Kudos of Mafia

'XVI'

The hour hand of the clock on the wall almost crossed eleven. Bruno hadn't slept yet in spite of Senor being hours late. After all, he was a loyal one. Bruno sneaked out of his window while he waited for Senor. The sight was frightened and curious at the same searching for Senor. Bruno saw a shadow approaching the house. Senor had finally fallen into the sight of Bruno and he rushed downstairs.

"Sir, where had you been this late?", Bruno said in a single gasp of air. "Did you get stuck somewhere else?"

Senor moved inside the house without a word spoken. The color of the face had changed into a pale yellowish as if he had been overwhelmed by a disaster. Bruno couldn't draw any findings from such a fanatic look on Senor.

"Yeah, it took me longer than I thought.", Senor untying his shoelace." An old friend of mine had been in the town, had gone to see her while she would be here."

"Her?", the eyebrows of Bruno narrowed.

"What's so new to exclaim?", Senor got bitter. "She sent me the letter. So, visited her and her husband too."

The goofy look Bruno projected a few minutes ago shut down.

"Did you have your dinner?", Senor asked rolling his eyes towards Bruno.

"No, was waiting for you.", Bruno replied firmly dropping his eyelids downwards.

"You can have it now.", Senor gave permission. " I had dinner over there."

Bruno knew something happened but no idea what it might be. Senor had never gone out during nights except for those times when he used to have meetings. Bruno being a servant had no more options than to obey.

Senor strode into his bedroom, sat on his chair and there he was left broken and crippled within his own past. The resentment and agony he had caged within him were about to burst. A magical potion could be the only remaining answer to his deserted life, a bottle of liquor. Senor moved his fragile hands to the cupboard and picked up a glass and a bottle of vodka, poured it in the empty glass as if he was trying to pour his sorrow out of his life.

The grief, drowning Senor was incomparable to anything he had ever felt. He suffocated in a closed vessel of his sins, the sins that forced Senor to scream till the vocal cords would be parted. The only true hope he saw was in the glass of liquor. A hope to overcome the agony and float over the surface.

Isn't it said an artist falls in love with his first painting? Well, Senor had fallen in love with vodka since he took the first sip of it. It never disappointed Senor, unlike the people in his life. With every sip from the glass, Senor flowed in this never-ending stream of emotions, all the charred memories. The tears helped him to float over the surface.

Bruno heard Senor. He instantly moved towards the bedroom. This time door had a short opening. Bruno lent a glimpse from the little opening. Senor remained in his chair crying helplessly.

"Sir, are you all right?", Bruno proceeded into the room." What's the matter?"

By the time Bruno invaded the solidarity of Senor, the liquor seized the control from Senor. He cried without any hesitation.

"Bruno, do you think life is fair? Does God even exist? Why is it that I am the only one who suffers among all these sinners? Will it end or will I? Shit it all.", Senor pouring the liquor into the glass." Let's celebrate this night in the name of reunion with my wife and her beloved husband."

"I guess you have had enough of liquor." trying to snatch the bottle of vodka but Bruno failed.

"Do you think I am drunk? No, I am the soberest one you will find in this earth.", Senor in a slurred voice.

Senor found it complicated to comprehend with his reality. He lost consciousness in him but still, a drunken man speaks the truth better than a lie detector.

"Don't you think I am a loser, a loser for life? I am such a jerk. And, and I always rant on you whenever you come with my personal matter. What's so personal is even left now?." Senor retaining his glass from the desk.

"Is there anything that's troubling you, sir?", Bruno showed some humbleness. " You can share it with me."

"I can't express your sincerity words, not a single day you have disappointed me."

"I guess you need a good nap for now. It's almost gonna be morning soon."

"Do you wanna know about my past?", a daunting voice came from Senor.

"Anything that would relive you at the moment.", replied Bruno residing beside the chair.