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

[Lollobionda]

’The Birthday Party - 19’ …

The next two days were fantastic! We both had not to do much in the hospital and we had more time for love, tenderness and hot sex!

The third day was Friday, the day of my planned birthday party.

On Wednesday while breakfasting, Meena asked me if I have read her message in my new car, her gift for my birthday. 

I told her yes, for sure. And thanked her again.

She asked: ‘Both letters?’

I thought one moment it isn't right of me saying I had seen and read just one, because if there was a second message from her, she had wished me to read it and I should have read it and if I say; 'No, I didn't.' she would be disappointed.

Then I responded simply; ‘Yes, sure.’

“Oh, I see. They were two because they were written with one day interval, but I thought I am going to let you read both, after all they both were addressed to you…” She said. She was waiting for a statement from me. 

I noticed.

I changed the topic of conversation: “and you think it is okay to go eating outside and then return home on Friday.”

“Yes, it is better not to eat at home. To manage a dinner for over ten people is not easy for me.”

“Okay. I leave it to you.”

“I know my baby, you do it as always!”

Then added after a short puase: ‘Did you organize the registration for your new lady?’

She has meant my new car.

“Yes, but I have just one lady!”

“Thank you, my lord! I want you to bring it home tomorrow, I mean at your birthday party, your Birthday gift should be here!”

“I will do it..”

Meena stood up, came to me and kissed me on my lips and said: “Now we have to move, it is too late.”

Thursday at noon, as I called Meena to go together for lunch, at the canteen of the hospital.

She told me, 'Hamed is going with me.'

“Who is Hamed?” I asked.

“Did you forget my new colleague?”

“Oh, yes. The new assistant. I didn't know his name.”

“Now you know it! You'll meet him soon.” And she giggled.

“I am curious!” I said.

“Me too, my baby, me too!”

As we three were there, I shook hands with him. 

Hamed was between thirty to thirty-five, I guessed. A bit higher than me and very good looking. 

I looked at him and told me 'he spends obviously much time in the fitness club and much money for his appearance and clothing'.

Meena sat next to him and in front of me. 

I could see that he was very attentive about Meena. 

He was very polite with me and very personally and trustful with her, more than friendly! I could see even my presence didn't make him hold back. 

She looked often in my eyes. I had the feeling she tries to see my reactions and to read my thoughts. 

As we were saying goodbye, he told me we three could meet and go for dinner one time, and added: "Unfortunately, I have no wife or girlfriend…"

I said: "No problem. Sure, you two, can plan it. I mean plan to go out together!"

Meena said to him: “We'll do it, okay?”

And then to me: "See you at home, baby."

At home, we chatted about him, after dinner, while sitting to the TV.

Actually Meena began it: "What do you think about Hamed?"

- A nice guy, but a little bit outrageous!

- Why outrageous, did he say something?

- No, but he comes too close to you.

- He is close to me!

- Pardon?

- I mean he is a good friend and a helping hand.

- Okay, okay. We have to talk about these two subjects. What do you mean he is a good friend, how long is he working with you as a co-worker?

- Some weeks.

- And after some weeks you both are so called 'best friend?'

- We understand each other well and he is as I said a very helpful person.

- Do you mean helping at work

- Yes, what else? Oh, now I understand. My generous Lord is jealous! Ha ha! But stay relaxed. I like him like my brother...

- I am not jealous. You have to be careful. I am just worried about you and I don't trust the strangers.

- Nadir, he is no stranger and he is a cordial and honest person, but if you don't like him we don't need to meet him, you have to decide about this and I accept it...

It seemed she is a little bit hurt over my opinion about her new colleague.

Apparently she liked him, but how far?

This made me more worried.

But at the same time the old feeling made my heart beat a little rapidly. I was excited and my sick brain had visions to fantasize!

I preferred not to discuss more and follow this subject some other day.

But Meena gave no rest: “That means I'm going to tell him we have no time to go out with him, right? Is this okay?”

“No, Meena, it is not okay. I have no aversion against him and no problem to go out with him. You can make an appointment. If you like even you can invite him for my birthday party!”

