Honey! Are you ok?

Continuation from the story “Honey! Let’s break up!” posted here.

It’s been at least 3 months since I had set my alarm clock. After all, it too cheated me all the time. Not that it didn’t do its duty by waking me up in the morning. It does that job well. In fact, I sometimes fell out of bed in shock of the sound that it makes. It scared me to the nerves when I had watched a war movie the night before and there were lot of sirens in that movie. Obviously, I was having a dream of that in which I was the Army commander trying to seek in to the enemy base and God knows why I was there to steal the banana from the fridge. I had almost accomplished my mission that I was inside the kitchen (of the enemy military base) with my hands near the fridge door. And that’s when the alarm went off and I felt the siren in my dreams and was shot from every direction with machine guns that fired dart pins.
I woke up screaming and had to check for any holes on me to be sure that it was only a dream. So it did a very good job. But the part was it always failed the reason why I would set the alarm for that day. It never helped me in telling her about the break up. And for that reason, I stopped using alarm clock and never made any chances to tell her. I was feeling bad of course and I blamed her for making me hate the alarm clock. If only she could have understood what was in my mind.... My mobile beeped. It’s the morning message from her. In every other day, I would have read it. It would mostly be “Good morning Shabby! Lazy one! Dirty fellow! Yawning puppy! Sleeping donkey! My sweetheart!” Something silly. But something interesting. But today, I don’t want to read it. It always makes me feel that someone is stuffing my mouth full of chocolates making me not able to speak when I was trying to say that I have diabetes. So I just got up and went for the shower. When I came back, my mobile beeped again.
I decided to check the message. It was not her. It was the message from my cellular provider. “Have the latest songs from Devdas as your ring tones for free. Just call XXXXX and say devdas.” And it did have the final part of the message “Calls charged at premium rates”. So basically, you wont be charged for the tunes, but you are definitely charged (at premium) for calling them to get the tunes for free. That is what I call an interesting offer. But I am not interested in that. So I deleted it and saw the other new message.
It was not from her. It was from my friend who is supposed to come to my home today. It said “Open the door”. That’s when I found out that there were 10+ missed calls. Oh oh! I am in deep trouble. I ran downstairs fast and opened the door just to find out that the boy from the laundry about to knock the door. He was quite surprised to see me, as he used to be the one who would wake me up on weekends trying his best not to break the door. But I ignored him and went outside to search for my friend. The laundry kid looked puzzled and said “Brother, I am here”. He had thought that I am still sleeping and couldn’t see him. I gave him a stare and went to the backyard of the house to see if my friend was trying to get through the back door which I always keep closed. He was not there and he hasn’t broken the door. So I came back to the front door and the laundry boy was sure that something is wrong with me. He gave another puzzled look and walked away. May be he went to call the mental hospital. For me that was better than getting beaten up by my friend. Then my mobile beeped again.
When I opened it, it was her. But it was not the usual morning message. It said “Sall v meet @ CD at SS”. She have learnt the sms lingo very much that I had to call her sometimes to understand it. But now the message was clear. “Shall we meet at Coffee Day at Sunset (6PM)” That was not her style. Her message will usually be like a commander rather than a negotiator. Her last similar message was “CD @ SS”. It’s like “Do as I am told. No questions asked. Just obey and you will live”. It also gave me a chill that made me feel as if though I am a CIA agent communicating with secret codes. When I started walked back towards my house, If found the door closed. My mobile beeped again. “Stay outside for an hour &^$@#&^%&^#%$ (censored). I started banging the door and it helped me to convince my friend to open the door in 59:55 seconds. How he got into the house was something not to be discussed as some thieves might use that idea. I had to allocate 5k of my funds for the repairs on the window of my bed room.
The evening appeared and I was little thoughtful why she had messaged me like that. Some part of my mind said that she might have understood my long time goal of telling her that I don’t want to be together anymore. And I am prepared to face it in every way I can. I won’t be cheated neither by her smile nor her tears. You should know that months of longing to do something gives you strength that you can never imagine. So I am completely ready for anything. But the other part of my mind said it might be something else different. And my mind kept on wondering why there were no calls from her either. Not that I want her to call me. But it was very strange for her. So when I started from my house in the evening, my mind was trying to figure out what would be on her mind and I realized that I am already late.
When I reached the Coffee Day, she was already in our usual desk. The service guy has become a friend of mine by this time that he never asks for order instead bring them automatically. I would always order the croissant and a Tropical iceberg. When I reached the desk, I found her in no good mood. Her face was swollen and she was not in her usual make up which always made her look bright even when she is near the Aishwarya Rai wallpaper that is on the wall behind her. I suddenly felt if she is going to say that is engaged to someone else. I wondered if I should be happy or not. I didn’t feel happy though. So I started the talk.

