Long distance
1141 Words
“How was your shoot?” I asked Kriag, as Miranda tied the white ribbon tightly around my waist–a little too tight for my 26 inches–which was supposed to be a trumpet wedding frock with sheaths of heavy sparkling white fibres for a butterfly form.
A customized once in a time wedding frock for their first Queen in sixty years.
“Wait a second. Lemme increase the volume.” I lifted my hands up as Miranda draped another layer of white linen around my chest, albeit of nature, I was looking more like a caterpillar wrapped in a silk cocoon and lesser like a butterfly. A mourning butterfly in all.
I increased the volume of my boAt wireless ear plugs and laughed, “My manager thought I wanted weed when I was actually asking for the Veet packet which Isobel ordered, can you believe she actually thought I wanted to take weed.”
“Don’t move. Still!” Miranda scolded me which only led to another fit of laughter when I realised something stupid, “Weed is smoked Mendel.”
“I know. I know. But that’s not the point here. She is so funny.” I let out a laugh–whimper when Miranda tightened another rope like layer of cloth around my waist. “You are funny too.”
Simultaneously he enquired in concern, “Is everything alright?”
I nodded. Oh! Trucks. We are not on a video call. “Yes. I am trying my wedding dress.”
“Oh!” He replied and the time he took to say that didn’t go unnoticed by my ears. “Wait – let’s switch to VC.”
I said and Joey passed me my phone as I gave her a smile of gratitude through the mirror. Silent communication is a beautifully evolved enunciation of human sensory.
“Hey Mendel! You look blemished.” I commented seeing the not so good for health dark circles under his eyes, “I can still be the torch for the CBI and CIA.” He said and laughed on his own complimentary business.
“You better take care of yourself… and this might look like a mess but I look amazing… see.” I really wanted him to see me first in the wedding dress, although, the fact that it wasn’t for him might sound unethical… but it’s the emotion that matters.
“You look stunning Baby,” I am hearing him call this for the first time, maybe my bravery for not giving up on us while jumping from the plane bought his change. And I have bloodied no complaints.
I smiled at this little development of our relationship. Maybe long distances still do work out… but the question to the satan was, were we in a relationship?
“I think your hair in a bun and a bouquet of white tulips will kill the look!” He completed the sentence enthusiastically as I saw him walking towards the fridge, and probably taking out another packet of stored bread.
“Don’t you tell me you are living on a bread diet again? Didn’t you say you had action scenes this week?” I asked being too angry all of sudden and he simply replied with a nod, and munching of a cold bread slice.
“It is cold Mendel!” I scolded him and realised Miranda was rubbing off her personality on me, slowly and steadily. “I know it’s a childish wish but I wanted you to wear this for me.”
My breath hitched, and I chocked on my gills, two reasons; did he just asked me to marry him? Didn’t he?
That was a straight-out proposal!
Where my ring at?
Wait. I already have a different man’s ring–his brother’s–on my finger. What a bummer!
Second one; “Miranda can you loosen the strips please.” I stuttered with breathless gigs due to the constant struggling of my poor windpipe. “Sorry Darling. I am on it. I think we will need you to sleep in a corset today.”
“Miranda can you not see you are tangling the strips even more. Leave it be!” Joey stopped the artwork which Miranda was onto.
“Wishes come true Kriag. If not I, someone will be in one for you… Oh! My God!” I screamed, and probably made Kriag deaf and entitled to spend a certain two weeks at the ENT too when a small bundle of noodle hands encircled my legs tightly.
“Red, baby how is you?” Miranda asked the tiny frame who had somehow managed to scare the s**t out of me. I tried moving my legs so that she will disconnect herself from my legs but she held her ground glued.
“Is that Red? Tell her a Hi from her favourite Poo uncle!” I didn’t realise until Kriag’s voice talked that I was still on the call and damn… the camera might or might not be focusing on my breast.
Will he think I had purposefully done that? Maybe to make him feel me.
Did I though? Heck not! Not on the name of Jesus or trucking freckles.
And he knew Red? “You know her?”
“Yes. She is a sweetheart.” He replied and I could see his face had brightened with sudden enlighten. “So is your manager who knows how to keep you healthy and happy!”
“Hey little girl, there, leave my legs or I will walk on you.” I said to Red as she looked at me with cute little puppy eyes–how annoying–and tightened her soft hold against my legs.
“You are soft… like my doona.” What is a doona? “Hey girl if you fall down, it’s all on you. I’ve warned you enough.”
“I like you. I will give you my banana milkshake. Will you play sand house with me?” My poor heart almost gave in to her request because her little word formation and voice was just irresistible…
Until jealousy, hurt and sadness crept inside me like the well of death when Jitesh came in and lifted her up into his arms. “Red apologise to Her Majesty now!”
So, the mere assistant of Gabriel had a daughter. “I am sorry Your Highness. She sometimes wanders off while playing.” He gave me a bowing apology while Red played with his necktie, and I wished she could choke him with her bare hands.
And then she would be fatherless. Like me. Then even I will have someone who will live with the pain of seeing their father die.
I am a monster and I am scared that I might someday unleash it.
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