Crazy God Mother II Excerpt 3, “the Party”

This Excerpt is a bit exotic so if you are under 18, please do not continue reading. Or shall we say rated R.

“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.

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.

“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
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.

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.

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.

“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.

“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.