“Do you just wish I die?” Indira.
“You wish,” God mother.
“Why everyone died?” Jeremy.
“Well, someday I will be gone as well,” Indira
I just cannot believe that uncle Shrine passed away. I was not invited for the funeral since Indira and I only occasionally talk. Last time she got mad when I was criticizing her being drunk while joking with me on weird stuff.
“What did she say?” Aniram.
“Well you know your mom, just random stuff and weird. But now she is being checked so I basically do not want to know how many people dislike her not really about what she has done,” me.
“So are you going to the funeral?”
“Sure why not.”
Again, the funeral is in Mumbai since uncle Shrine’s last wish is not to have the funeral the same location as God mother.
“Why did you believe she is the love of his life?”
“Because you never can forget who bring you to the world of rich since when there is never lack of attractive people, so as, the elites,” me.
Yes, no one can be different since the time can fix everything.
“Hi, you are here,” Boshi.
“I cannot believe that you arrive this early,” me.
“Where is your partner?”
“Oh, I came with other colleagues.”
Yes, even uncle Shrine is no longer part of the Radiance, he gained respect throughout the years that he put his love to the organization.
It is more about, domestic violence.
One time God Mother at the dinner saying, “oh it is just a scar when Shrine and I were fighting,” and then she pointed at her eyebrow.
I was like 13 years old and I was wondering how she can be so chill and talk about domestic violence so chill and no one seemed shocked a bit.
“So domestic violence is normal,” Aniram.
“I don’t know. It is basically is not but when you look at the person individually, you just don’t feel that severe. Plus, you more believe in the rumor caused the violence not the violence was initiated by anyone,” me.
Indira was in a black suit that day and she looked more serious than God mother’s funeral where she was at.
Only differences, “who comes to talk a bit.”
Before the rule is raising hand and now I just do not care that much.
Plus, I was at the first line.
I walked to the stage and looked at uncle Shrine’s white face.
White face because he is Indian and they put heavy make up on him.
“Dash you cannot do that,” Shrine.
That was the last word from Shrine to me, many years ago.
Yep, someone you do not know how and no matter how many years past, he is there.
“I remember the first time when I met uncle Shrine…”
“Cough Cough” Indira made the sound to get my attention.
There was a stand so I was like why not not to jump into the topic too soon.
I unbuttoned my suit and put both my hand on the stand. I then looked left and right.
“He basically told me that I could be very successful and at that time, I just felt happy. I did not know why. It was like a gift from God. It was like I would just believe that I did not need to do anything while can be very successful. He said something about my look and I was fat while enjoying the snakes every day at school. Later, I learned accounting but never become one since it was so damn hard….”
Then people started laughing.
“What is not hard? Or more hard? To love someone. There is rumor that my mom is still alive and I was like. But we got all the money?!?!” and then I use my smirke smile at Indira.
And then beside her everyone is laugh.
And I was like “wait for it”.
“Oh one time when Indira and I were talking about uncle Shrine, I was like what that feels like? I basically believed that Indira won a war when they were divorced.”
And then the entire room is very very silent suddenly, like the old say, “you can sense a needle dropping on the floor while ignoring it.”
“But life has its evolution. When Indira and I stepped into our adulthood, we just know. It is not really about who has the possession of whom. It is more about, the purpose of life. I again still remember that at god mother’s funeral, uncle Shrine still was bringing up whether he is god mother’s love and then today….”
I paused a bit, and then pretending crying by pulling up the napkin in my suit and then, a G drive dropped.
“I am so sorry I am just a little bit touched.”
Indira was shocked………….
“Uncle Shrine, you win. You are the love of my god mother to the eternity!”
After I picked up the drive, I looked at Indira for a second and to confirm whether she figured that out, I shake the drive a bit to her eyesight.
And then I walked back and then Indira back to the stand.
Yes, the second one basically was a duplicate of the first one. Each employee, each ordinary employee gives their appreciation while they totally forgot it was uncle Shrine’s funeral.
“While at least I told her the truth,” while walking Aniram out since she had somewhere to go and thereafter I back to room chatting with Boshi.
Boshi is a new friend that I made while I was in France. After having experienced countless “bona fide” jobs, I found new friends always bringing you new perspective.
“Why is that?” Indira asked me.
