Monday, February 17, 2014

The Woman I Love


Since the publication of my book Doubt ( a collection of my short stories), I have been extremely lazy and has not been producing any new short stories. Recently  I got my Mojo back, I managed to write a few short stories and I am posting one of new short story in this blog today.  I am dedicating this story  to all those who bought my book Doubt, read them and  have been saying nice things about the book . Thank you for lovely encouragement.  



The Woman I Love – By Bissme S

"Why did you kill her?" I asked.
"Because I want our love story to have a happy ending," Malena answered.
Slowly, Malena walked towards me. Malena kissed me, passionately. Malena unbuttoned my shirt. Malena kissed my chest. Malena unbuckled my belt. Malena put her hands into my pants. I melted. We were on the floor, fucking each other's brains out, in front of a dead body.
Out of exhaustion, I slept off, on the floor that we made love. When my eyes opened the next morning, the dead body was missing. She entered the room with two coffee mugs in her hands.
Placing one of the mugs in my hands, she said:"Drink up your coffee before it becomes cold."
"What happened to...." I asked.
Before I could finish my sentence, Malena answered: "I have taken care of everything while you were sleeping. All you need to do is to make a police report."
Like Malena had instructed, I went to the police station. I told them that my wife was missing ...and I could not find her anywhere.

*****
A few days later, a letter arrived for me. It was from my wife. She no longer loves me...Our marriage was making her miserable…She felt like a bird in a cage that was crying for freedom…She had found a man who brought joy into her miserable life…She wants to spend the rest of her life in his arms.
She wrote: "Forget that I existed in your life. Forget that our marriage existed. When I married you, I really believe you will be the first and last man that I loved. Perhaps, we are not meant to love one person for the rest of our lives"
I showed the letter to the police...To my friends…To her friends…To my relatives….To her relatives.
"My wife is not missing," I said.
"She had abandoned me.”
They believed every lie that was written in the letter. My wife was dead before the letter was even composed.

*****
Have you seen the movie Silence of the lambs?"
"Yes."
"Do you know the character Hannibal in the film?"
"Yes."
“Like him, I eat human flesh. I have eaten every part of her. There is nothing left. I do not think the police can find any trace of her.”
Looking at my shocked expression, Malena laughed her head off.
"Sometimes you can be so gullible," Malena said.
"You believe everything I say and that is what I love about you."
Malena had invented many wild stories on what she did with my wife’s dead body. But all her wild stories had one thing in common. The truth is always missing.
 In one of her wild stories she said that her best friend owned a swimming pool filled with piranhas and she had thrown my wife’s dead body into the swimming pool.
“The piranhas had eaten all of her and there is nothing left,” Malena said with a huge laughter.
The other wild story Malena told me that she had sold my wife body to a pharmaceutical company who was always looking for dead bodies to conduct research on the effectiveness of the new drugs that the company was producing.
“They paid me a hefty sum of money for the dead body,” Malena said, winking at me.
Many times I had lost my temper hearing her wild stories. I wanted the truth and I was not getting it. But I can never stay mad with her. Malena always knows how to win my heart.
"I like it when you get angry," Malena said while resting her head on my chest after one of our love making session.
“You look more handsome when you get angry,” Malena added.
"You will never tell me the truth on what you did to my wife's dead body," I said.
"I always tell the truth even when I lie," Malena said.
"Here you again, speaking in riddles, again," I said.
"Why are you so obsessed with the truth? My darling, the truth is over rated. The truth is not important. All you have to know is that your wife is no longer in our lives. Just be happy. Do not worry about anything else," Malena answered before planting a passionate kiss on my mouth.

*****
"As long as men exist, a woman will have a suffering life.”
That was the motto that my wife believed in when she was not married with me. She belongs to a group of friends who hated men the same way Hitler hated the Jews. If they had ruled the world, they would have wiped out my species. They wanted a world without men.
The first time we met was in a college. I was studying to be a chef while she wanted to be a painter. For me, it was love at first sight. But love had no place in her life.
"I have seen many women giving up their dreams in the name of love,” she said.
“They end up in an apron and making cookies for their husbands.  I am not going to be one of those women.”
She sent back all the love letters I had written to her. She dumped all the flowers and gifts I sent to her in a dustbin. But I never stop pursuing her. I was determined to win her love…I was determined to make her as my wife….I was determined to make her the mother of my children.
“When I go hunting, I rarely go home empty handed,” I told her.
She found my determination attractive, charming and extremely, sexy. Slowly, she allowed me to dance into her heart.

