Bright Future 2

Chapter 19

Buchi parked before The Continental Hotel, and alighted from Johnny [his sleek black Mercedes G63 AMG]. Tucking his black polo-shirt inside his matching black trouser, he marched inside the hotel.

"So what did I miss?" He asked as Dera ushered him into her VIP suite. "Everything alright?"

"No it isn't — should I get you something to drink?"

"No. I'm okay, thank you."

"Alright then. Have a seat please." Dera offered pointing at a couch beside him, and he sat on it.

"So why did you ask me to come?" Buchi asked, keeping his gaze steady at Dera.

"Your wife called me last night."

"How's that possible?" Buchi asked, shocked. "How did she even get your number?"

"I don't know. I thought you did?"

"Me? Of course not. Why would I do that?" He asked, perplexed.

"I don't know, but it sounds plausible."

"Wait, so what did she say to you?"

"She didn't SAY anything. She THREATENED me, and asked me to stay away from you."

"She did what?" Buchi asked rhetorically in disbelief.

"You see why I thought you gave her my number?"

"I'm sorry. I apologize on her behalf. This is all my fault. I should have explained things properly to her."

"So you told her about us?"

"Of course I did. She's my wife. She deserves to know the truth." Buchi explained, eyeing Dera warily.

"Cool. So what do we do now, because I feel my life is in danger?" Dera spoke, matter-of-factly and Buchi narrowed his eyes at her in return.

"I think you need to calm down. You're just overreacting. My wife's not a monster." He defended.

"I don't know what you see in her, or what lies you've been feeding yourself, but it seems you've forgotten how mean your wife can be."

"Dera that was a long time ago. She has changed now. She's just bluffing, oka... ?" Buchi was about to say before his phone began to ring, interrupting him.

"Yes Joe?" He answered the call. "I should check the web... ? Why... ? Wait what... ?! I'll call you back Joe." Buchi said hanging up, and immediately he fired up his search engine to surf the internet. Dera didn't know what Buchi saw in the internet, but all of a sudden his face contorted into an unbridled mask of fury and he smashed his phone against the wall shattering it into splinters; and he stomped furiously out of her suite without any explanation.

Buchi pressed down on the acceleration hard, speeding through traffic like a freak; and in no time he reached the Opal Manor's residence. He alighted from his car and marched inside the house, stomping his foot furiously against the Statuario marble floor finishing. He was graced with the melancholic tune of Claude Debussy's 'Clair de Lune', as soon as he stepped foot inside the house. He trailed the sound to it's source, knowing quite well who was behind the piano. Without knocking, Buchi barged into an all white room, with a ceiling-to-floor style of window, and Statuario marble floor finish, which served as Jennifer's painting studio. A few of Jennifer's magnificent paintings were hung gloriously on the walls about the studio; and at the center of the studio, Jennifer sat unperturbed, behind a white Steinway D-274 grand piano.

"How dare you?!" Buchi yelled at Jennifer, interrupting her session.

"What's the matter?" Jennifer asked calmly, but it was obvious she knew what was wrong.

"Don't do that! You know exactly what you've done!"

"So this cacophony is because of your nudes, I posted?" She said the words as if it were nothing.

"Do you have any idea the consequences of what you've done? You've just landed me into a major scandal! Don't you know I can lose my job or the governorship elections before it's even started because of this? Jennifer how could you?!" Buchi yelled at her.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me. You brought this upon yourself." Jennifer chastised him.

"So this is what this is about?" Buchi asked as realization hit him. "If that's the case, don't you think you went too far with the punishment?" He asked rhetorically. "This is a low blow Jennifer, and it's not cool"

"Don't even do that! Don't play the victim card and make me look like the villain. This would've never happened if you kept your s**t together!" Jennifer censured him more. "You're even lucky I didn't do worse than this. I could've called a press conference and disclosed about your infidelity, if I wanted to. Don't you think I would've felt better if I dragged Dera into this mess and soiled her name for being unprofessional?" She asked rhetorically. "You should just be grateful to your p***s. I enjoyed the s*x last night, else I'd have never stopped at this extent." She said matter-of-factly.

"Whichever way you look at it, the punishment is too harsh." Buchi complained, standing his ground. "You're trying to destroy everything I've labored to build for over fifteen years."

"I don't care whatever way, you look at it. I just want to make sure you feel worse than the way I'm feeling now. And Oh... I'm taking down my charity organization from your campaign manifesto."

"Y-you're bluffing. You wouldn't do that to me... would you?" Buchi asked in disbelief, shocked by Jennifer's words.

"Yes I will. The charity organization belongs to me and I can do whatsoever I want with it."

"I understand, but if you do that, my manifesto would be almost bare." Buchi tried to reason with his wife; staring at her with sad eyes. He looked at her as if she had just betrayed him and led him to a s*******r.

"I know and I don't care."