Ok so now Indira and I actually playing a different game. Saying something irrelevant and trying to sense whether we have the sibling unagi to sense the meaning underlying.
“Because someone just believe what happened before happens now.”
“But it never happened to you.”
“It did, remember that rich dude I dated, I saw him at the gym the other day but it was not him.”
“So?”
“It is weird. Basically, he felt proud if someone made me think of him while, it was not him.”
“Where was it?”
“In New York, but that dude looks like someone from Turkey and Pakistan.”
“Ok, let’s talk about your marriage.”
“You wish, since you have the freedom to get divorce but I do not.”
“You wish, since you have the freedom to get divorce but I do not.”
“No, I mean you wish to change to another subject.”
“I didn’t.”
“I am hungry, let me go get something to drink.”
There is new rule that alcohol is not served at uncle Shrine’s funeral since he is a seriously accounting guy.
I went back to Indira’s car and opened the little fridge. I did not find the Tito’s but only Whiskey.
I was like, “why not as long as it is not red.”
I opened the small bottle, and smelled it first. Thereafter, I grabbed one glass from the seat. I just always trust the cleaness of Indira’s stuff.
After poll a bit, I had a sip and then I had an inhale.
I enjoy every moment when I have my first drink during the day and the first bite. Indeed, it make you suddenly abrogate this world.
In Indira’s car, I looked outside and still thinking about how magical is Mumbai. A city I am really feel related but not really my city.
I enjoy the taste of Curry and later on because of rumors, I eat less.
I enjoy the taste of Red, but when I turned another person after drinking it. I drink it when I want to misbehave.
Since it is not God Mother’s funeral. People leave really soon after they have arrived there.
After I went back to the hotel, Indira was closing her eyes while facing uncle Siner.
“Inshallah,” Indira.
Five years ago……………………………………………………………..
“Hi, this is my invitation to a Yard party that I am hosting this weekend,” Dernio.
Dernio is a new employee of Radiance whose background is very rich. Every time I looked at him, I tried not to think about someone.
Why? Because some topics when start, can go very far.
After being busy for awhile in Paris, I totally forfeited the old rich life that I had with Indira.
“I still remember mom, you know, I just did not care at all. I was like whether to waste Tuition on GMAT prep more seriously or my dating time with Taver. But when I look back, indeed that’s once a lifetime,” my birth mom and I rarely have tea meeting, and I talked about my relationship. With mom, I usually enjoy talking about my academic stuff.
“But it is ok, life has its mode,” mom.
“By the way mom, I am going to a yard party hosted by a new colleague. Remember you said, someone would just not forgive me and keep haunting?
How does it feel? I meant in comparison to mother-son relationship,” me.
“I think it is more complicated and the mother-son relationship it is more about whether the progress of life is optimistic. But when it comes to spousal or dating relationship, the jealousy part can go very far,” mom.
“Well, I am going to very very dress up,” me.
With a charming smile and another sip of the tea, my mom left me with a smile and continued reading magazine.
I left the café and then went to the magazine stand. I grabbed the same one since I was curious about what mom has been reading.
“Omg, who wrote that?” I was talking to myself. Now when I read magazines, I try to sense who are the target audience and whether the information on magazine is truly advance and current.
Boshi is going to the party too since he told me so.
I went to the gym first and had a facial at the spa. Yes, when you mom gives you the coupon, you will just joke about whether she is Russian or not.
But one thing that I have been more careful about is whether to let a real human to do a facial.
Unicore gym is mom’s new investment, and I am scared of asking her whether the gym can make money or not.
There is a rumor that mom has a pattern in diabetic drug so she used the proceed investing in gyms. At least, it is an alternative if people choose so, for those who complaining about the cleanness of the gym so they can not go.
It is because when you are at the gym, you calculate. The membership fee can never reach to the cost of the rental but if you seriously own the property, then there is always an argument maybe a restaurant can make more money.
The new facial service invented by mom is that there are pots and the bowl are covered with towel. The towel is with different layers so it is not human touch while you can control the volume of the cosmetic stuff that you can soak your face in while the nasal part is left out.
Of course, the best scent and you will just feel rich when you are in the private room while the instrumental is playing.
After the gym, I went to my uncle’s apartment since it is nearby. Indeed, I finally find a country where I do not speak their first language, but English can always make me get around. The best thing is, living is free.
I opened the fridge of my uncle and saw beer bottles with half beer. I was like yew~.
