Into His Arms

|3| For Travis..

The next afternoon, all schedules planned were postponed. Frankie was shocked by this sudden revelation, that it took some while to settle down the deals and purchases meant for that day. About three official calls, about twenty or so dealing calls, and finally in between, to add spices, his fiancee would call to make sure he had had his breakfast or had he drunk eight glasses of water.

"It just to make sure that big boss isn't making you dehydrated or anything"

Frankie laughed, keeping his head tilted so it held the phone while another arm arranged the sheaf of papers scattered in the main bedroom of his boss.

"Nah! Seriously, can't trust that jerk!"

"Alright, love, that's enough. I'll catch up with you later. Love you"

'Yeah, yeah..love you too..."

Saying so, Frankie ended the call, before another string of curses on Tony barged on him. 

Now, what specialty did this noon have was uneventful, for the lights were swished up and down with balloons, personally by the gardener, Feran and Gidgud, the brown Scottie was tied up from morning onwards. Tony had mentioned vacuuming twice, to a stunned Frankie who knew how annoyed his master was by the whirring sound of that machine, and all the bathrooms were cleaned personally by Feran's wife, Mrs. Felony who often accompanied in case of extra handiwork.

"I guess, its enough right? How big a meeting could it be?', remarked Frankie, at the frustrated Feran who was feeling desolate without Scottie.

"I wish itz ovr. Por Scottie", said his loose accent.

Frankie shook his head and calmed down the man, worse panic attacks over such small matters always ended up in hospital cases.

And just then, a car pulled up by the gate.

"Woah! Mr. Tony, I am impressed", remarked Mrs. Fancy, whose irritating presence was undoubtedly upsetting his master. Frankie made sure both their guests, one unfamiliar and another too much well known were met with juices, cakes, and biscuits; all of the special Iranian taste and aroma.

Mrs. Fancy as always ate little, mentioning her diet and disease controlled her excessive hunger, which wasn't as surprising as calculated. But what caught Frank's eye was the way that lad gobbled up everything. Like a cat, he would smell it. Then give it a lick, to see if it's edible or not, and then in a munch, the entire thing is inside of him.

Munching away, and in a few minutes, he had finished two plates of three variety sweets I had brought for actually two of them.

"..Eats well, I guess:, Frank remarked. 

Tony, who preferred silence, especially when he was agonized often asked Frankie to fill up the awkwardness with his words. As an assistant, he was just doing his job again. 

"What else can be as awesome as it is already?"

Ignoring the question, she pulled down Travis's hands to stop him from hogging and got up with her purse. 

Her body was shining after a body wash, but the wrinkles covered them up, showing how old that saggy skin was.

"Tony let's talk."

But he wasn't listening. 

Instead, he was no longer sitting on the couch. 

Beside Travis, with another bowl of sweets from Feran, was pushing a sweet nut into his hands. 

"Eat"

Travis met eyes.

Again that warmth. But in a man of such pride and pompous, it felt too fake. However feeling altogether hungry, he began to eat again.

Mrs. Fancy was now burning, more or less surprised, like how Frankie stood. He was seeing something he never thought he would perceive in his life once, or maybe never.

"Master-'

'Frankie, take him to the main room"

Travis stood up when Frank gestured him to. His hands still held the bowl of sweets. Maybe in guilt, because his mistress was now trying to kill him through her glares. However Tony di the best thing ever. Grabbing the towel hanging on Feran's shoulder,  he slowly placed it over Travis's eeys and whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Shut you eyes if your ex-mistress is disturbing you"

"Tony!"

Her scream of pain didn't make the big man change his decision. Frankie took away the TTRvis wo was now eating while holding a towel to his eyes, while a still depressed Feran walked away to the garden, for watering.

"Mrs. Fancy, I guess, my actions have spoken"

The latter didn't budge. She felt humiliated and absolutely pained.

"You can leave now"

She sneered.

"And what makes you think so, I would?"

Tony crossed his arms.

"Why wouldn't you? You have nothing to lose anyway"

Her head shook.

"Travis is never for free."

Tony nodded, understanding the deal.

"Anything for him"

She smirked again.

"I assume, this is more than a business deal"

Tony never answered unimportant questions.

"Your deal?"

She nodded, understanding his ignorance. 

"Tony is yours, forever to come and all he is will be yours in return for this ultimate favor..or can I say deal?"

Tony shook his head and stressed.

"It's a deal, no matter what."

Mrs. Fancy, whose mind now revolved around all those moments of love and hatred playing in her eyes. Pushing her away and giving more space to an ideal cook in the kitchen, whose hands are tormented with dirt and feet bare and licking germs. The difference insulted her, and no less severe punishment could solve this.

Her voice threatened the entire room as she spoke.

"Mr. Tony Parker"

The big proud guy now stood, listening.

"Marry my daughter, in return for Travis and look after my businesses after my death"