Rhehan stepped inside the house, not giving the book another thought. His mind was only filled with the story he had just heard from his mother's mouth. He stepped inside the elevator, heading to his room. "Oh! God! I have a mother? I am not an orphan?! I also have a killer evil father. One god mother, one father like master and on top of it, I am a married man, who has a wife. Later, I get to know, my old man is also alive. Wow!! So much for complaining God, about being lonely. Now I have everybody around me, suddenly making me uncomfortable. It's so...so...hard to believe!" Rhehan banged his fist on the elevator's wall, feeling frustrated. He himself could not undersrand his emotions. Was he happy? or shocked? Or sad?
Rhehan quickly entered his room and stripped down all the dirty clothes. Both his knees were wrapped in bandages and suddenly he remembered the doctor's words of not getting the wound wet. "Oh! Damn! How do I clean myself up?"
He quickly dragged a chair inside the bathing area and was about to turn on the shower, when his phone buzzed. He came back to the room and saw Rose was calling him.
"Hello"
"Hello Rhehan. I just wanted to know, if you are fine."
"Yes! I am fine Rose and I have reached home. Thank you!"
"Just take care of your wound. Alright."
"Alright!"
"I wanted to come with you, but then I thought you needed some time alone. But call me, if you need any help. Ok!"
"Ok! Don't worry!"
"Bye Rhehan! I love you my nympho wife!"
"Me too! Bye!"
Rhehan hung up the call and stepped back in the bathing area. He covered his knees with the towel and sat on the chair. He then turned on the shower directly under his head.
The long warm shower calmed him down a bit and he dressed himself in a pair of casual shorts and t-shirt. He looked at his reflection in mirror and felt pity on himself. The usual serious and lonely Rhehan was back! Though he was not exactly lonely, but this time it was by choice, that he wanted to be alone. Maybe because this is how he has always delt with things. By thinking alone!
He looked at his bracelet and sighed. "There is more to the story, but we will just wait for a few days! Or I might have a heart -attack!"
Rheha nodded his head in helplessnes and stepped out of the room. He quickly headed towards the bar, remembering his mother's face. He ordered few beer bottles for himself and sat down near the window, looking at the beach. "I look so much like her! No wonder I always felt that actor Kareem, looked like me! He is my brother! But then..... who is his father?"
Tears dropped down from Rhehan's eyes as he gulped down a bottle. He was thinking about the time, he had realised that his old man was no more. "Why did you fake your death? Did you not love me? All these years, did you never had the urge to see your little boy again? There hasn't been a single day, when I have not thought about you or thanked you! Did you never want to see me again?!!"