*****
Our love story would have a happy ending. But I made one mistake. I introduced the woman I love to my mother. Abandoned women can be complicated and my mother was no different.
Since my dad left us, her world revolved around me.  My mother never liked any of my friends. My mother wanted me to have only one friend and that friend has to be her. My mother was a controlling freak.  My mother was choking me with her love. There was always tension between us. I wanted freedom. I wanted friends.  Every day I hated my mother, more and more.
“You are my universe and why can’t I be your universe?” my mother asked.  
The moment I was an adult, I decided that I would not stay under the same roof with my mother, anymore.
“You are going to abandoned me like your father did,” my mother said, angrily.
“Mother, please do not be dramatic. I am not abandoning you. I will come to visit you,” I said.
My mother used every trick in the book from tears to begging to change my mind but my mother failed. I kept to my promise. From time to time, I visited my mother. I just wanted a distance between me and my mother. I just want my mother to stop choking me. So I was not surprise that my mother hated everything about the woman I love, from the way she looks to the way she talks.
 “Mother, I know you want me to only love you and no one else, “I said.
“I can’t make you my universe, because I have certain needs that you can’t satisfy. I am sure your religious values would not allow you to jump into my bed.”
A slap landed on my face. I laughed hysterically.
 “Get out from my house,” my mother screamed, angrily.
“Get out from my house...Get out from my house. I do not want to see you, any more.”

******
Two years later, my mother was back in our lives. The woman I love has become my wife. And we were waiting to receive our first child.  My mother was thrilled to be a grandmother. Desperately, my mother wanted to be a part and parcel of my family. But I was not ready to accept my mother in our lives.
“Never marry a man who hates his mother because he will end up hating you,” my wife said, jokingly.
“I do not want you hate me, so you need build a better relationship with your mother. Besides, it will be nice if our child has a grand mother’s love.”
Reluctantly, I listened to the advice of the woman I love. And that was my second biggest mistake.

*****
Most daughter- in- laws hate their mothers-in- laws. But my wife became my mother’s new best friend. They spent a lot of time together. Under my mother’s influence, my wife had changed a lot. There was a time my wife was ambitious. She harboured a dream to be a well known painter.  As a wedding present, I built a shack in our garden where she spent many hours painting.
But she no longer dreams to be a famous painter. She transformed the shack I had built for her painting into a play house for the child we are going to have.
She was outspoken. Not anymore.  My wife became a docile house wife who whose main aim in life is to make me happy.  My wife became one of those women that she despised – A woman who gives up her dreams in the name of love, ended up in apron and making cookies for her husband.
“I have trained her to be a better wife for you and a great mother for your future child,” my mother said, proudly.
My mother, the woman I hate, had changed the woman I love. I could no longer recognise the woman I love. She had become a stranger to me. Slowly, I was beginning to hate the woman I love. What do you do when you hate the woman you love?
*****
“Let us face it, God has an ego problem. Why do we need to worship him, always?  I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.”
That is what my wife said when we were dating. But motherhood changed her drastically. My mother took my wife to one of the church sermons and my wife had fallen madly in love with God.
“I want heaven,” my wife said.
“I want heaven for my husband. I want heaven for my child.  Follow the road the God had chosen, heaven will be given to us on a silver platter.”
My wife had became a born again Christian. Literarily, my wife twisted my hands to believe in Jesus and churches.
“Don’t you want your child to grow up with religious values?” my wife said.
“Don't you want your child to go to heaven? You have to be religious at least for your child’s sake."
I have always allowed the woman I love to run my life. I can miss paying my taxes but there is no way I can miss going to church on Sundays. I pretended to be excited about angels, devils, heaven and hell. Inside I was miserable. This was not the life I wanted. I hated God. I hated religion. I hated churches. And most of all I hated my wife.

*****
 “I did not only lose my mother- in- law… I have lost a mentor … I have lost my best friend.”  
That is what my wife said at the funeral service of my mother. I was not interested to give a eulogy on my mother. I would not have anything nice to say about my mother. Gladly, my wife filled my shoes. My wife worshipped the ground that my mother walked on.
“I was a lost soul.” my wife said. 
“But once she entered in my life, I was no longer lost. She had put some direction into my life. She was an angel that saved my soul. She has made me a better human being. I do not have my mother-in-law besides me, anymore. But what she had taught me will never disappear from my heart.” 
Indeed, there is some much truth to what my wife said. My mother was gone but not her influences. My wife had become the carbon copy of my mother.  The woman I hate, my mother had taken over the soul of the woman I love.  My wife was no longer the woman I love.

