"She told you she is my wife?"
Angie sighed:
"Don't tell me you want to deny it!"
She added:
"Of course I asked why she was answering your phone and she introduced herself!"
Madrat instantly lost his wine appetite. He placed the glass down, scratching the back of his head confoundedly.
"I've been married to my wife for two years now. I am sorry for not telling you in the first place."
Twisting her eyes in a not give a damn way:
"Do I look like I care? I got my boyfriend back and all that matter to me, is to make things right with him. Look Madrat, we were young and in love during our school days. Tides of this harsh world took us our separate ways. I personally came to see you again on TV, when you're already a super star. I tried all possible ways to reach you but, your security couldn't let me. It wasn't easy."
Angie sighed and added:
"I chose to give up but dreams couldn't allow me _ you kept on appearing. Imagine waking up at 9am just to think of someone you can't even reach! No hope that a day will come and meet them! Love was harsh on me. I cried in a heap of thought. My mother told me that if you keep appearing in my dreams like that and what I feel for you never changed, then it means we're soulmates."
Madrat's ears couldn't miss a line. He was so attentive. And Angie, so drowned in her own story, she narrated further.
"Hearing such words from the woman I look up to raised my hopes on greater heights. Indeed I got encouraged. I strategised. I had to come up with a better plan to reach you. And since my dream from when I was a child was to become a super model, I focused on that _ not forgetting the words you used to tell me that inspired me to fall more in love with my talent. I promised myself that what come may, I will never give up."
She concluded:
"Here I am now. On top of the world together with you my best friend again. The only man I've ever loved."
Angie smiled her approval.
This was way so breathe taking when Madrat listened to the side he had no idea about. He took a deep compassionate breath and said:
"I love you so much, Angie!"
Wine glasses aside, the distance between both of then narrowed. All at once, they leaned in face to face, on nearly closing eyes which carried great affection. Their lips met and the world around them vanished. Next thing they both knew was: laying in bed beside eachother with no clothes covering their bodies except white bed sheets.
They turned, looked at eachother and smiled.
*****
At home, Shee Bah aggressively walked in to Madrat with a tough request as he was busy entertaining himself, playing virtual reality golf games in the game room.
Stubbornly, on a frowned face she asked:
"Make me pregnant. If you don't want me to call the cameras then make me pregnant!"
Having been an obediently submissive wife to her husband, Shee Bah never wanted to take any reckless steps in decision making, to avoid going against her husband's will, so that she doesn't hurt or annoy him.
Piercingly, he looked at her and asked:
"Are you trying to manipulate me into having a child right now?"
She replied confidently with emphasis:
"No. I'm only telling you my husband, that I want a child, am not growing any younger!"
Overwhelmed, he relaxed his mood to talk about it.
"Shee Bah, we discussed this. And we both agreed..."
Before he could finished the sentence, she cut him short:
"No, you discussed this! Was you who said let's hold on having babies. Not me! Like I told you, I've always been the listening and the obedient one! So now, I want us to make a baby!"
Madrat asked in wary:
"Why now?"
Unrelenting in her pursuit of dominance on her man:
"I'll be having the baby in nine months, not now. All I want you to do is to put it inside of me as soon as immediately."
This was another pain in the neck that came unexpectedly. Madrat squeezed his forehead to relax from this freedom stealing raid and said:
"Alright then, on one condition. I will accept to donate my sperm to you on one condition. You will have to accept to quit music and stay home, be a house wife for the rest of your life as I take full responsibility."
Shee Bah maddened over the option she was given.
"Are you kidding me?! You know how I love my talent! The sacrifices I've made! I can't see it go in just a snap of a finger like this!"
She sighed and added:
"But, why are you doing this to me?"
In a carefree attitude he replied:
"If you can't quit music, then forget all about having a baby _ until further notice."
As he instantly turned to mind his game, Shee Bah, as a submissive woman, quickly asked in response:
"Wait, alright. I am going to quit music like you're saying. No more visiting studio to record. But I also one request to make."
All ears, Madrat listened. Shee Bah asked:
"Allow me to at least release my album. I've already invested a lot of time."
"Is that all?"
"That's all."
"Just uploading it on Internet, no running promotions no nothing, okay?"
Shee Bah noded in narrow acceptance. And then Madrat put his the last nail in the coffin:
"Done deal."
After all, his marriage with Shee Bah was to remain in shadows as he badly desired. That was his calculation.
To Shee Bah, it wasn't a deal to smile or grin about though she did infront of him. But as soon as she left his sight, sorrowfully, she ran to the pool side, jumped into the water, not to swim this time as she usually enjoys, but to hide her dripping tears. She never wanted to show her husband that she actually agreed at a hummer head. She spent a couple of minutes sniffing and whipping in one of the corners in the swimming pool.
And after shading tears to satisfaction, she stepped out of the water and came to meet her husband Madrat, who was now puffing on a stick of cigarette, eating candy as he played his virtual golf games in the mansion's game room.
Barefooted, wrapped in a towel which was from drying her dripping wet body, facing him, she dropped it off. As usual, Madrat always read the signs perfectly well. And he never hesitated to give his wife what she wanted.
He dropped the golf stick down and carried her bridal style, ready to donate a sperm.