“So nice dress again?”
“Hmm hmm...” she replied.
“Same order?”
“Hmm...” she said.
“Its hot”, I know it was very cold.
“Yeah...” she accepted. I became worried. Something is definitely wrong.
“Hey! What’s up”, I asked trying to look at her face. She still kept her head down as if though looking at her feet.
“Hey! whats up da” I added. And then she started crying. I could see tears rushing through her eyes all of a sudden. She was trying not to make others hear her cry. Though her hands tried to wipe the tears off, there was no sign of the tears stopping to flow. In few seconds, tears were wetting the table and her hands were full of tears. And my heart stopped to beat. I really didn’t understand why she was crying. I moved toward her side and held her to my shoulders “Hey! What happened? Why are you crying?”. But she couldnt stop. She used her kerchief to stop the tears. But in no more than 2 seconds, they were completely wet. I couldnt do anything but hold her close and give her my shoulder to cry. She was crying like a baby. My imaginations went from her getting married to someone to someone important in her family die and even to some bizarre effect from the incurable diseases as shown in Indian movies. I had to hit myself to stop thinking stupid. Then I noticed that many persons were already staring at me. I gave them the innocent look, “I swear I didn’t do anything”. But still they kept staring back. And the waiter was walking towards me with an angry face. But he had a big belly and shouted “Take the bike”.
I was wondering where he is asking me to go. I still gave an innocent look. When he came near he transformed into traffic police and that’s when I realized that I was in my bike still waiting at the signal. I had been dreaming all the time. Not ready to slim out my wallet, I rushed fast before he could reach me and I succeeded it. It was not his lucky day. I reached Coffee Day atlast and rushed faster to our desk. She was not sitting there though. I found her sitting in a corner table which she usual chooses when there is something important to talk about. The importance would mostly be for her and I would usually be saying “really?? (With an exclamation)” or “I am sorry for that” (with a sorrowful face). I wondered what is there for me today.
She wasn’t crying like the way I saw in my dream. But she looked prepared for something. When I said hi, she looked at me though her eyes were looking somewhere else. I think I am going to say sorry today. I waved my hands to the service guy and we communicated with signs. I showed him my left index finger twice and he replied back with his thumb and left index finger touching each other and the other fingers pointing out. That means he have understood what I said. And then he asked me something by keeping his fingers open and beating a drum that doesn’t exist. I really didn’t know what he said, but I waved my hands upward meaning “Go ahead”. He also gave me a puzzled look and turned away.
With the message sent, I sat down facing her. She kept her head turned to the side obviously watching the wall. So I also tried to follow her by seeing the wall. The problem was that there was nothing there and so I resorted to look at her face instead. She faced me after sometime with some determination in her face. This must be about the dress that I had promised to buy for her. But it was not.
She said “What’s wrong with you?”.
That was an unexpected question.
“Nothing” I gave a puzzled look.
“Tell me. What’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me?” I was really puzzled.
“You tell me. What’s happening to you?”
“Nothing different” I looked at myself to assure that I am fine.
“Don’t you like me?” She asked bluntly.

I was shocked. Totally shocked. Except that there was no electricity passing through me.

To be continued.........