Chapter 4 Marriage Proposal To A Disable Girl

• Through jittering lips and shaky body, Jamole wailed, “Would there be a time when Stella and her boss would regret what they just did to me?”
• His teary eyes supposed to be swollen by now because he had already wept out his eyeballs. He was full of tears; and that was an understatement. The shells of frustration had been shot at him and indecision over shadowed him.
• He stood in the middle of the road, collapsed under the pounds of his ill fate and came upon his wobbly knees. At the time his sweaty palms had dented the divorce papers with dirt. He needed to affix his signature on it to legally seal up the divorce between him and Stella.
• From deep down his lovelorn, catastrophic soul, he intoned, “Soon you will regret it Stella,”
• Fondling into his pocket, he stuck out a pen and scribbled on the divorce paper whatever his hands could afford. Each tear that trickled down his cheeks stole away his existence.
• “Where do I go from here now?” he mumbled within himself, still on his knees and not regarding the onlookers who could probably be investigating the misery which had robbed him of the iota of peace in his bereaved soul.
• He shot a teary gaze at the woolly sky above before gazing at himself from head to toes; Stella had proven to be the man in this marriage.
• “So because I couldn’t afford a gold ring early enough she found it pertinent to cheat on me with her boss. Oh this is the height of it!” He sniffed, came to a painful hurt and wept into his trembling palms. “Stella!” the pounding of his heartbeat echoed that name too. And then staring around, he was affronted by the reality of his loneliness; he had no one by his side now.
• He was all alone in this shredded part. All he had and could be boastful of were the two jobs; his duty as a janitor at the municipal post office and the town hall. He would have to return to his boss, Dean Bur and brief him of his interest to resign from either of the jobs.
• There was no need handling two jobs since his reason for subscribing to it had offended his sanity. He had decided to do two jobs so he could earn enough money and buy her the gold ring; aghast after his failed marriage, everything was about falling into ruin now.
• “I won’t cry again, yes,” he tossed his head in assurance, “I won’t,”
• But each stroke of thought that hit his imagination opened his heart to more misery. Painstakingly he lived regrettably backwards and recalled ill fate he thought he had forgotten, “Stella you did this to an orphan,” he recalled, fell his face into his palms as he wept and sobbed in agony.
• He had taken Stella to the registry to be married, just few months after he lost his parents in a ghastly car accident. He only had thought his solace bellied in Stella who had promised his bereaved soul to be there for him whether in good or bad times.
• “Where are the promises today?” he asked his thought as he glided down to the road to his work place.
• He went crimson once he realized Stella had only betrayed his emotions with unfulfilled promises. As serious as it were, it would have been better if Stella had promised that a time would come when she would flirt with her boss in their matrimonial bed.
• “Gawd!” he exclaimed as thought of the heartbreak deranged his morality to behave insanely even on the road.
• He couldn’t stop murmuring and growling in hurt.
• “Oh Lord I beg of you please see me through this phase of my life. If I ever scale through this fate,” he sounded, “If I ever survive this dilemma,” he reaffirmed, “Oh Stella I promise to avenge all you did to me,” he grinned and realized that her sizable photo was still kept in his wallet.
• He sighed, fondled into his pocket, took out the wallet and pulled out her photo. Through the edifice of hurt that had erupted in him, he tore her photo between his teeth and made sure he shredded it.
• Heavily he wailed yet again. “You and your boss will pay for this. I will bounce back. I will survive, and when I do neither of you will escape my fury. I just pray I survive,” he beamed, raised his teary, crimson face at the sunny sky above and craved for grace to leap to the top of the society.
• His gaze came upon his finger carefully and he saw their wedding ring was still intact on his finger; he had been faithful in this marriage till this moment when he stood on his last toes. With his eyes shut and through warm tears, he pulled out their wedding ring, glared around and saw a trash can by the corner.
• He trashed it and heaved a breath of relief for the first time in his life; it wasn’t easy and it had never been easy to wave bye to a marriage of ten years wherein lay his pain, abuse, disrespect, and humiliation.
• Meanwhile the Arabic Coral Gold Ring was still held firmly in his hand. Although he gazed upon it with disdain, and the feeling that it kept reminding him of Stella, yet he thought it wise to return it to the store where he could resell it, since it was valuable.
• Lost in his gloom and butchered thought, he never knew he was walking carelessly not until he bumped into a pretty-looking, young disable lady in a wheel chair.
• Surrounded with the shock of bumping into a dashing lady with such physical challenge, the gold ring left his hand and fell on her thighs.
• “Oh, oh I am sorry. Please forgive me,” he tendered an apology. “I…I didn’t realize I was bumping…” he stuttered as his voice was stolen by her reaction.
• Rather than become mad at him, this strange disable lady became all smiles, took the gold ring and settled her gaze of admiration upon it, “Your ring looks beautiful. I wish I could own it.”
• He stared agape, went down on his knees and replied, “Yes you could own it. Can you be my wife then? Let’s marry.”
• Something was about happening.