“Here,” Narges poured me more lentils. I realized by now that Narges, while commanding her husband around, never took his name, like any respectful Indian wife, instead referring to him as ‘husband’.
“I am sending Husband to the market tomorrow morning for foodstuff.” Narges told me. “Is there anything I should get especially for you?”
Fateh turned to his wife. “But, dear,” He started hesitantly. “I … I … I have to work tomorrow. You know with the debt and all…”
“Husband!” Narges almost hissed at him. “Whether you go to work tomorrow is not for you to decide! My former master is here, and as long as he is here we have to take care of him completely! We have to make his stay COMPLETELY satisfactory! You are to be at sahib’s beck and call from now on.”
“Yes, dear.” Poor Fateh’s week just got harder.
“Enough food for you tonight.” Narges grabbed his plate which still had half a bread on it. “Go get me some pen and paper. I want to make a list.”
“Yes dear.” Fateh stood up, washed his hands in the kitchen while Narges ate his bread. I felt bad for him, as he came back with some pen and paper, while I was finishing off the kebabs.
“Good thing he studied till Grade 7.” Narges told me, while putting some more bread and lentils on my plate, as Fateh stood to one side like a faithful dog. “At least he can read, and is good for something.”
I hunted in my shorts and found some money. I gave it to Fateh — “for tomorrow”, I told him. His eyes bulged — this was more money than he made in a week. Immediately I noticed his attitude to the whole situation suddenly became less grumpy.
“What a lackey,” I thought. “I am going spend the night with your wife on your bed, and the sight of my pocket change makes you happy.”
Narges made a list, and I added some more items to it, and she gave it to Fateh.
“Sarun and I will probably not go to sleep until late at night,” She informed Fateh, making my dick rise in anticipation as to “what” we would be doing until we went to sleep. “So we may wake up late tomorrow. You are to wake up early, cut the vegetables and onions so we can make our breakfast when we wake up. And then you will go to the market to get this list. Go early so you get the best stuff.”
“Yes dear.” Fateh promised her. “I would go very early.”
“Good, now clear these dishes. Sahib,” Narges giggled as she called me by what her husband called me, “Come this way and you can wash up.”
Soon, I was ready for bed. I saw Fateh in the bedroom and followed him there. He was picking up a blanket from the cupboard and then his pillow.
“How will I sleep without a pillow?” I told him. “There will only be one pillow left. Surely you don’t want me to share the pillow with your wife?” I asked him with a grin.
“Of course not, sahib.” He croaked, dropping the pillow back on the bed that I would soon be sharing with his wife. “I will find some clothes to pack into a ‘pillow’ for me.”
“Fateh,” I instructed him as he was about to leave. “Why don’t you get my overnight bag. There’s a packet there. I have some gifts for your wife. Be careful not to scratch the laptop.”