*****
“I was born to love you and no one else.”
Boldly and bravely Malena confessed her love to me.  Malena wanted me. Malena desired me.
"What you feel for me is madness," I said.
"When love is not madness, it is not love." Malena said.
"Stop chasing me, I would not become your lover at any price," I said sternly.
“When I go hunting, I rarely go home empty handed," Malena said.
Malena never stop pursuing me. Malena never stop seducing me. Malena never stop writing love letters to me. Malena was determined to be my lover.
Malena wrote to me: "I am in love with a man I can't have and you have a woman that you can't love. What a tragic life we are living."
Then, one raining cold night, I became weak and allowed Malena to jump into my bed.
"You are born to ruin me," I said.
Malena wrote poems about me.  Malena painted me. I never felt so loved in my love. I was no longer miserable. When you are in love, you are rarely miserable. We took extreme measures to make sure no one knows about our affair, especially my wife.

*****
The first time I was impressed with Malena when she had her first art exhibition. We had not become lovers, then. Malena presented a series of paintings that depicted the relationship between God and human beings. Her paintings tell the story of human beings who are tired of their God who wants to be worshipped and praised all the time .They invaded Heaven, captured God and beheaded God.
Malena ended her painting series with a quote:" Men will never be free till the last priest is strangled to death."
The paintings were visually stunning but the messages were too twisted for most to digest. God was not portrayed in the good light. Some cursed her. A few spat on her face.  But Malena didn’t care.  Malena had a sheepish smile. Malena enjoyed the havoc she had caused.
Malena said to me at her exhibition: "I find all religion have one thing in common. They are all annoying."
Two days later, our church priest visited Malena with aim of reforming her.
"Repent! God will forgive you and you could likely enter heaven," the priest said.
"But I do not want to go heaven," Malena said.
"Why not," asked the puzzled priest
"Because in heaven, all interesting people are missing," Malena answered with a loud laughter.

******
Malena was a painter, an activist, a rebel and a feminist.  Malena had spent many nights behind bars for taking parts in street protests. Malena believes in speaking up against injustice and making the world a better place.
Malena is not the kind woman who dances her life to the music that society had set for her. I loved her rebellious nature. But then again, everything about Malena fascinates me.
"Well behaved women do not spent time behind bars," I teased her.
"I never wanted to be a well behaved woman," Malena said.
"Every woman dreams to be a well behave woman," I said.
"Not me. I want to create history and well behaved woman seldom create history," Malena said with a huge smile

****
I became careless. Malena became careless. My wife found the love letters that Malena had written to me. My wife found paintings Malena has done of me where I was not wearing anything.
My wife shouted : "How could you let our daughter paint you naked?.
How could you have sex with our daughter?"
I tried to explain to my wife that what Malena and I have is not an ordinary case of incest...we love each other...  we are born to be lovers. My explanation infuriated my wife even more.
"I will report you to the police," my wife yelled.
I will make sure you spend the rest of your life in prison. I will make sure you will never see our daughter again... "
It was then Malena appeared from no-where with a hammer in her hand.  I just watched Malena smashed my wife - her mother - to death. I did nothing to stop Malena. I have always allowed the woman I love to run my life.
The End

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

The Blind Date



The Blind Date  By  Bissme S 

"I am a man in search of adventures," he said 
"Then I will give you one adventure that you will not forget," she said. 

It was the first time they met. They were on a blind date. They did not wait for their meals to arrive. They paid the bills and left the restaurant. She drove him to a funeral where she worked as make -up artist. Her job was to make dead people look beautiful and glamorous. She took him to see a beautiful woman who had just died. 

"She is only 22," she said. 
"She has taken her own life. She drowned herself in a river. I want you to make love to her." 

He was shocked. He was disgusted. He was reluctant. 

"Where have your adventure spirit disappear to?" she asked. 

He did not want her to win. He wanted to wipe away her gloating smile from the faces. He took out his clothes. He was completely naked. He kissed the mouth of the dead body. Then he climbed on the top of dead body. He inserted the penis into her vagina. Violently, he was making love to the dead body till he reached a climax. 

