it from?

Something caught my eye then...

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