“I love you baby. Not because you agree to meet him. I love you because I love you, that's it! And I am so happy that you care about me! But I am not going to invite him...”

“Why not, I am serious, he is a good friend, isn't he?”

Meena looked in my eyes. Then giggled and said: “What is going on in your small head, my perverted Lord?! Do you fantasize some dirty games?”

- I love you.

- I know, but now answer me, are you sure about the invitation?

- Yes, I am sure.

- Okay, I ask him.

We took Friday time off.

At noon Mansour was there. Their greeting was as normal as always. Meena was busy to prepare for our night program and the cleaning woman of my parents was helping.

The party was planned in the garden.

I guess Mansour was a bit nervous, he was not sure how to behave and all time was watching Meena's movements. 

On the contrary, Meena was completely relaxed in this respect. She was just busy with her working.

After lunch, I told Mansour if he likes to drive with me, to get my new car, and said; "I need somebody to drive the second car and Meena has no time."

He looked at her questioningly.

She said: “Yes, Mansi, it will be very kind of you.”

“It is no problem princess. I drive with him.”

As we got my new car, I had no time to search and read Meena's other letter.

At home, I searched it in a hurry and find it in the glove box of the new car. I was dying of curiosity.

Meena called me.

“Nadir, You have to collect the Birthday cake, fruits and beverages. We have not much time.”

I had also not any time to read the letter. I got upstairs and let it on my table and left for the store...

The evening in the restaurant was pleasant. We were nineteen people, my parents, my sister and brother with their wives and children, our nine friends that means four couples and Hamed. And of course Mansour.

Meena was a most beautiful woman oft this night. She wore a white, sexy summer dress and everybody admired her, even the ladies.

My mother told me one time more, that I am a lucky devil to have such an angel as my wife. 

I responded I knew this.

About nine o’clock we left. I was a bit drunk and I noticed that Mansour is not much better! Meena rode our car.

My parents and siblings left for home, because of my father who was tired and the children. The rest of the guests went along to party at home.

I was much of time sitting next to Mansour and Meena was almost all time in motion.

She danced one time with me and one time with her uncle. But not particularly intimate. He was waiting and holding back to examine her reactions, I thought.

On the other side was Hamed. He was very handsome, I had to admit. His dark hair and sun bronzed face was such a contrast from the others. As they were dancing, often I noticed him, brushing against Meena and thought to myself, this is no accident. 

He was a very good dancer.

The bottles of champagne were empty, everybody was a bit drunk.

They danced perhaps four or five times, together.

I had even the feeling, he chooses intentionally a quiet spot to dance where they are not seen well and Meena was at this moments really in his arms. He held her often firmly, and it seemed to me with his hand behind her head, he keeps her locked onto him, then I saw at least one time he planted a little kiss on her neck. 

Meena pushed him back and said something a bit firm and then looked at my direction. 

I noticed that Mansour is also watching them with red face and trembling lips.

I was really jealous. More than the times about Mansour.

This guy was a young, very gorgeous one, other than the old uncle. He could become dangerous.

I looked back into her eyes, which were fixed on me. I was not sure at all, if she can resist the seduction attempts of this young man.

As finally his hand found her bum, Meena told him some words and broke the dance.

She came to me and looked in my eyes, and said: “Are you okay, my birthday boy?”

“Absolutely okay! But your uncle is tired I think.”

“No, I am not tired. I am enjoying the party, perhaps not so much as you two, but yet though!”

He was obviously angry and upset. 

Meena noticed this and said: “I think our guests are going to leave. And after that, you two can relax.”

At this moment the guests came one after another to take leave and say goodbye.

The last one was Hamed, who, talked shortly with Meena at the gate which I didn’t hear. I hoped some of the conversations, even while dancing, to be recorded by my multiple hidden cameras. 

After they left, we two, helped Meena a little to bring the tableware and glasses into the kitchen.

I told them I am leaving to the bedroom and Meena responded, she is coming soon.

Really after short minutes she was there and saw me cleaning. 

She waited, sitting on the bed, and as I came out she asked provocatively: “Are you okay?”

- Yes, for sure, why do you ask?

- I had the feeling that you are upset!

- Me? No, not me, but your uncle!