She never thought he would have the guts to prove her wrong. She admired him. Love was dancing in her heart. Lust was poking at every part of her body. She wanted him inside her. But she controlled herself. Her late mother always told her that a true lady never sleeps with her man on their first date. She waited patiently for their second date to have him inside her. 

*****
On their 50th date, he took her to an exhibition of an artist that the world admires and respects. Unlike everyone, she was not impressed what had been displayed. 

“The artist is over-rated and over- paid, “she whispered to her boyfriend. 
   
“The artist just splashed some colours on the empty canvas and people consider his works as masterpiece.” 

He laughed, listening to her sarcasm. Then he said:” I challenge you to express your views in front of everybody in this gallery.” 

She was surprised. She was reluctant to make his bet a reality. 

“I thought you are a gutsy woman,” he said, 
“It is a shame that you have proven me wrong.” 

She did not want him to win. She wanted to wipe away his gloating smile from his face. She walked in middle of gallery and said:”Hello everyone! Can I have your attention, please? “  

 “Everyone have good things to say about this exhibition. But I believe most of you are hypocrites. I believe most of you are so afraid to express what you really feel about this exhibition. 

“You are afraid that people will condemn you and called you an illiterate for not understand the real meanings behind these art pieces. Personally I find art pieces here are terrible. 

“I find my 10- year-old nephew can draw better than him. Let me demonstrate to you, physically, how terrible his works are.” 

Then she urinated in front of everyone. She believe she would be thrown out from gallery for insulting  the guests and for wetting the floor of the gallery with her urine. But that did not happen. 

Instead of anger, the guests gave her a thunderous applause. They thought she was a model that the artist had hired to do some kind of live art. They believe what they were seeing and hearing was art in progress. 

“Are you guys, moron,’ she shouted. 
“You are giving me applause for insulting you … For peeing.” 

The angrier she got, the more applause she received. At one corner of the gallery her boyfriend was laughing his head off, looking at the comedy situation that she had created, unintentionally. 

When he stopped laughing, he looked at her with the eyes of admiration. She was smart, sexy and she makes him laugh, constantly. His late mother always told him that if you want a happy marriage, then, marry a woman who will make you laugh. He did not waste any time. That night he asked her to be his wife. 

******

Five years later, one night, he found his wife in bed with his best friend. He had been paying far too much attention to his work. She felt neglected. His best friend had major crush on her. Her loneliness had driven her into the arms of his best friend.    

“All my life, all I wanted is to have you in my arms,” his best friend said. 

She thought her husband would throw abusive curses at her and she would end up with a slap in her face. His best friend thought her husband would punch him and he would end up with a broken nose. 

But no violence took place. Her husband simply took his clothes and said: “Make room for me in the bed. I am jumping in.” 

That night they had the best sex in their lives. It did not take long for the best friend to move in with couple. They eat together. They bath together. They sleep together. They have sex together. They did almost everything together. 

“I am woman with two husbands,” she said during one of their love sessions. The two men who loved her simply let out a huge laughter. 

“A woman is not a woman till she has two husbands in one bed,” he said. 

*****
Five years later his best friend discovered God. He felt sinful of their living arrangements. 

“I love you,” his best friend said to her. 
“I want you in my life. I want you to go to heaven with me. Let us live our lives through God’s rules. Leave your husband and marry me. I want to make an honest woman out of you.” 


Politely, she declined his offer. 

“I am allergic to religion,” she said. 
“The man you asked me to abandon is the love of my life. I will leave him, no matter what.”  

The best friend becomes a preacher. The best friend got married to a homely religious girl and had five children. The best friend was leading a decent life. After all, he wanted heaven. 

“If you married him, you could have gone to heaven,” he teased her. 
“Heaven will be hell for me if you are not with me,” she said. 

He laughed. He kissed her passionately. He thought to himself that how lucky he was to find a woman who loved him more than life itself. 

But God loves sad endings. He died young. He died of a heart attack. She was totally devastated. Life has no meaning for her, now. She had his skin preserved. She bounded his skin as a cover to a book that filled empty pages. 

The empty pages in this book would not remain empty for long. She plans to write every moment she spent with him and every word that they have said to each other. It will be a book that will tell their love story. She would carry the book where she goes. She would keep the book close to her heart. She wants his skin touch her skin. 

The End.    

PS: I have recently released a collection of my short stories in book titled Doubt that you could get in major book stores. The Blind Date is featured in this book. 

