In Witness Of A Dream (Part 5)
Three days later Kaola came across coquette on the chat in the midnight. “I know you,” he typed.
“Tell me,” coquette returned.
“Do you know her?”
“You know her personally?”
“Yes but not socially. She’s a deputy.”
“Do you know Imme’s sister?”
“Yes I do. Did she pass my email?”
“Forget it. I want to know you better.”
“I can’t…maybe someday.”
“You said you’ve got a ten-storey house with a Jacuzzi?”
“You are a mystery.”
“As a friend I tell you don’t take word of people on the chat. Someone might upload your nude pictures on the internet.”
“I don’t pass them to people I don’t trust.”
“Take my word, trust no one.”
In the morning Kaola reached east waters and had a conversation with Nasr and his friends. On his way home he came across Nizu going to school at slow pace. Kaola climbed behind her and grabbed her by the wrist. “Nizu!” he uttered, “Did you see me with another woman in Melon shop three days ago?”
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“Answer the question.”
“Are you sure?”
He released her and gripped on throttle to pull at his gate. He sat down for a nice dose of heroin.
Hishan appeared at the door, “Your rent.”
“Thanks,” he dropped some notes to the floor.
She picked them, “It happens…sometimes.”
“Did Ayya talk about it?”
“He did,” she crossed her arms and to cling her shoulders. “He wasn’t happy.”
“What would he think about me?”
“No, he didn’t mention you. He only suspected. I told him I was at HDC. He’s quarrelsome sometimes.”
“You never tell.”
“He’d not ask.”
“I see! Maybe there will be another time.”
She smiled, “Have a nice day!”
“You too,” he sat feeling cool.
This dream of a guesthouse haunted him for the rest of his life and developed in his mind to pick on every detail. He recalled his father from time and again according to what Half-Turn narrated that day. There was no such fire at Long Shoot his father exchanged to Barbeque but his father was going through some serious mortgage issues. Kaola came to know Amila a bit more acquainted and still digging for Macon Village and The Guesthouse. There was still a mystery behind Amila. Of course he could not mention his dream to her; nobody tells a dream unless you are Imme to say ‘I screwed my big sister in my dream’.
On several occasions he crossed the lane and looked for this place. He had gone to Ramba Restaurant and checked at a very different physical setting. Sophie Nadz did own those places she named but Don Mohora was a hoax. To own a house you got to marry a woman like that and it wouldn’t matter an age difference; you have already read its worth.
Hishan stayed at Huvafen for two years and so did the east wing girls. He learnt only after she left that she came from a different atoll in the south and in no way related to Shym’s wife. Shym lied. He understood Hishan was raised in moral grounds and belonged to an aristocrat family.
Following the tsunami of 26th December 2004 things took a turn. The surfer didn’t see a drop of water of this tsunami or the flooded areas of Malé. He was too occupied with other things…mainly drugs.
In the following year his mother arrived from Kashido and asked him to meet her at Lolly. He dressed in casual style and called at his sister’s place.
His mother expressed, “My son, I have one final request to ask from you before my time come to end. I want you to sign this letter in consent to relinquish your father’s property or part of it as inheritance and pass all rights of next-of-kin to half-brothers and half-sisters so that they can live a better life in this city.
“Your father wasn’t able to raise you. He faced difficult times keeping his family at Long Shoot. This he requested from me. We don’t have much to give. We can always forgive. I loved him. I hope some good will rise from the ashes.”
“Mother, please pass me the pen.” Kaola signed the waiver without a tone of disagreement in witness of a dream.