17-02-2019, 12:37 PM
Half an hour later, I am at Trupti's place again. I did not have time to get the keys from the day guard. So I am locked out of my apartment again.
I am sitting in what serves as the living room plus kitchen, looking at a file. Trupti is taking a shower. That's when my cellphone rings. It's an unknown number, but it's 212, so has to be from New York.
"Hello." I answer.
"Hi. Malay here." a cheerful voice says.
"What do you want?"
"Just wanted to call up and ask you... you wanna meet for a drink?"
"No, I do not."
"Come on! I am sure you're just sitting at home alone with nothing to do."
"I am not alone."
"Who are you with? A guy?" Malay asks, sounding a bit jealous.
"None of your business." I say. "But no, not a guy. A girlfriend."
"Get her along too. The more the merrier."
"Malay, I am busy. Please don't call me again." I say and hang up.
A few seconds later, the phone rings again. I disconnect it. It rings again. I put the phone on silent and go to the bedroom.
"Trupti." I call out.
"Yeah?" she answers from the shower.
"I am going to bed." I say.
"Okay. I might step out for some action though."
I lie down on the bed and close my eyes. And try to sleep.
Tuesday.
I wake up on the stinky living room couch. How the hell did I get here? I scratch my head and try to remember. I have vague dream-like recollections of Trupti asking me to move to the couch, because she had a guy with her. I look at the bedroom door. It's closed. I look at the time. Half past six in the morning. At least I won't be late again. In fact I have a few more minutes to sleep. I close my eyes, when I hear the bedroom door open, and I hear a male voice humming a song.
I keep my eyes shut. This must be the guy Trupti was with.
"Sorry, I need to run. Have an early meeting." a familiar voice says.
I open my eyes. It's Malay! Standing over me, buttoning his shirt.
"What the hell, Malay?" I ask angrily. What is this asshole doing here?
"Sorry, I really need to get going." he says and starts tying his shoelaces.
"Why the fuck are you here?" I shriek.
"Keep it down out there." I hear Trupti sleepily yell from the bedroom. I stare at the bedroom door. Malay follows my stare, and looks at the bedroom door too.
"Oh please. Don't tell me." I whisper in disgust.
"Don't tell you what?" he asks. "And why are you whispering?"
"Trupti..." I whisper.
He smiles and shakes his head in amusement.
"Trupti...true to the name. Trupti means satisfaction, right? Or contentment? I gotta say, I am really satisfied. And I'll tell you..."
"Just shut up and get out." I whisper, and throw a pillow at him. It hits him harmlessly on the head.
"Huh?"
"I don't care what the hell you did in there. But I can't stand the sight of you. Get the fuck out." I say, raising my voice.
"Okay, okay." he says, looking puzzled. "I am in a hurry anyway. You're weird."
He starts walking towards me, but I yell,
"Don't come near me. Just get out!"
Malay shrugs and walks out. I hear the door close behind him and Trupti walks out of the bedroom, clad in a bathrobe.
"Nice guy. Good technique in bed." Trupti says, lighting a cigarette.
"Trupti, you...you slept with him?" I ask.
"Yeah. You don't mind, do you?"
"No, I mean..."
"Did you want to bang him first?" Trupti says, winking.
"Not at all. I hate him. How...where...when...how did you meet him anyway?"
"Oh, after I got done with my shower last night and came to the living room, I saw your phone buzzing. I thought it might be important, so I answered. It was this guy. He sounded interesting. So I met him. And you know... don't you remember moving the couch?"
I am sitting in what serves as the living room plus kitchen, looking at a file. Trupti is taking a shower. That's when my cellphone rings. It's an unknown number, but it's 212, so has to be from New York.
"Hello." I answer.
"Hi. Malay here." a cheerful voice says.
"What do you want?"
"Just wanted to call up and ask you... you wanna meet for a drink?"
"No, I do not."
"Come on! I am sure you're just sitting at home alone with nothing to do."
"I am not alone."
"Who are you with? A guy?" Malay asks, sounding a bit jealous.
"None of your business." I say. "But no, not a guy. A girlfriend."
"Get her along too. The more the merrier."
"Malay, I am busy. Please don't call me again." I say and hang up.
A few seconds later, the phone rings again. I disconnect it. It rings again. I put the phone on silent and go to the bedroom.
"Trupti." I call out.
"Yeah?" she answers from the shower.
"I am going to bed." I say.
"Okay. I might step out for some action though."
I lie down on the bed and close my eyes. And try to sleep.
Tuesday.
I wake up on the stinky living room couch. How the hell did I get here? I scratch my head and try to remember. I have vague dream-like recollections of Trupti asking me to move to the couch, because she had a guy with her. I look at the bedroom door. It's closed. I look at the time. Half past six in the morning. At least I won't be late again. In fact I have a few more minutes to sleep. I close my eyes, when I hear the bedroom door open, and I hear a male voice humming a song.
I keep my eyes shut. This must be the guy Trupti was with.
"Sorry, I need to run. Have an early meeting." a familiar voice says.
I open my eyes. It's Malay! Standing over me, buttoning his shirt.
"What the hell, Malay?" I ask angrily. What is this asshole doing here?
"Sorry, I really need to get going." he says and starts tying his shoelaces.
"Why the fuck are you here?" I shriek.
"Keep it down out there." I hear Trupti sleepily yell from the bedroom. I stare at the bedroom door. Malay follows my stare, and looks at the bedroom door too.
"Oh please. Don't tell me." I whisper in disgust.
"Don't tell you what?" he asks. "And why are you whispering?"
"Trupti..." I whisper.
He smiles and shakes his head in amusement.
"Trupti...true to the name. Trupti means satisfaction, right? Or contentment? I gotta say, I am really satisfied. And I'll tell you..."
"Just shut up and get out." I whisper, and throw a pillow at him. It hits him harmlessly on the head.
"Huh?"
"I don't care what the hell you did in there. But I can't stand the sight of you. Get the fuck out." I say, raising my voice.
"Okay, okay." he says, looking puzzled. "I am in a hurry anyway. You're weird."
He starts walking towards me, but I yell,
"Don't come near me. Just get out!"
Malay shrugs and walks out. I hear the door close behind him and Trupti walks out of the bedroom, clad in a bathrobe.
"Nice guy. Good technique in bed." Trupti says, lighting a cigarette.
"Trupti, you...you slept with him?" I ask.
"Yeah. You don't mind, do you?"
"No, I mean..."
"Did you want to bang him first?" Trupti says, winking.
"Not at all. I hate him. How...where...when...how did you meet him anyway?"
"Oh, after I got done with my shower last night and came to the living room, I saw your phone buzzing. I thought it might be important, so I answered. It was this guy. He sounded interesting. So I met him. And you know... don't you remember moving the couch?"
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