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

A Book Review On Doubt



Recently a blogspot titled The Perks Of Being Me (http://mynameisnazir.blogspot.com/2013/06/doubt-book-review.html?spref=tw) has recently review my book Doubt. I am just posting what he has written..... 

Doubt A Book Review

Kalau korang nak tahu, aku ialah seorang lelaki yang berhati kulus, kudus, mulus (ada makna ke frasa tu semua?). Buktinya: Aku tak mampu nak tengok cerita kekejaman manusia waras terhadap manusia lain seperti dalam Saw, Hostel etc. Pernah satu hari kekawan aku perangkap bawak aku gi wayang yang tajuknya totally sangat aman damai tapi once lagak kejam tu bermula.., aku terus berpaling ke arah seat belakang sehingga cerita tu habis. Hmmm...
Apa novel tempatan yang paling best bagi korang..? Please jangan kata 'Sebenarnya Saya Isteri dia' or 'Suami Aku Ustaz' ialah pilihan korang. Dari tajuk je dah tahu yang cerita tu gila-gila mengarut. p/s: Sorry, aku tak layan novel-novel cintan cintun macam tu lagi yaa. 
Minggu ni tadi aku dah meletekkan satu novel baru sebagai novel tempatan dan tak salah aku katakan kalau ia adalah novel terbaik yang pernah aku baca. Novel yang aku maksudkan ialah Doubt oleh Bissme S. Sebenarnya ia bukanlah novel sebaliknya antologi 45 buah cerita pendek. Dan buku ni sangat kecik dan nipis tapi effectnya sangat besar bagak.
Korang percaya pada penamat happy ending? Atau korang lahir dan membesar dalam persekitaran orang baik-baik? Setiap cerita ni berakhir dengan penamat happy ending tapi bukan dari perspektif yang kau mampu fikirkan. Dan membaca buku ni akan membuatkan kau mampu mempersoalkan sisi lain yang ada pada orang-orang baik disekitar kau. Buku ni sangat kejam. Ia sangat gila tapi cukup pasti ia mengghairahkan.
Macam mana aku nak gambarkan tentang buku ni ek? Kau selalu menonton drama Cerekarama di TV atau filem-filem Melayu di pawagam? Then buku ni totally tak akan menggambarkan 1 peratus pun tentang buku ni. Buku ni bergerak di luar norma yang normal. Ia tentang seorang ibu yang sangat benci dengan anaknya sendiri sehingga dia sanggup tatookan tangan anaknya since dari kecil lagi, tentang seorang pencinta yang sanggup upah orang bunuh anak si kekasih semata-mata mahu hidup berdua, tentang adik beradik kembar yang sanggup have a sex bersama semata-mata untuk duit, tentang lelaki yang sanggup bersenggama dengan mayat untuk membuktikan rasa cintanya dan etc. 
Still aku tak dapat nak gambarkan sedikitpun tentang cerita ni. Ia ditulis dalam Bahasa Inggeris yang cukup mudah, sekadar kurang 5 muka surat tapi penggunaan ayatnya sangat detail, kejam, gila, berahi etc dan ia menghasilkan impak gramatis.
Aku baca buku ni di tempat yang ramai khalayak lalu lalang. Setiap kali aku tamat satu cerpen then aku toleh kiri-kanan dan aku perhatikan mereka semua. Sebab watak dalam cerita ni could be anyone. Walaupun cerita dalam buku ni terlalu gila tapi ia boleh berlaku kepada sesiapa sahaja. Sebab semua orang ada kegilaan dalam diri tapi ia bergantung kepada sejauh mana kita nak jayakan kegilaan tu or just simpan kemas-kemas dalam hati je. Dan mereka-mereka dalam buku ni merealisasikan kegilaan mereka dengan gila sekali. 
Aku pun ada kegilaan yang aku boleh relate dengan cerita ni cuma aku tak nak share sebab nanti kau akan kata aku gila pulak. Btw buku ni sememangnya mesti dibaca dan dimilikki. Cuma nasihat aku pada orang yang berjiwa lemah, jangan terbawak-bawak sebab kau memang ada kebarangkalian untuk mencuba. Hmmm..