He has a wood closet where he told me that if I wanna drink something heavy, I can just have it.
Since I feel more relaxed and social after I am not sober, I first lighted a joint where I just got from Amsterdam and then cleaned one short glass from the cabinet.
I always wash the glass and then clean with paper towel.
Thereafter, blow the empty glass to get all the ashes out. Yes, you do not want to drink expensive liquor mixed with paper towels.
While watching French TV shows, I just cannot not immerse myself into it. It seems dramatic but at same time, I felt it is fictional since the missions are not very serious.
“Hi you are here. Where is your partner?” I asked Boshi.
“Oh, my friends are inside of the living room playing poker.”
“Really? With money or not? I am so wanting to play blackjack.”
“I think they do but I am not sure since I am not a gambler,” Boshi.
“Really? I don’t think so,” Me.
“Oh wow, what a perfect man to be married,” me. I handled his wrist a bit so I can have the room to go to the living room where Dakar is there.
Dakar is also a new friend that I was made in Paris. One time he asked me to go to a gay bar with him, I told him I am not gay.
“But it is always good to go to a gay bar if you date or married to a dude,” I talked to Dakar while squeeze his upper arm. I feel me and him very close in a sense that makes me feel like I am a kid again.
One time a manager was very rude to him and he did not go to work the second day.
When I asked him what happened and he told me because the way the manager spoke to him, he was upset so he did not go.
“AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA,” Me.
“I don’t know what is funny about you laugh at me,” Matar.
“I don’t know. It is just very funny,” I continued laughing.
While everyone is watching us and no one asks what our relationship is.
Dakar really likes to lecturing so I am very happy every time when I host a meeting, I did not need to do the talk.
But weirdly when Boshi talks, I just always criticize him in my mind.
But when there is a chance, I took it all.
“Stop here, and now listen to me,” I turned my watch and the gave him the order.
Indira told me she has a project in California, Ocean Side.
In India, this is called to “possess” a person.
“I have a bad taste in finding my exotic hotel model,” me.
“Yeah, the one looks like Jamie Fox and Michael,” Indira.
Mom told me it was a high crime area with a lot of prostitution activities, that’s why I was curious to go.
However, that was superficial, as I recently found out a secret, a secret to overcome obstacle.
After my gogo boy life in New York, I stopped going to a bar for many years. It is basically because of the social media, when you can find someone there within 1 hour, how you can waste your time to find someone in a bar?
First you need to do eye contact, second, you need to find the chance to have a conversation, third, you need to be sure what to talk about what not to, fourth, you then talk about going home or not and lastly, how can you expect not to be surprised?
Unless, it is a different era, a true, and different era.
Mom opened a bar in West Hollywood. I saw one of my half siblings there as a bartender but people kept looking at us to see whether we would do something.
We usually don’t but since everyone there very Frenchy. You can kiss goodbye to the guard in a Frenchy greeting way.
“Oh, but you guys’ face together for too long when doing it,” someone.
“We did not,” him.
His name is Alex, of course, Alexandra Niche.
But I do secretly enjoy that as a bartender, he wears the tank top shows his body and I got to touch his wrist while hugging him.
It reminds me me and Zezo, when we were praying together.
The only difference is that, he feeds me drugs.
One time he put a pill into the drink and the next thing that I remember is that, I went to an apartment with another person.
Our bet is whether I had the gut to ask for money.
“Nah, I just want to see a luxury apartment in Beverley, oh no, a house, Mansion” me.
But it was very tempted to have that sort of fun and bet.
After that night, another god dad of mine got mad so I did not get to see Alex for like a month and he was not allowed to work on Friday nights no more.
“But you gets to hang out there,” me, “show me your phone.”
“No, don’t invade my privacy,” Alex.
That night Alex was not there and I went to the bar.
I was sitting next to God dad. He was the security guard and told me he works there.
The music plays and I did not know why only if when a former actor in Gossip Girls is working, the music sounds good.
I had about 4 glasses of bourbon while watching the sports on TV, again, the American Football which I never can figure out the rules or how people can be happy watching it.
I feel drinking has its magic. It relaxes you and at the same time as Indira said, “if you are truly drunk, you will not be able to do anything.”
“If I am tipsy and possessed, I can do everything. Since, I am another person,” me.
