train of love (4)
“No, I'm not hungry!” He grunted. A few minutes later, while they were having their dinner, the phone rang and before the third ring ended, Faraj picked up the phone, “Hello, can I talk to Sumer, please?” It was Sam’s voice. “Who is calling?” He asked.“It’s me, Sam”. He said.
“She’s not in”. He growled.
“Oh, Could you please tell her that Sam rang and I’ll try to ring her later. Thanks”. Said Sam, slightly bemused. Faraj put the phone down and adrenaline was pumping through his veins, as the anger raised slowly all round his body.
Sumer suspected that Sam had been on the phone. As Sumer finished eating her dinner, she heard her mobile phone beeping on the table. Her hand jumped up to answer it. “Hi, Sam, I miss you so much!” she answered warmly with a beautiful smile painted on her face.
“Hi, where have you been? Is everything okay? I rang you at home a few minutes ago, but your Dad told me that you weren’t in.” He said worryingly. Sumer felt embarrassed because of her father's behaviour, “I'm at home and haven't been out”. She stated flatly. Despite the fact that she knew her father was listening her conversation with Sam, she bravely continued talking to Sam who was astonished with her frankness, and because he wasn’t interested in going any further with her on this subject, he immediately changed it and asked,
“Honey, listen, there is a great movie showing on in Lifly Valley? It’s a romantic movie, you’ll like it. It starts at 9.30 tonight."
“Sure love" She replied. “Will you come over to pick me up or …? She added with a slight grin, ruffling her red hair.
“Sure no problem, see you in a few minutes” He grinned even more broadly! She then hung up and told her mother that she was going to the cinema with Sam. A short time later, Sumer then took off with Sam on his motorbike to the cinema, dumping her father’s threat. It was a chilly Saturday evening and the clock ticked past 9:00 pm, the curfew time her father had set for her. This actually was one of the strict rules that he imposed on her.
While lighting a cigarette, Natasha sat down on the sofa opposite to her husband, “I want to ask you a question; why don’t you leave my daughter alone? Do you want her to spend the rest of her life in a mental hospital? Or do you want her to kick herself? For God’s sake, what has happened to you? When will you stop acting crazy and begin to treat her gently, carefully and smartly?” she asked him, looking miserably at him.
“I’m not as smart as you!” He gave a scornful laugh.
“Well, it seems as if I’m talking to the wall, but I’m warning you . . . keep out of this or I'll cut you in two!" She stiffened, blood rushed to her face as she rose in anger!
“Huh, are you threatening me?” He laughed, raising his sleepy grey eyes to the roof. “Consider it as you consider it but from now on, I’ll kick you out of the house if you continue to oppose Sumer like this and if you think that she is still one of your gambling games, then you’re definitely gonna be the loser”. She replied sharply, blowing the smoke onto his face.
“Oh, bloody hell! How foolish if you think that you’re frightening me?" His shoulders shook as he raised his wine glass to his mouth and burst into a great roar of laughter!