Monday, May 13, 2013

Doubt & Other Short Stories Anthologies


This year I have just published my first book Doubt that highlights  a collection of my short stories.  In the past  my short stories had appeared in several short stories anthologies. In today post I will be highlighting the covers of the books where short stories had appeared 




In 2007 my short story titled To Be His Lover was translated in Bahasa Malaysia and was published in this Bahasa Malaysia  anthology published By Stormkitchen . I believe this  is the first time my short stories ever got published in anthology. Some writers whose short stories  had appeared in this anthology are   

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In 2007 My short story titled Dad appeared in this short story anthology.   Some writers who had their works published in the same anthology have been Lydia Teh, John Ling,  Jennifer Wan, Tunku Halim, Xeus  and Chua Kok Yee. 

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In 2010, edited by Azwan Ismail and Diana Dirani,  my short story titled A Woman of Two Faces was translated in Bahasa Malaysia and appeared in this anthology . Some writers who had their short stories published in this anthologies are Nizam Zakaria, Dina Zaman. Bernice Chauly,  Ridhwan Saidi,  Chuah Guat Eng Ajami Hashim & Fadli al-Akiti

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Finaly this  year, in 2013,   I finally had  a book published where it featured 45  of my short stories. To find out more please log to : http://tokobuku.fotopages.com/?entry=6483554

Monday, April 1, 2013

Abandoned



Abandoned By Bissme S 

I was in pain. I was in tears. I was on the floor, begging him not to abandon me. Whatever I said made no difference. Whatever I did made no difference. He was determined to break my heart. 

*****
“If you want your man to stop loving you, then marry him.” 

My mother constantly told me that when I was young 

“Marriage gives men license to stop loving you,” she said. 
“They will stop pampering you. They will stop caring about you. They will stop telling you that they love you.” 

My mother was a bitter woman trapped in a miserable relationship. My parents were always quarreling. And sometimes their argument got violent. My father hit her. And my mother hit him back. They would be covered in bruises. 

“When your father was courting me, he never beats me, no matter how bad we quarreled,” my mother said. 
“Marriage changed that.”

My mother could have left my dad. My mother could have a better life. Strangely enough she did not walk that road. 

“A woman without a husband is treated like a pariah dog in this society and I have no intention to be a pariah dog,” she said       
*****
My marriage was carbon copy of my parent’s marriage. It has no love. It has no passion. My husband too busy building his business empire. I was invisible character in his life. Each time I brought up the subject of him not giving me enough attention, our conversation turned into a fierce argument

The only difference between my marriage and my parent’s marriage is that my husband and I are more civil. There was no violence in our relationship. There were no bruises on our body. 

In many occasions I wanted leave my husband and find happiness out there. But I never found guts to pursue my dreams. My mother’s word kept haunting me - A woman without husband is treated like a pariah dog in this society. And like my mother, I have no intention to be a pariah dog. 

*****
I do not know exactly when our affair began. He flirted with me and shamelessly, I flirted with him, too. There were a lot of erotic moments between us. Then, one raining cold night, our bodies met, sexually. We kept each other warm. 

He was much younger to me. But that did not stop him from loving me… from desiring me. He worshipped the ground I walked on. He wrote poems about me. He painted me. He was a well known photographer and I was his favourite subject. I never felt so loved in my life. 

We took extreme measures to make sure my husband and the world never know about our love story. We have so much to lose if our affair was not a secret. 

**** 
My happiness with him did not last. One of his assignments drove us apart. A publisher wanted to create a coffee table book that captures the beauty of Thailand. It was the first time we had to be separated. It was the first time we had not seen each other for months. 

When he returned from Thailand, he was different man. He kept his distance from me. I thought a woman in Thailand has won his heart and I have become a forgotten chapter in his life. But the truth was worst. He found religion. He found god. It all began with a photo shoot in a monastery. 

“The moment I step into monastery, I feel a certain kind of peace that I have never felt in my entire life,” he told. 
“God have entered my heart and wants me to be a better man. What we have been doing is sinful. I want to dedicate my life to God. I want to be monk. I want to wash away my sins. I want to go to heaven.” 

I was shocked beyond words. Never in million years, I dreamt that God would become the obstacle that end our relationship. I hated God. I hated religion, I hated monasteries. He was the only happiness. I would never forgive god. 

He became the monk in the same monastery where he found god. I had written countless letters, begging him to see me. He did not reply any of the letters. Then I decided, not to write to him, any more.  

*****
Two years later, I wrote to him again. And immediately he returned home. 

“I thought you will not come to see me,” I said. 
I thought you hated me. I thought you hate everything about our relationship. I thought you hated for seducing you.” 

