Decoding A Dream (Part 5)
It was late afternoon. Kaola listened to Hishan’s family talking in the lawn with the east wing occupants. Her brother brought a team of guys and they worked on the paint job. He heard someone speak loud, “She sleeps with guys. She gives the boom-boom…”
Hishan cried, “I swear I did not. You’re trying to trick me with gossips. Maybe few times, okay, few times but now I have a boyfriend.”
Kaola was excited but he tried not to come out and join the conversation. He never did. He did not even look at how they paint the walls and in what colours.
He heard her say, “I’m the coordinator. You are not grateful for me. I ordered pizza for the work team.” So they were a group of relatives occupying his quarters on rent and loud in the lawn…good for them.
He caught those words in his ears, coordinator, boyfriend…and wondered what kind of a girl she was. He dropped to bed. He was disturbed to think about his father being such a cheat. He actually believed in Half-Turn. It was rather a freaking act he pulled on. Until this day he regarded his decorated father with admiration.
He couldn’t sleep. He took a shot and sat down to chat on the internet. Kaola stole a list of emails from Imme. A lot of them were contacts of Imme’s big sister. He was able to chat with them on Messenger, some with fake IDs. He placed a picture of his dick on display and he was using a fake ID too. There was a midnight caller who goes by the nick ‘coquette’ and they flirted a lot. It could be anyone perhaps a guy. She said, “Your dick on display is holding a real erection.” He knew not who she was. Coquette asked for a photo and Kaola sent a file of an image of his portrait taken from a high angle in high resolution. When viewed on monitor screen it gave great detail of his face.
The anonymous recipient examined his figure, a tiny body caught in the long shot frame and his face in the foreground.
At dawn Kaola tried to catch some sleep. Nasr once told him to close his eyes and try to capture vivid colours on the back of the eyelids. If the images were in full colour, sleep would not be far away.
By the morning it turned hot inside his cubicle due to a power outage.
Hishan arrived at seven-thirty to begin moving in. She had to bring in the furniture and belongings. She carried the paint bill and taking an opportunity at this early hour she entered the passage and stepped at his door. Within reach of a footstep he lay totally naked in bed. The door left open.
A smirk touched her lips. She knew about him from the half-naked crowd in the east wing. She paused for a long moment looking down at his thin form and smooth yellow skin.
Kaola was dreaming in the rapid eye moment, half asleep. A woman, fully covered in a black dress and veil, entered through the gate. She carried a sombrero holding like a tray. In its broad brim it contained dozens of origami articles. The colours appeared vivid pasted on the back of his eyelids.
Hishan tapped the door and Kaola opened his eyes. Blinking and still drowsy he suddenly realised he was lying naked. He pulled together looking for some-thing to cover him up. He was full of sweat.
“Are you sleeping?” She put a hand to her lips to hide her sneer.
“No,” he mumbled and got down from bed. She levelled her eyes. He grabbed his pink underwear hung over the TV and covered his dick.
“The bill,” Hishan shoved into his palm and he dropped it clumsily.
Hishan picked it from the floor, “Forgive me if I wake you up!” She crossed her arms and legs slightly to cling her shoulders.
“Not really. I was actually…knocked-out…”
She smiled, “It could happen…sometimes.”
“Sorry about that.”
“Oh! It’s fine. It’s fine.”
“Oh, the money…”
“Take it easy!” she grew nervously shy someone might pop at the gate. “I will come later.”
“Oh! By the way…two of my cousin sisters will be staying here with me.”
“Fine,” he said bluntly.
“I thought you should know.”
“Not at all,” he still couldn’t get it that she was trying to warn him.
“Okay then, see you!” She gave up.
“Damn!” He was exhausted. As power returned he sat by the PC and switched on. An unread message from coquette read, “I know you.”
In a couple of days Hishan’s house got settled. The paint bill paid. There were two guys; a school-going cousin and her own brother. They probably slept on the couches or on the floor in the sitting room.
In his small collection Kaola maintained a rare, beautiful piece of a hollow wood longboard, shaped and designed by hand, grossly polished, kept in its original cover and placed by the wall. Kaola locked the door and carefully lowered the piece without making a sound to disclose a crack on the wall.
There were holes in the crack that gave view of the big room on the other side of the wall. After peering for hours he began to visualise that there were three mattresses placed on the floor. This bedroom often lit bright but the holes were too small to capture a wider angle. Even after painting the walls these holes served well to keep his hobby. A guarded secret and he chose to be a complete jerk.
At night they left an orange light on. He caught glimpses of the girls changing. He figured someone in white panties could be probably Hishan. Her bunk was closest to the wall. One night he saw a leg in front of the peephole. A knee lifted as the girl slept in bed.
A day later Kaola asked Nasr to do something to kill him go after the girl.
Nasr said, “I know a very powerful black magic to raise the spirit of Anzala Fahsha inside a woman, any woman. She will come after you. You’ve got to find me few things and do like I say.”
“What are those?” Kaola asked.
“Find a black orchid…”
“Where the hell can I find a black orchid?”
“Well, then get me a handful of foxtail orchids that you’ll find in the orchid plant nursery in Himafushi. With it you must snatch a hair from her jaw line.”
“Damn!” cried Kaola.
“Nothing is easy and nothing comes without a price tag.”
“Have you done this before?”
“No. I basically do simple things for headaches and…”
“And what?” he asked.