Her mind disturbed with echoes of a promise unkept by her husband, Shee Bah walked swiftly, angry eyes on Angie's duplex house in which her husband was, at the moment.
Standing infront of her husband's black SUV was her husband's personal driver. He wasn't alright at all, bothered by how his boss' wife madly showed up. He kept a wary eye on her while she was passing. She turned a rage full glance at him.
Comfortless, the driver wrapped his hands, muttering to himself:
"She can sting like a bee!"
As Shee Bah was about to approach Angie's house door, nervous energy emitted off her. Voice trembling slightly as she stopped to walk and turned around, facing the direction she was coming from, she said to Gekko and Angie's two security guards:
"Uh, I have changed my mind. I don't think I'm ready to face whatever might come out of that door."
"We allowed you to go past the perimeters. You will need to give a reason."
Even though it came to her total awareness that her husband Madrat spends most of his time at Angie's house, as a married woman, Shee Bah didn't have concrete evidence that they were actually sleeping together.
After all, Madrat already gave his assurance to her, that it was the public stunt on a red carpet that resulted into him becoming best of friends with Angie, nothing more nothing less.
Clutching her finger nails tightly after thinking through, her heart pounded wildly _ she had no idea what to tell Angie just incase there is a confrontation, and certainly not that Angie respected the dinner invitation.
Her nervous gesture had Gekko questioning:
"You're alright?"
Which answer could she possibly give at that moment, except to take a step forward and find her way back home. She was somehow confused.
But then, from behind, the door suddenly opened and a voice spoke from her back.
"You're Shee Bah, right?"
On an instant turn, looking over her shoulder to see who exactly spoke, her eyes landed on gorgeous Angie.
For a moment, silence energy hung in the air like a thick fog. Shee Bah didn't expect Angie to come outside before knocking on her door.
Her mind started questioning and wondering.
"Was she watching me on cameras?! How had she known?"
Shee Bah's voice trembled slightly as she took slow steps towards Angie, displaying a plastic smile.
"Uh, hi!"
Both were meeting face to face for the first time.
Before Shee Bah could add on other words in a calm response, Madrat busted through the door, looking frantic. His voice cracked as he tired to diffuse the tension.
"Hey wifey _ I didn't expect you to show up here!"
But, having met eachother for the first time, the two women exchanged glances, Angie with a mixture of surprise and Shee Bah's glance with suspicion.
Suddenly, Angie's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen _ a text message from Madrat:
"Can you go back inside? Let me talk with her!"
Angie didn't seem to like the idea of leaving but she had no choice. Hesitantly, she paved way for Madrat to step forward, down the entrance stairs to have a personal talk with his wife.
Gekko asked Angie's security guards on their way back to their post:
"Wait. How did your boss get to know about Shee Bah's presence outside?"
One guard shrugged his shoulders. But the other answered:
"She only got away from the upper left side window when she saw us coming with Shee Bah."
Gekko turned his eyes back at the duplex house to find the upper left side window.
"You mean her eyes have been on us from when the ruckus began?"
"I guess so."
Gekko cursed in disbelief:
"Dammit!"
As chaos erupted between Madrat and Shee Bah, words spilled out_accusations, tears_all blending into a storm of conflicting emotions. The big yard had never been so loud, nor so silent, all at once.
Shee Bah refused when Madrat requested her politely to go and talk inside the SUV.
She shouted, her voice rising like a tide:
"I can't believe you did this again, Madrat! You promised to bring Angie for dinner at home today!"
Madrat, his face flushed with frustration, ran a hand through his hair.
"Angie got caught up with work! It's not that I chose not to, sweetheart! Why can't you understand that sometimes things don't go as planned?"
"And you didn't bother calling my phone?!"
She added:
"Truth is, right now it's hard for me to believe you! Ever since Angie came into your life, it has been one lie after the other, now I have to endured excuses!"
She threw her hands up in exasperation, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, saying:
"I'm tired of being on tension, my heart racing restlessly for you every time I get to think that you're with Angie!"
Madrat stepped closer, his voice lowering but filled with urgency:
"And I am tired of you acting like I'm just some deadbeat who doesn't give a damn! I love you Angie and you know it!"
Shee Bah chuckled indifferently and turned away, but not before Madrat caught the hurt behind her escalating anger.
"Love me? Is that why now you call me Angie?! Because it sure doesn't feel like it when I'm standing infront of you and all of a sudden you adress me with her name!"
"It was just a slip of a tongue, I am so sorry."
She shouted:
"No you're not!"
"Come on, you think I can call you her name intentionally! Look, I don't want to be stuck in this argument. You make it sound like I don't care about us!"
Shee Bah turned her face away once more, her sigh exhaled complete exhaustion. And now, cold and distant, as the final words of their heated exchange hung so confounding in the air, she turned on her black boot, her heart pounding with a mix of frustration and hurt.
Immediately, Madrat's voice broke through the tension, raw and pleading:
"Shee Bah, wait!"
But the memory of their argument surged back, igniting her anger anew.
Madrat came following each step she took, right next to her back, trying his level best to talk her into understanding his concerns, but she refused to let any words from his mouth come in between the anger she was feeling about him. She felt the weight of his pleading voice, but neither did she stop, nor turned her face to look him in the eyes, until she reached where she had parked the motorbike.
Mute at him, Shee Bah put the helmet on her head straight away and straddled the bike. On slightly trembling hand, she reached the ignition button to start the engine.
Madrat couldn't wait. With a swift grab on her hand all of a sudden, he stopped her from starting the engine.
"You cannot ride in such a terrible state of mind."
He added:
"Am not ready to nurse my wife's wounds in the hospital for a month and beyond, or stand on your funeral back in the village because of a road accident."