Before the end of the night, a guy was siting crossed the bar. I did not say a word in French, after seeing him looking at me, I approached, “hi, it is time to take me home.”
And then I kissed his lips and toungue for 2 minute.
Everyone in the bar is watching and I feel the room suddenly paused in a zoom. The atmosphere of the room frozen to a warm degree. I remember after the end of the kiss, I looked at the bartender with my left eye, “why are you watching?”
The color of the lights that night I still remember, enough to make someone mad.
“Why you come to my gym?????” me, the second day.
“You know? he works at the bar,” and then he looked at me with his friends while laughing, the following weekend.
“Is he the person that I kissed that night?” I asked myself, “no I don’t think so.”
Suddenly I woke up at the bar standing, the person was gone.
“Ok, at least not taking anyone home tonight,” me.
Dernio came to the living room with two plates on his hands, one with red meat one with seafood.
I had munchy that day so severely, so I picked one BBQ lobster tail and asked Dakar to tear it for me.
“I am enslaved,” Dakar.
“Oh yeah, especially how they treated you,” I flipped my eyes while taking the lobster tail with half skin on it.
“Prostitution is illegal!!” Gold Mother No. 2 yelled at me.
“Ennnnnn, soooooo good,” I was eating while watching people playing poker.
After one tail, I went out to have
some cigar to wake myself up since being not awake can feel you are possessed.
Boshi was standing outside with his friends, and I went out while sitting next to them. Since I am learning French, so I was listening to them to learn the language.
But for a second, I felt I was listening, or I should say invading their privacy.
I feel happy and at the same time I was wondering if it is my zone.
It is all because when I was learning English and watching friends all the time. I felt I was pretending Rachel all the time.
Of course Indira is Chandler and Ross sometimes.
“Hi, you are finally here,” Boshi.
“…..” I was in the bed with Boshi and just woke up from a nap. I put half of my body on top of him while cuddling him. There is curtain in uncle’s apartment, but with the dense nature light, I can still see the shape of his face.
He usually talks a lot, which I do not like but that night he was kind of very quiet.
For a second, I was like “who is this person?”
And then I tried to sense the shape of his shoulder, arm, belly, etc., and then I was like omg Him.
Thanks God I was still feeling the weed and alcohol and then Boshi said, “oh since you wake up, I got to go.”
I turned around and then waiting for the door closed.
After I heard the sound of the elevator, I switched the lock off since no one can enter the apartment that way.
“Hi good morning,” me.
“Good morning,” Boshi.
The next week, I was having a dinner with my husband.
Me and him usually do not talk to each other even when we eat together.
However, I feel when something happened, I need to bring it up before he brings it up.
“I think I cheated. I am so sorry,” I was staring at him through the glass.
“Who is that person? Tell me about him,” current husband.
“Oh, Boshi, the new American idol,” Me.
6 Months earlier…………………………………………………………………
“I always cannot believe that life can be this governing,” me.
“Who says it is not,” Indira.
Me and Indira were at a big event hosted by Kwat, a friend I have not been seeing for long.
Who is that person? I think you should have known.
The lights were shining and I can see all indie artists’ eyes. How loyal they are for their dream, to become a true artist? You can tell.
On that day, I just believe that I could see 50 Cents, so I purchased the ticket. It is very weird because the only way you can get close to the stage is not by purchasing the expensive ticket, but to arrive early.
“Why I don’t feel it no more?” Me.
“You grew old,” Indira.
Yes, when I see a celebrity now, I try not to think that much but to feel I can feel the rush.
When 50 Cents was walking in and waving to the crowd, I applause and screaming along with the crowd while Indira looking at me with weird eye. She hinted that I am pretending another person again.
“Sush~” I went to the bathroom, and then to the bar. I brought back us two glasses of Whiskey on rocks and hers is with lemon.
She put the lemon between her lips and taste the juice a bit, then shot it all.
“Ueh——” while I was taking one sip at the time and holding the whiskey under my tongue a bit before swallow it.
“Ok, let’s make some calculation. First, everyone needs to pay $45 dollars to get in and there were 300 participants. So the total input they can have is $13,500 but the venue at least cost $ 8,000 for a day giving the space and not really, plus the equipment and labor, at least $20,000. At least the booths can give split, but I do not believe. Oh yeah, only me do not buy food here.”
“It can be a break-even thing,” Indira.
