Billionaire's Psycho Wife

Chapter-13

" The news went something like this,' A scientist from the Uchez city has developed a technique to perform nuclear fission reaction inside a considerably small engine. This groundbreaking discovery is believed to pave way for powering huge vehicles like flights, submarines and rockets'. I stood there with a wide opened mouth and frozen head. "

" Yeah, what's with that ? I too got goosebumps when I heard about such a great man. Life has treated your father really bad. But he had showed his true potential. To be frank, your father was my inspira-"

" Where did you read about his life ? ", James broke his speech in the middle.

David looked above and started thinking ," Mmmm..... Where....did....I... I don't remember exactly. "

" You must have heard those shits from the newspaper", he sipped his glass and continued, " Let me finish first then you'll get a good idea of my father. "

" Go on ".

" Like I said earlier, my father was an alcohol anaconda and his tongue was coated with hundreds of layers called lies. If the reporter said my father discovered what kind of drink a person had by smelling their bad breath, I would have believed. But it's nuclear fission. I know very well about him than anyone else.He's a kinda man who would ignite entire house instead of the stove when given a match box. I started doubt whether the news reader was steady or drunk ? I stood their for five minutes without even noticing the fat old shop owner lady caught me stuffing the groceries into my pants and the road roller called the cops. After a lot of weeping, begging, rolling in the floor and singing my mother is sick and my father died in a car accident sympathy song, they let me go and even gave me some cash. Then I went home, scrolled the pages of my neighbor's newspaper till I found my father's news. It's the same scientist blah ! blah ! blah ! and nuclear fission blah ! blah ! blah ! and then I saw that name, for the first time in my life. It was written in the paper that my father was taking care of a mentally ill girl in the house and helping her to socialize with other humans.........The paper made no sense. I threw it away and concluded to myself that they wrongly thought my father as someone else. But I couldn't sleep that night and I ended up visiting the house in the morning. "

" Found anything ? "

" Everything, my father himself told me everything. He got hyped on seeing me, jumped sky to ground for a while, knocked our neighbor's doors and told them I returned even though they never bothered. He was packing everything and I observed the absence of alcohol aroma from his ugly body. He tightly hugged me and wiped his runny nose on my jacket and began weeping over my shoulders.