Apple and Orange - Episode 8

Apple and Orange by vino4d - Episode 8

I placed green pellet on finger and feeding the turtles. 

"Oww" Orange bite my skin with toothless mouth, was felt pinched by small cutting blade. I looked the skin, a V shaped mark was imprinted at tip of  my forefinger.

Apple gazed —it was when-you-will-feed-me look— my finger and me. She didn't like regular boring green food pellets and eating not well. But, orange was always opposite. She will eat all even it wasn't eatables.

Twenty Three. 

As rolling my head and eyes, I glancing the air in the room.

Twenty four.

I slapped my thigh and hilled the twenty fifth mosquito on palm, and gave the treat to them. They are fighting —like starve dogs seeing meat balls—for the floating mosquitoes, and gulped. No more flies are lingered around. My kids longing for more treat, their limps skipped on the six inch wall of the tank, was stood like human, their wee mouths are gaped, eyes peered, and looked believingly.

I scratched the head in nonplus, something was stucked into nail— lice. I dropped it into the water while said " my blood" and beamed.

My sister entered the room, was grimaced when viewing what I did.

***

Computer screened the email, I stared at the letters— N-O-T C-L-E-A-R—on monitor and read.

We regret to say, you are not clear the written test.

I thought I did good and expected the positive. But the result was negative. Anyways being positive at negative was most great and vital positive thing. I looked for other opportunities.

Now my cycle plus the 'search job' task— correction 'search high paid jobs' . My life was rolling like this for a week. I was moneyless. I noticed the pellet box losing its grams. Money, not even for me, but I need for caring them, for buying their pellets atleast. 

I turned my head to turtles, Apple trying to jump out, her arms reached the top of the six inch wall, her legs crawling in water. It seeming funny.

"You want to explore the room" I said, recorded the moment and posted on social media.

***

"Honey, what are you doing?" a pretty girl said, was stood across me.

"I feed my kids" I said as checking the presence of my family.

"They are went out" she said as fiddling my long  hair, measuring the length by pulling my hair to tip with her fair fingers.

I gazed her glowing eyes.

"You want more kids" she said in cuddly tone.

"Yeah, I love kids" I chuckled, and nailed my sight on her. She unhooked her bra without undress her top and climbed on me while I sitting on cot. I jacked up her dress to seeing the breast, then grabbed the neck and going to peck.

Ena polabu ithu.. mobile ringtone tuned, was disturbed my dream.

As effect of watching pornography everyday, half of my brain stored that stuff and processing while sleep. Whenever I'm watching porn, I thought I'm f****** someone. But in reality, it f***ed me. Besides it was eating my time, my energy and my memory as well.

I woke up, then attended the call. It was my friend, working as supervisor at a construction company. He told me he need a labour for a day.

"700 per day. But the work was rough"  he said over the phone.

It was just 35% less than the MNC job. And I love rough jobs. So said "okay"

"And the work was on roadside. You have to clean up the sand and stones from the roadside then shift that inside the building. Actually I'm not like to call you but you said you need money. " he expressed his unwillingness.

"Whatever the work is work man. And I also need money. I will" I said as yawning.

"Okay 9:15 am sharp, I will come and pick you" he ended the call. I checked the time on mobile. It was 9:10 am. 

F**k, I have only five minutes. No fiveee.. minutes. 

"Expanding the word 'five' doesn't make five minutes into ten" my brain said, "come on, get ready."

I streched my torso and raised from bed for one-twenty seconds, feeding my turtles taking another one-twenty seconds and was sat on bed and checked the time. 

9:15

He arrived at my home sharply. I went to bathroom and just washed my face and parked my butt on his bike at 9:17am.

We reached the construction site, a one and half tons of sand and stones are sitting tight with shovel for me.

"Is any helpers on the way?" I asked him and looked around the pile.

"No. You only do" he said and kicked the bike kicker.

"Okay.. Eassie pessie" I mumbled and started shoveling the pile. I like to finish the task as fast as possible then go home.

"I will be back at noon" he riding away the bike.

I was doing the task— shoveling the sand, loading with sack, shifting inside the building. By hours running, the sun sucking my gulcose, my muscles weakened by the process. Lounging on bed all the day for last five months showing the impact now. Atleast I would must eat something at the morning.

"One glass of buttermilk" I asked a roadside shopkeeper.

He gave me one big tumblr of buttermilk, his walking food store had several side dishes—rainbow papad, various pickles, green chillies, salt mango and more— for the buttermilk. I drunk two glasses of buttermilk and ate the side dishes more than the main dish volume. In fact, the money is not for the main dishes, it for the side dishes.

After an hour, I went to lunch and came back, and continued my work. A sweat dropped from the tip of my nose to the land, my t shirt became wet and dirt.

"What the time" I paused my work.

"4'o clock"  my supervisor friend as talking with his girlfriend.

"Can you hold this sack for me" I asked him, wiped face by soiled t shirt and spitting as some soil getting into my mouth.

"If my boss seeing you working like this, they will comment you are amature"

"Hey, I am really the amature.. man.. So.. Who cares" I said but what he told was itching me to prove I'm not. 

He continued to wasting time with his girlfriend.

"I ask for help man" I called him again.

He gestured me to wait as smiling to phone.

"Where is my mobile?" I questioned as seen the phone.

"I am using it, my phone battery was dead." He said and listening back to his girlfriend.

I almost in hand the work as well as pitch dark spreading. I demanded him to give some rupees extra. He denied with reasons. Therefore, I returned home with the seven hundred rupees—the day salary.

Sitting into the air-conditioned cave with tip-top suit, gossiping during typewriting a bit of code, that made your life settled in year.

Burning under the sun, damping by the rain, draining the last blood in labouring on the ground, that steal decades of the life time for the life settlement. 

What a design is this!?

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