After receiving his wife's message clearly well tentatively, too bewildered to say anything, as soon as the wife went out of his sight, Madrat turned his face down and cursed.
"Dammit!"
He stood, his brow furrowed in confusion, clutching the empty glass bottle with hesitant fingers, unsure of what he was going to do in the first place. Suddenly, in a moment of inexplicable frustration, Madrat swung his arm wildly. The bottle shuttered on the marble floor, shards scattering everywhere.
He stared at the debris, muttering under his breath, bewildered by his own actions.
"Wait, what did I just do?"
On hearing the shatters, Shee Bah returned so fast with eyes widened in shock. Up at the mezzanine balcony, overlooking below, her voice cracked, trembling with disbelief, with a thought that her husband had hurt himself.
"You mean that's.... that's debris scattered?"
As if it wasn't enough. Her second thought got her rushing down the stairs, and in a few seconds she joined him. Her brow furrowed in concerned wary, checking over his fingers while she asked:
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
"No, am fine."
With quick assistance she said to him:
"Don't mind, I'll clear the shards off the floor. You need to relax. Go upstairs and freshen up, my pots in the kitchen contain something delicious for you to fill your stomach with, just incase it's empty."
Immediately, Shee Bah softly held Madrat by the hand, guiding his focus to start moving. With no hesitation, he was walked, a wider margin away from the scattered shards of the glass bottle upto the staircases. Amidst his climbing up, Shee Bah stayed behind, took a moment to watch him leave, then spoke out warm-hearted.
"And the scruff on your chin, make sure you don't cut yourself while shaving."
It was her responsibility as a wife to take care of her husband. And every moment a need to do so called, she embraced it to satisfaction, with pleasure.
After all, she loved him unconditionally, with no space left for him to doubt her love.
The next day, the awaited moment Shee Bah called for a dinner with Angie arrived. Looking at the time on her mobile phone, it was only a few minutes left to get into the agreed hour, in which the expected guest was to show up.
Heart pounding in nervous anticipation, Shee Bah sat by the glass wall on the first floor with eyes looking through, her hands trembling as she clutched the edge of her smartphone. Each passing minute every moment she took a glance at the time on her phone screen sent a flutter into her stomach.
Filled with dread, hoping _ praying _ that this moment, the long-awaited visit, would bring her to relax comfortably and bring a sense of peace she so desperately craved, to believe that her husband was not actually lying when he told her that he wasn't having any secret affair; that his connection with Angie was just a public stunt, which in the long run brought them to become close friends, Shee Bah's eyes constantly darted through the glass wall, down the compound, expecting an arriving car.
Her face described the tension-filled moment before coming face to face with Angie.
Amids switching positions with dread, from sitting to standing _ then to walking around on the compound, time as it never stops to move, flew past six o'clock _ the agreed hour. Madrat was no where to be seen with the awaited visitor. His phone was going through when Shee Bah dialed, but unfortunately, it was not answered for the three consecutive times she desperately reached out.
Sighing loudly in disappointment, she looked at her well set dinning table which consisted a bottle of red wine and scented red flowers.
She was nolonger wondering if today would finally be the day her patience paid off. Now, she had a big disappointment, felt heavy at heart.
Clenching her fists in anger, her eyes fixed on the ground as she turned away from her well set dinner table, Shee Bah thought about earlier today before her husband drove out in his luxurious black SUV into the bright sunlight, how his words promised so much _ hope, clarity, assurance that he was to bring Angie home for dinner as his wife requested, so that all the loopholes in their marriage get sealed _ but in the end, the promises were empty.
Shee Bah didn't look back when she turned into the direction of the main door that led out of the house.
At the backyard in the garage, she slipped into a leather jacket and grabbed the helmet from the motorbike tank. Different keys hanging on hooks at the wall, but the exact keys she needed were hanging next to the safe-riding gloves, a narrow margin separate from other keys.
The engine roared to life beneath her, and with confidence, she eased the motorbike outside into the twilight, then to the highway, riding aggressively, ready to face whatever laid ahead.
Sooner than later, outside Angie's residence the motorbike parked. Fearless of the guards, Shee Bah took off the helmet and began to walk aggressively towards them. As soon as the security guards saw a stranger coming, they both prepared to engage her.
"This is a restricted area miss!"
Amidst asking, in a distance, Shee Bah could clearly recognize her husband's luxurious black SUV parked spaciously next to Angie's two stunning cars: a g-wagon and a cullinun.
"I have a meeting with your boss."
"Sorry but we're not informed about any visitor today."
"Tell her that I've decided to catch dinner at her place since she decided to go against our program."
In their black suits and huge muscle bodies, they looked at eachother and gave her an undermining gaze.
Fearless and determined, she told them:
"Now you gonna have to kill me, else am crossing the yard by force!"
Without wasting a second, she collided with them, trying to hit them with the helmet in her hand. But she was just a fly, trying to disturb the bulls, falling on their wet nose. Shee Bah was grabbed instantly by only one guard, lifted up like a garbage bin in the air to keep her off the premise.
However, amidst kicking her legs vigorously with resistance and struggle while in the arms of the guard, who was determined to throw her across the residential drive way where she had parked her motorbike, her husband's driver who was relaxing inside his boss' SUV noticed the chaos, and recognized her.
"That's boss' wife!"
Madrat's guard, whose attention was much more on a video game which he was playing on the car rear TV screen paused the game instantly. More than prepared, immediately he gazed through the car window and noticed the chaos as well.
"Dammit!"
He stepped out quickly and rushed, coming from behind them for Shee Bah's rescue.
"Hey hey hey! That's Shee Bah _ Madrat's wife, be gentle with her!" Else you're tired of your job!"
The driver had also stepped out of the SUV, watching from a distance.