Romance An Old Debt has to be Paid..by salir

[Lollobionda]

The Guest - 02

But before this, something upsetting took place. Uncle Mansour was arrested.

Meanwhile he had married and had a two years old son. There was some corruption suspected in their 

company. After some months it was sure that he and one colleague of him were guilty. This colleague was 

a friend of him, who was brought to their company by Mansour. He was about the same age but in a lower 

position in the company and I heard he had a not so clean and clear past. I have seen this friend of him only 

one time on the street as he spoke to Meena's father and uncle Mansour. He was a very thin and small person,

so small that as I saw him he had reminded me of a Midget! It was said that they had misappropriated and 

stolen a great sum of money.

The whole Salimi family even children were very upset and depressed. This was normal because everybody in 

the family and especially Meena loved uncle Mansour very much. She was very upset because of his family 

and especially his son. While he was in jail Meena and her parents visited him frequently but after some months

daily life dominated and the visits were only from her parents and this was also not so frequent and I heard it 

was stopped after two years. Meanwhile we heard that his wife wanted a divorce, then they separated and she

took their son with to another city...

We married just after I finished my medical study. Her Parents gave us a beautiful house as wedding Present. Actually the house belonged Meena. It was a big house for us two, with adjacent small Building for guests, a 

garden with swimming pool and two garages. We had noticed that her family had now more money to spend. My parents were told that Mr. Salami’s deceased Aunt was very rich and he inherited her legacy.
My Meena was now 20 and a really beautiful Lady. She was studying laboratory sciences. Some months after 

our marriage, Mr. Salami was retired and his family migrated to another city some hundred Kilometers away. This was the city where he and my mother in law were originally from.

Now it was a little bit quieter around us. We had a perfect marriage, we loved each other and we enjoyed 

our youth and comfortable life. That's not to say we never had disagreements or got crabby with each other. 

We did, but it was generally short-lived. Although we did not had all the same interests, but we had the same core values.

I was working successfully for my specialization in the university hospital and my lovely wife began the last 

semester of her study. We had decided to get our baby after her graduation.

For me our sex life was very good and I thought Meena feels the same. Although it was not kinky by any 

means, we had normal sex. We had our fair share of variety in the bedroom. When I say it was not kinky, 

I mean we were not into bondage, S and M, partner swapping or anything like that, and we were not to experiment with different extra ways to pleasure each other. Obviously she was satisfied with this and I had 

to accept it because I loved her over everything.

I often wanted to share my sexual fantasies with thinking about other ways or other persons in our sex life 

which was very arousing for me, but as I said it was only my fantasy, involving other people even if it was 

just a fantasy made me jealous. That is why I did not allow me to speak about these fantasies. 

Meena and I have been completely faithful to each other throughout our marriage. In fact, my loving wife had 

never sex with another man.

The year after that she finished her study and began to work in the Hospital where I worked. 

It was ideal for me to have her near to me. Practically we were all time together.

This was when she tried to get pregnant.
She was now 22 and I was 27 years old. Best age for us two, to became parents.

But after some months trying there was no sign of pregnancy. After consultation with Gyneacologist it was 

clear that there is no chance for her to become pregnant. She had as young girl some infection that made 

it impossible. This was very depressant for her.

I tried to calm her but there was always a type of sadness in her eyes to notice.

But generally we were lucky and satisfied with our life. Another disappointing incident happened at this time. 

Her father Mr. Salimi had a heart attack and after 2 days in hospital was dead. 

This was another sad time for all the family. Even my parents were very affected. 

Meena was upset for months...

4 years later I finished my Specialization exams and our financial situation improved more. 

Every one of us had a car and we often made holidays in exotic countries and enjoyed our life.

When Meena's 30thbirthday came, I took her out for a nice, romantic dinner.

This night turned out to be one of the most important nights of our life. 

We shared some great conversation and some good laughs. 

She looked magnificent. And I had plans for our night together...

 

Late at night as we got back home we saw somebody had called and left a massage on telephone.

Hello my princess, do you know me still? I wanted to wish you a happy birthday.

I love to see you after so many years. I am in a hotel and this is the tel. number…

It was surprising for us. This was uncle Mansour. He was the only one who called my Meena as princess. 

We talked about it, and then Meena told me: “You know, now when I think, I remember that these days 

he should be freed after twelve years in jail. It is a shame to me that I forgot this. We have to ride to him..”

After 15 minutes we were in his hotel. He looked at least seventy years older, though he was about sixty. 

He was completely bald and had a large belly. He looked darker in his normally red face. But he was smiling 

as always. I could see that he has some old clothes on. Even his shoes were old and spent.

He took Meena in his strong and hairy arms and kissed her face and held her hands in his, looked in her eyes 

and said: “My princess, you look so wonderful, my princess 

is now a very beautiful lady.”

Then saw me and shook hands: “And this is our young Doctor, I am so proud of you both…”

We sat in his hotel room and chatted about half an hour. 

He told us that he had not much money but have to sell one of two inherited houses from his mother to make 

some capital for rest of his life. 

Her mother had died sometime ago and he was her only family member left behind. 

He repeated he was not guilty and some other colleagues were responsible for stolen money from his company. I was not sure if this is true. 

On the other side Salimi family were sure that he was not guilty, especially Meena.

I had the feeling that in addition to her feelings for him as her dear and kind uncle, now he is for her as 

substitute father after death of her real father.
Actually we spoke and laughed about the old times, when she and her siblings were young. 

I was astonished that he did not spoke much about her father. I thought perhaps he does not want Meena 

remember him and became sad.
She was now so happy that he is free, her uncle who was innocent but was arrested and gone to prison for so 

many years … she spoke even about the person or persons who took the money and told him: “Even papa was not sure if you don’t have to do with this, but I was all time sure and told everybody this was not you, not my uncle, I said always and by every opportunity that my uncle is innocent. I told everyone that you are only a victim..”

And then leaned forward, embraced him and kissed his face one more time. 

As Meena looked at me she saw that I am a little bit bored and tired.

She stood up and said: “Now uncle Mansi you are going to stay with us for the next time as long as you are here, you need a house to live and rest after so many unpleasant events and so much suffering. I don’t accept

your staying in a hotel, our home is also yours, isn’t so Nadir?”

The last sentence was spoken in my direction. I responded: “Sure, there is no doubt, you are welcome..”

And then we left the hotel...

At home we were all tired. We brought him to our Guest house and then went to sleep. 

Our Guest house was a separate building for Meena's family when they came to visit.

It was opposite to main building. It was a one floor building on other side of swimming pool with a big living 

room and one bedroom. It had all necessary infrastructure and comfort, even own combination of kitchen 

and dining room.

As we relaxed in our bed Meena turned to my side and said: “Tomorrow I am going with him shopping, 

he needs some new clothes but he had no money, I have to give him some money, I owe him...”

I could say nothing but: “It is okay, I go with.” ….