Indira and I were so quietly enjoy our mini-concert while listening to the lectures given by the musician.
“I think if I can, I will write for 50 Cents’s script,” Me.
“And then doing what?” Indira with a bit tipsy attitude hinted something else.
“I will write something like. We are not at that era no more, and timing is very important. What is more important, is that I am here to help each of you to achieve the dream you want. The UnitedMaster is a gate for you to enter the field and the next thing to do is, gambling,” I started laughing and then the guy sitting before me looked back hinted I was being too loud.
“Or we can do this. We find someone, build someone and then buy all the fake streams and then leave all the real comments. That person cannot know, and our target audience cannot know. So who should we pick?” and then she was looking at me.
I pinned the guy who just looked at me and hinted I was rude. “Hi sir, we are Radiance Label, and we are here to explore new artist. The hip-pop type which our label is lacking. There is totally no out of pocket from you but with a bit competition and process. If you are interested, let me know,” I handed the guy a card.
His name is Boshi.
“Why him, it is so an outdated pick,” Indira complained while having a second shot, my leftover Whiskey.
Indira and I were crossing each other’s arm. We do not usually hold hands.
Yes, when you picked the bona fide pray, the rest needs to be non-bona fide.
I went to Matar the second day, “hey dude, there is a new project of the company. I know you DJ rapping a bit. Which role you wanna play? The audio engineer? or the competitor-participant?”
Matar, “I don’t care your shit!”
“Well, let me know if you change your mind boo,” and then I followed him a loving emoji.
And then I called another old friend to ask if he is interested. I got rejected as well.
“Maybe go to school,” I called indira and requested to have a seminar at Music College, Mumbai.
I flew to Mumbai and was able to have a seminar. The slogan is, “Come to America”.
Of course, ESL has to meet at least 8 and there must be publication requirement. Screening process is more fun. But why they were not the target?
15 of them, all look American.
The name of camp thereafter started. June 01, 2020.
Boshi came on the first day as well with the 15 music elites from Mumbai and all of them pretending American. That is part of the contract.
Of course, the morning lesson is public speaking. In front of the camera, you presenting yourself.
Before close of the day, Gym with instructors.
After 6 pm, beautiful $ 500 cash handed to each.
20-day program, $10,000 to their pocket, if Boshi can make it.
How much Boshi was getting? ZERO.
“Hi good morning sir,” Boshi.
“You can call me Dash,” me.
“So, today’s lesson is public speaking. After you become a public figure, you will definitely have the chance to talk about for example, new music,” me.
“So Shrik, tell me if an interviewer asks you what’s your inspiration of HipHop music, what’s your answer?” Indira.
“I…..I….I….think….uhhhh.,” Shirk.
I interrupted the awkwardness since Shirk was surprised by saying, “yes so when you have a question you do not know. You can just think about the first answer comes to your mind and give your answer immediately. So, if I were you, I would just say ‘I don’t know’ and the laugh it out. But definitely, it may not work for everyone.”
Boshi started talking, “I can say JayZ because you can see the progress of his rap music. At the beginning, it felt gangish which connects to his people but when he becomes an idol, you can sense the way he raps also changes. His fan can sense the classism still preserved in his music while the progression is very nature,” and then he looked at me a bit thereafter.
“How about you Tonni?” Indira.
“I like Kanye’s music and Diddy’s that’s it,” Tonni.
Of course, it was in 2020, not 2025.
I seriously like Diddy’s music even in 2025. I shall say, R Kelly as well.
Malon is very pretty. He is the only one I feel looks like white American. He is very quite and his music also has a taste, the Rap with melody and at the same time he is a bit shy.
Malon and Boshi always work together on music.
“So, you don’t think they also work on something else?” Indira again pulled bad moral character talk with me.
“I think Malon is very cute,” me and then another sip.
Indira and then looked very confused.
“I like classical rap music from the 80s that gives me the history why rap music exists and why certain lyric is not very appropriate per certain classes but still lasts until today. People like it,” Malon.
I applause while proudly looking at him.
“Oh, how about you?” and then Indira looked at me for answer.
“I don’t know,” and then I started laughing.
In the afternoon, there was a dancing training session. It was just very funny when the teacher is from Korea and I always joke about Indira has Korean blood and saying something like but we are Japanese.
