Bitter, my new book publish under Merpati Jingga features a collection of my short stories. My publisher, Faisal Mustaffa informs me that Bitter will be a selling at the Pesta Buku Selangor at Pusat Konvensyen SACC Shah Alam, Selangor Malaysia from Friday January 30 to Feb 8... To promote my book, I will be showcasing a snippet from one of the stories that is featured in Bitter.
1) Breakfast in Bed
By Bissme S
My father used every trick in the book to save his marriage, from tears to begging. But he failed miserably.
“We are not meant to love one person for the rest of our lives,” my mother said.
Carrying only her handbag, my mother walked out of our house, to a waiting car. The driver of the car was a young man clad in a yellow T-shirt. He was my mother’s new lover. As soon as my mother got into the car, the young mandrove away quickly. My mother did not look back. My father, meanwhile, locked himself in his bedroom.
I said: “Father, please open the door. In times like this, we should be together. You can always talk to me.”
My father answered: “For now, I want to be alone in my sadness. I want to grieve in peace.We can talk tomorrow. We can have breakfast together.”
The next morning, I entered my father’s room with a tray of toasted bread, two half boiled eggs and a cup of coffee. I wanted to surprise my father. I wanted my father to have breakfast in bed.
But the tray did not reach my father’s bed. I dropped it on the floor. My father had hanged himself. Tears streamed from my eyes.
"Do not call the police yet, Malena," my sister said.
My sister took an empty canvas and started painting my dad.
“It is not every day you get a chance to paint a man who hanged himself,” my sister said.
I was speechless. I did not know to how to react to what was happening infront of my eyes. My mother has just abandoned my father for her young lover, my father had just killed himself, and my sister was calmly painting him hanging from the ceiling. I felt as if I was in a surrealistic movie which had no head or
tail.After two hours, my sister had completed her task.
“Now, you can call the police,” she said.
“Some people will see what I have done as cruel and utterly mad. But most people don’t understand that every great art must have a touch of cruelty and madness.” ......
( To read the rest of the story please get my book Bitter at Pesta Buku Selangor....)