Meena laughed and said: “Okay. I am reassured. Can I do something for you? Have you any special request?” And giggled seductively.

“Not today Meena. I am very tired, and I think I need a good sleep.”

Meena looked at the clock and said to me: “You are right, it is too late, my dear. I have to look after my old uncle and then I come also to sleep. Good night my baby.”

She kissed my lips and left to downstairs.

I waited one minute and then got out of the bedroom. As I was near the steps I noticed, she is coming out oft the walk in closet.

She had changed and now wore a short skirt and at the last moment I saw the black necklace on her neck!

She left for outdoor and as I ran to the window, I saw her entering into the guest house.

I went back into my study. And turned on the cameras live. Meena came in the guest house, living room. Mansour was sitting and waiting. He stood up and went to her and embraced her. 

Meena said nothing and stood there without any reactions.

She looked now, like a teenager with her short skirt and white blouse. Her necklace was obvious to see. 

As Mansour noticed her uncomitted behavior, took a step back and said: “What is the problem princess?”

“There is no problem uncle. You wanted to see me and now I am here. Okay, what did you expect?”

"I thought, you… you…"

“You thought I am going to sleep with you? Mansi we spoke the other day about everything. I am not going to have sex with you, not more, never. You are my uncle and I invited you as my uncle to the birthday party of my husband.”

“I understand my princess, you are in love with your new colleague and have no interest more…”

“Stop that at once Mansi. You are not allowed to speak about me so, not even think about me so, if you want to continue your contact with me. You are for me my uncle, still, then let it be… I love Nadir and that was it… You can not imagine how lucky I am about his comeback. I am not risking my life for a fuck session with somebody else. The only way that what happens between us two, is if Nadir personally allows you to touch me…”

And he laughed cruelly: “Then why are you clothed now so, as I wanted always, is this for me or not? Or is this just a game to let me suffer more?”

“No, I don’t want you to suffer. I wanted it never. I thought I wore for the last time for you, so how you like to see me. I am going to wear this necklace for you never again, in the future. But I love you still and want you to stay my uncle. Now, I am leaving, my husband is waiting for me.”

Then she went to him and kissed him on his cheeks and left.

He waited some moments and then went into the bedroom.

I hurried to the bedroom. Meena came after some moments.

Then went into the bathroom and in some minutes she was sleeping next to me.

I couldn't sleep. I stood up and left for my study. I wanted to watch the dance scenes and the moment of Hamed's leaving.

From dance scene there was nothing to hear. But I could clearly see her mad reaction to his try to kiss or grope her. Their goodbye scene was clearly to hear. Hamed apologized to behave so stupidly, but he said, he couldn't control himself, she is tonight too beautiful.

Meena smiled and responded: ‘Thank you for your nice compliment. But I was shocked. Excuse me if I was a bit rough.’

Then he left…

After watching the recordings I decided to read finally her second letter to me: 

"My dearest,
I don't know if I give this letter to you or not, but I have to write it.

For hours I sit in our garden and review our common life, thinking about how it was, how it went by and how it is, now, as we stand at the start Points of our separate ways... I saw them, the rage in your words, but more the sadness in your eyes, and this is what makes me more ill-fated and miserable, and the deep sorrow in your eyes...

I sit here and observe my surroundings, the breeze is hot, it burns the skin, the clouds are not more small and white, but united and gray, the stars, seem to be burned and waiting to drop down. Your roses, which you planted, are not more bright red, but pale and colorless. The blue tit has forgotten his song. The butterflies are losing the beautiful colored points from their rainbow wings.

Your favorite musician, "Leonard Cohen" sings false: I am full of vacuity, I am floating in emptiness, as if I have no weight, And I am weeping up to the eternity...and all this, because you are so sad…

Yours for always.

Meena." ...

The date of writing the letter was, the day before I saw the car in my parent’s home. The day in which she was not working in the hospital and spent almost all time in the garden. 

I was now very moved and lucky. I had to wipe my eyes. 

I thought to myself: ‘I have now my Meena, completely and more!’

I went into the bedroom. 

My angel was sleeping, I looked at her face and whispered: "Sleep well my angel and dream beautiful and sweet." ...

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