“But there is no Japanese HIP Pop dance teacher!”
“Yeah, I think we are poor now. The 500 dollars per person is so damn expensive,” me.
“Not that expense, look,” Indira.
A girl, Mashalla walked to Boshi, “I did not get this move. It seems very difficult and I think you got it very well.”
Mashalla is someone Indira super dislikes I don’t know why. Also around that time she did not date anyone so I was like, “why?”
Yes, we both agree the only differences between us is she can be jealous and act on it and everyone thinks that’s normal and ok.
“Me? I don’t think there is anything wrong with her makeup, the perfume, a bit,” me.
Yeah, when you mom gave you a perfume shop to manage, it is just when you see the price and the niche and the timing. You got it.
“I was first try to twist my body a bit but not over so I can have the time to react on the beat and at the same time, still align with the other dancers,” Boshi and then continued his presentation for like 5 minutes.
“So bad,” I was talking to my mind while educating myself, “can never say something like ‘oh you like someone I will never date’ because someone weird may happen.”
I walked to Boshi, “ok show me.”
He did not seem happy but repeated the entire routine.
“Wow, well done,” me.
“Thanks sir.”
I walked out room and went straight to Indira’s car and gave a phone call to Matarr, another Matarr not Matar.
“Hey baby, why have not I seen you for awhile? That’s too long,” me.
“You chose it,” Matarr and then hung up the phone.
I looked outside thereafter and cannot careless. I took another sip and then took a deep breath.
When I was scrolling down the phone, I could not stop thinking. When is the next round of karma? Since I became the back then devil again.
I still remember the first one hit by me, the second hit me and I swore to god I will never hit someone.
And then today I find out the abuse can be invisible and immeasurable and unmeasurable.
God Mother No. 2 has a soulmate. I never asked their relationship but I remember she told me now sometimes she cannot listen to his voice and sometimes, it even scares her.
Yes, the voice.
Boshi is a great singer, but it is just I don’t know why I don’t like his singing.
“Tell me how I can get you?”
“Never.”
Matar came to my bar where I was serving customer Whiskey on rocks. He was standing there while not looking at me.
Yes, I achieved my second dream, to open a regular bar in Harlem, New York.
“Why is that fun?”
“Because you did not know here the apartments are empty or not.”
The process of creating a bar is super fun. I felt that I went back to my naive year when tone of money on my hand and the only thing I needed to think is whether I spent it smartly.
Being pitched is seriously less awkward than pitching.
“Ok, so tell me why should I hire you?”
“Because I am hard working and insisting plus I have the taste which may make your bar standing out.”
“So, you know how I want the bar to look like?”
“Probably, the one you see in airport.”
“Yep, ten-year ago airport.”
“How about the light?”
“The one looks like Iboul’s light.”
“So bad.”
Iboul is my new pet, a gecko. Iboul and I have a secret zoom which is very private. A zoom cannot be affected by any rumors.
“Budget?”
“$ 200 per square foot?”
“That’s not realistic.”
“It can be less.”
“When should we have the next meeting?”
“I think it is almost time.”
Life is more complicated than relationship and relationship is more complicated than life itself sometimes.
It is just very weird that by speaking the words that can lead you to a world.
“Why did you continue?”
“Because you lied to me.”
“I didn’t I just cannot.”
“I did not say you can and you know what? Our game is we both do not let the other have the other and see who feels the painfulness. That can be fun.”
After Matar went to business school, he seriously became a stand up manager. He just has more sense in comparison to the old version of him. It seems he got more new stuff which I do not know but the person still remains the same.
“What is not the same?”
“You!”
The purpose of operating a bar can be due to monetary concern, but it also can be due to the fact that if I want to meet a new person, where should I go?
“My place please.”
“You wish.”
The randomness gives the passenger an excuse to enter the gate. I am so happy that I listened to him, no TV in the room.
“Why is that?”
“It is just not very classic and you do not want to duplicate the Gym Bar in Hells Kitchen.”
“What to duplicate?”
“Yeah also no Bad Bitch Academy. That comedy you did is weird.”
“Why is it weird?”
“It is just too private and too classism and people who discriminate will just discriminate you.”
“See? You doing that again.”
Again, I am so glad that I listened to him to make the bar “Quiet”.
The light is dark, when it reflects on the passengers’ skin, all you see is vaguely how their bones look like.
