Him, a few members of his security team and the barmaid were the only ones in the bar that morning, and only him was boozing.
Chuckling indifferently, Madrat paused and swung slightly back and forth, continuing to mutter and gesture on a heavy tongue:
"It's so funny we all pretend to be happy, but deep down, we're just miserable clowns with invisible tears..."
Talking slowly in breaks, with dull eyes, he looked over his security men who were standing tough on duty, and pointed a weak finger at each of them, one after the other.
"You, you, you and you _ are all miserable crowns pretending to be happy."
After all, they were on his payroll. However, pointing a finger and talking down on them, them too can understand their boss' state of condition right now. And besides, with a big check they receive from him for doing their wonderful job, who the hell dares anyway to feel offended?
Slowly, then moved the hand with a pointing finger upto the young woman, a barmaid who was standing behind the bar counter, star-struck, speechlessly admiring his polished looks. She was indeed overwhelmed by his presence.
Madrat muttered:
"And you. You're a clear definition of misery."
Then chuckled at the memory of what he had said.
What could the barmaid possibly have done anyways when such a good looking dude everyone pays to meet is the one speaking right infront of her eyes.
In his boozed state he told the barmaid:
"But don't worry.... I can take away part of it."
He delved in his pocket and the hand came out holding a stuck of cash. A bundle of money that can acually upgrade a life. He placed the cash bundle on the bar counter, beneath her eyes. Heshook his head slowly. Trying to think properly but it's quite difficult.
Gazing drunk at the barmaid, he said on a heavy tongue:
"Tell me. Maybe I deserve this malt, or maybe I deserve better. Who the hell knows anymore?"
The barmaid had no guts to speak, but within her confiscated thoughts:
"A very remarkable celebrity, this guy is! Only his presence in a place can turn the moment of time into a holiday!"
Almost the whole day in the bar, Madrat was so drunk that he could barely walk. With his single malt whiskey bottle in hand, he turned to find his way out of this stress killing place. Luckily, as a rich superstar, he had a fantastic team on his security detail with him, that could cover any kind of loopholes which may tarnish his image.
Necessarily to keep him clean in the public eyes.
He carefully got assisted and guided on his way out, upto the rear of his luxury black SUV. And back inside the bar, the barmaid's jaw was about to drop off in an open-mouthed gaze. Eyes widely open in disbelief, she looked at the cash bundle left for her on the counter as she lifted a shocked gaze at the exit where Madrat had passed with his security while leaving.
Even though in his presence she didn't have guts to show it to him, but from the deepest part of her soul the barmaid was so grateful.
"He has not only paid for the whiskey bottle with this money, not only taken away half of my problems with this money, but with this money, he has provided a solution to a third of the biggest miseries of my life."
*****
Fine in her usual appetizing outfits, Shee Bah put her manicure aside and stood up quickly. On fast feet, she hurried to gaze through the wide hard glass wall of their contemporary house. Instinctively, of course it was Madrat's car roaring down the yeard.
Excited about his return home, Shee Bah hurried from the second floor, down the stairs to warmly welcome her husband. By a wide margin, she stood and paused to give him a stunning view of herself when he comes in. She readily waited for him to push the door open.
Much as she was well conversant with how the routine was going to be _ knowing so well that he just walks in with his finger print, this time round she had to come to the door and open it after the bell had persistently rung not once or twice, but several time even while she tried to ignore.
Her scheme interrupted, Shee Bah walked complaining before she got the door.
"Pass code is still the same. When did you start to play like this?"
Unexpectedly when she pulled the massive door open:
"Where's my husband?"
Only for her to face the head of his security detail, handing her the keys to the black SUV.
Unhappy, she leaned in a little bit and tried to move her eyes outside in suspense, but a feel of reality could not be denied. He can't be anywhere around. Security rarely utter a word. Always quiet and on point. Shee Bah knew this. And of course, she had to pick the car keys from the silent massive_ huge and tall gentleman.
"Thanks."
Disappointedly, she had to close herself back in the house.
*****
Angie blurted in shock as soon as she opened her door.
"Hell no! What happened?"
She has never seen Madrat so wasted, dead drunk like this before. Like a weakly baby who required repeated hospitalization, he fell into her chest. Madrat had found a best friend in the whiskey bottle that, however drained it made him, he wasn't willing to let it go.
As Angie forcefully pulled the bottle out of his grip, on a heavy tongue he muttered:
"Leave my companion alone you damn clowns!"
She finally supported him to bed to rest.
Hours later, Angie was having a sleepless night, sitting right by Madrat's side on bed. Overly joyed to watching him sleeping in her bed tonight, she gives him a simple peck in his sounding sleep and turned her eyes on a wide screen aside.
All over the news it was Madrat's affair with the top model Angie when Angie switched channels with remote control. It all seemed not to matter to her, so she ended up turning the screen off.
After all, there's a new music album by a diva named Shee Bah that she had downloaded earlier today after listening to the radio when Madrat was being asked about their affair.
Angie played the music album.
This turned out to sound so nice to her ears, moving her to a world of honey, far different from the one she was living in according to how she was feeling it with all her soul. Eyes closed on a very calm face as she moved her head along with the soft melodies:
"Wow, what a sweet vibe!"
However, she knows that the love of her life is a married man, but she doesn't know who the wife is. And very soon, Shee Bah is turning out to be her favorite female artist, depending on how she's feeling the songs on the album.
*****
Back home, Shee Bah's bed is a cold one. Without her husband on the side, she can't have a sounding sleep.