Madam Minister (Part 8 )
The Man in Black Hat.
(Is Dr. Monteseri shadowing...trailing his wife?)
Kate ran off. She climbed the stairs hurriedly. And came to Ndi’s room. Whiffs of expensive perfumes hung in the air. Beddings were strewn about on the floor. She opened the large wardrobe. Ndi pajamas were dumped on the floor. There was a gap on the line where clothes were removed. She had dressed up quickly. Why the hurry, she thought. Then she saw heaps of hand bags. On top was a pocket-sized golden purse. She picked it up. And opened it. It was stuffed with foreign currencies, a miniature mirror and a yellow paper on which was a post in pink ink. Andrew, 5 Park Lane, East Estate.
“UK diplomat quarters,” she murmured. Is he keeping a man?
The door whooshed open; she dashed the paper into her pocket, and smiled at Dr. Monteseri. He came in looking at her curiously.
“You’ll not find her here. She’s gone,” he said, shaking his head. “To begin to imagine the woman I married is unfaithful is ridiculous.”
“Don’t ever say that ,” said Kate.
“My big sister, the paper with you tells the same story.”
Kate flinched.
“It is just a mail.”
“Yes, I have read it too. It is just a mail from Andrew. “
“Oh! You know him,” asked Kate.
“He is a staff of UK High Commission. A chauffeur to the Ambassador.”
“How dare you say that, Soso? She is your wife. Don’t say that about her.”
Dr. Monteseri gulped some spit.
“Okay, I won’t talk about her again. But go to Sprite Mall, in thirty minutes time. She is there with him.”
“What?” she screamed.
He smiled, and walked away.
Kate hurried to her room, dressed up in a lavender gown and hat and shoes. Then she went out of the house.
Dr. Monteseri was standing beside the light drapes of his window watching her. She ran to the gate. Then into the streets. She screamed at a taxi. Car tyres screeched to a halt. The door banged. Then the car zoomed off. He went back to the parcel on the stool by his bedside. He untied it. They were pictures of his wife’s rendezvous with Andrew. He took a good look at them. At the beach in California, lying on her back, Andrew was kneeling beside her, scooping sand on her. In dark shades, high heel shoes and white flowing gown, shopping at Kings Malls in Dubai. In a restaurant, on a hanging bridge overlooking the Great Walls in China, Andrew sat opposite her displaying his expertise with chopsticks.
He punched the air. His face grim. He had spent fortunes getting this information.
But then they were what I needed for divorce…for good riddance. He picked up a tape from the parcel, looked intently at it. He had watched the nauseating disgusting film; his wife and Andrew, playing a game of monopoly on a massive bed.
It’s not worth seeing it again. And I would not bother…until the courts asked for it, he thought. Then wrapped up the things. Opened the floor of the wardrobe, and pushed it in.
I will call my lawyer right away, he thought.
Then his phone rang. He looked at the screen. It was the black hat man.
“Yes…I have seen the film. The pix are super."
“Thanks, Sir.”
“I’m about sending you the outstanding.”
“Thanks, Sir,” the voice replied again.
“It is okay,” he said. Then picked up his phone to send the money.
The Man in Black Hat.
(Is Dr. Monteseri shadowing...trailing his wife?)
“UK diplomat quarters,” she murmured. Is he keeping a man?
The door whooshed open; she dashed the paper into her pocket, and smiled at Dr. Monteseri. He came in looking at her curiously.
“You’ll not find her here. She’s gone,” he said, shaking his head. “To begin to imagine the woman I married is unfaithful is ridiculous.”
“Don’t ever say that ,” said Kate.
“My big sister, the paper with you tells the same story.”
Kate flinched.
“It is just a mail.”
“Yes, I have read it too. It is just a mail from Andrew. “
“Oh! You know him,” asked Kate.
“He is a staff of UK High Commission. A chauffeur to the Ambassador.”
“How dare you say that, Soso? She is your wife. Don’t say that about her.”
Dr. Monteseri gulped some spit.
“Okay, I won’t talk about her again. But go to Sprite Mall, in thirty minutes time. She is there with him.”
“What?” she screamed.
He smiled, and walked away.
Kate hurried to her room, dressed up in a lavender gown and hat and shoes. Then she went out of the house.
Dr. Monteseri was standing beside the light drapes of his window watching her. She ran to the gate. Then into the streets. She screamed at a taxi. Car tyres screeched to a halt. The door banged. Then the car zoomed off. He went back to the parcel on the stool by his bedside. He untied it. They were pictures of his wife’s rendezvous with Andrew. He took a good look at them. At the beach in California, lying on her back, Andrew was kneeling beside her, scooping sand on her. In dark shades, high heel shoes and white flowing gown, shopping at Kings Malls in Dubai. In a restaurant, on a hanging bridge overlooking the Great Walls in China, Andrew sat opposite her displaying his expertise with chopsticks.
He punched the air. His face grim. He had spent fortunes getting this information.
But then they were what I needed for divorce…for good riddance. He picked up a tape from the parcel, looked intently at it. He had watched the nauseating disgusting film; his wife and Andrew, playing a game of monopoly on a massive bed.
It’s not worth seeing it again. And I would not bother…until the courts asked for it, he thought. Then wrapped up the things. Opened the floor of the wardrobe, and pushed it in.
I will call my lawyer right away, he thought.
Then his phone rang. He looked at the screen. It was the black hat man.
“Yes…I have seen the film. The pix are super."
“Thanks, Sir.”
“I’m about sending you the outstanding.”
“Thanks, Sir,” the voice replied again.
“It is okay,” he said. Then picked up his phone to send the money.
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