Randomly, they all young and sit near the bartender enjoy their drink.
“What has been ordered most frequently bb?”
“Bourbon on the rocks. Sometimes can be Titos.”
One night a girl was sitting at the corner with heavy makeup and she was looking through her phone waiting for someone. She has black straightened hair and ordered the drink mixes with lemonade. I like to see girls drink sugary drink. I don’t know why.
“Because if they do not, they will be as devil as you.”
I pinned my finger at Matar’s forehead and paused five seconds, that left him with a smile.
“Who is that dude?” Matar called with very angry voice.
“Which one?”
“The American Idol,” Matar.
“A colleague,” me answer.
“I heard about you guys. Everyone is talking about!” Matar.
“No way, I don’t hear anything,” me.
“Can you just wake up a little bit?” Matar again was screaming at me on the phone.
“Well, I told you to come over for the voice lesson so you will know nothing is going on, but you don’t wanna, so what should I do?” I answered.
“You……….bitch,” Matar and then hung up the phone.
“Oh….btw how come when I went to the sauna room and then you just acted like you just touched someone?” I almost said it but at the same time I was like damn I am so smart to not have that conversation with him.
“Why is that?” God Mother No. II and I sometimes really talk about the relationship stuff which I don’t usually talk to the other moms including my mom.
“Because of you, I figure out the beauty and magic of, the Stage,” and then I blinked my eyes to her and we cheered our glasses with Sparkling Forever, which was invented by Kwat.
“Also, he believed it and he was mad. He even told me some gossip which purposefully he tried to put me in another zoom,” I continued, “but now my rule is I cannot say my world is more broad stuff like that because dad does not like me studying French.”
And then she laughed a bit, the conversation ceased.
“Ok, now is the second week. We are half way there and everyone did very good job. We apologize that the contract before was something else and now we say something different,” me and Indira confessed to the remaining 10 individuals.
Well, plus Boshi, it is 11.
“Mashalla, you good. I am sorry you are of course fired,” Indira did this in front of everyone.
“Wait, what if Boshi finds out they are Indians? You don’t think some of them still have a bit accent?” I asked.
“Yeah, I think your argument is correct since you did not know your mom’s voice was British and it fits the voices on subway in Boston,” Indira answered when I repeated the question she asked because she has a clear and clever ear.
“Petter, I think you are very hard working. It is just your Southern accent, sort of not fit into our project, but we will give you $ 10,000 in total for your hard work and participation of this program,” me.
Boshi and then shocked and then looked at me.
And then I was staring and smiling at him. He got it, I was saying, “oh you want the $ 10,000 too?”
Of course, he can get zero, at least at that time.
Shasha came to Indira and my office one day when we were drinking tea together while I put my bare feet on the tea table, “they say bad things about you guys. They say you are pimps.”
“Oh let them talk,” Indira answered.
Usually when this kind of information processed to me I would do some self-reflection and then the next thing is.
“We can pay you guys in advance and we do not really need your NDA since we always completed the project. Thanks everyone for your hard work,” we closed the meeting with handed them a card, “but you can see the money now, and cannot access with the code until, September 10, 2020.”
“I am going to sue your ass off,” Matar.
“For what? Not paying you the DJing fee? You hooked up with one of the girls. I thought you are gay,” me.
“It happens,” Matar.
“Well, not that often,” me.
“How did you know about it? Where did you hear it?” Matar, two weeks ago when we were at our bar and drinking.
“I am not sure. But if you admit, I will let it go. I promise,” I answered him with a very very sincere attitude.
“Ok, it happened once and that night I was drunk,” Matar.
“Are you fucking kidding me???? You slept with a girl from the group are you out of your mind?” I throw the drink onto his face, “don’t ever talk to me again.”
Matar was shocked and I left the bar with everyone watching.
“Wait……but….you…said….” of course I did not give him the chance to repeat that words because a lesson I gave to him on that day is that, “oh you believe what I promised?”
“And then I realized that our kinship is more important than the business operation conflict especially when you are close cousins. So, the lesson uncle Shrine and mom gave us is that, we need to ensure we do not deviate from our common goal, the greatness of the prospect of Radiance Group!” I closed my eulogy and my mom was applauding.
Only Indira was trying to figure out one question, the answer of one question.
“Where are you mom?” Me.
“In Switzerland,” God Mom.