Holding my hand affectionately, he said: “I can never hate you… You are my mother … You did not force me to do anything that I do not want to do. You are ill. You need me.” 

I lied to him. I told him that I had terminal illness and my last wish was to see my only child. I knew my lies would drag him to me. But I also know he would not stay with me forever. He would want to go back to monastery where he can serve God … where he can  washed away the sin he had committed with me… where God would forgive him and give him the heaven he desired so desperately .  

But he belongs in my arms. He belongs in my heart. God doesn’t deserve him. God did not carry him for nine months. God could not love him the way I love him. No one could love him the way I love him. 

I had devised a plan where God would not come between us anymore. Nothing should separate us now. We are meant to be together. 

My plan began with a pleasant dinner between us. The moment he finished eating his dinner, he felt dizzy. It did not take him long to close his eyes. I put him in a wheel chair. 

Then, slowly, I moved to wheel chair, heading towards the ocean that was near our house. As we were drowning in the sea, I hugged him tight and whispered into his ears: “All I ever wanted was to love you. But you would not let me….” 

The End

PS:  I have just recently released a collection of my short stories in book titled Doubt. Abandoned is one of the stories featured in this book.  If you are interested to get a copy of doubt please go to this link. 

Friday, February 8, 2013

The Great Lie




 The Great Lie By Bissme S

I didn’t want her to play this game of madness. I couldn’t stop her. I was helpless. The moment he opened his eyes, she told him lies. She convinced him that she was his wife ...they were happily married... their new home was in New York. Naively, he trusted every word she told him.  

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When I was young, my mother always told me that relationships build on the foundation of lies will never last. Well, my daughter is a walking example that my mother is not always right.

He has no clue that the woman he hugged every night for the last two years is not his wife. And my daughter has no plans to tell him the truth. 

Her relationship with him was built on one lie after another. Yet, I had not seen a happier couple than them. They laughed a lot. She knew exactly the right things to say to make him laugh. From my daughter, I learned lies can make you happy and sometimes, the truth is over- rated.

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”I believe I am destined to love him and no one else.”

In the past, I would have respected my daughter’s privacy and not read her dairy. Not any more. I wanted to know everything about her love for him and nobody lies to their dairy.

He was the first man she loved and she wanted him to be the last man she loved. She had a hard time accepting the fact that he was not her lover… he was not her husband …he was calling another woman as his wife. She was obsessed to be his lover.

She wrote in her dairy: “I have tried to love other men. But all the relationships failed to work out. The more I dissect my failed relationships, the clearer the picture became - at any circumstances and at any price, I had to be his lover. There was no two ways about it. As long as, I am not his lover, I will never find any peace.
Sadness will always hang over my life like dark clouds. I am tired of dark clouds. I yearn for a rainbow. Only he can give me the rainbow that I want so desperately.”

There are many nights she cried herself to sleep, knowing the fact that they can never share a bed together.  She was tired of crying. She wanted so badly to be happy. And only he can give her the happiness she searched for.

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When my daughter wanted to move to New York, I was not thrilled. I didn’t want my only child to be so far away from me.  She convinced me that New York was the best place for her to grow as an artist and reluctantly, I had to let her go.  

Of course, the truth was a different story. She wanted to be far away from him.  But distance did not make her forget him. Sometimes, it is difficult to tell your mind to stop loving someone when your heart still does. 

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Nine months later, I made a trip to New York. I wanted to surprise her. I didn’t want my daughter celebrate her birthday all alone.  Instead, life surprised me. The plane didn’t land safely at the airport.  I died instantly.  I didn’t want to leave my daughter alone in her moment of sadness. I want to keep her company, spiritually. 

It was the biggest mistake I did in my life. Truly, I wished I had not visited her. I wanted to be ignorant of her madness.  I wanted to be ignorant of her obsession.
 
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Unlike me, he didn’t die in the plane accident. He went into a coma. After six months in hospital, she brought him home. Constantly, she was at his bed side… reading to him…talking to him… crying for him ….praying for him. 

There were times she got intimate with him. She hugged him. She kissed him. She whispered words of love into his ears. Then, two years later, out of the blue, a miracle took place. He woke up from his coma. He did not remember who he was. He didn’t remember who she was. She took the opportunity to manipulate her way into his heart.  It was manipulation at the highest degree.

I hope that he never finds out the truth. He would have hard time digesting the truth. As for my daughter, she is not bothered about what is right and what is wrong. She was tired of living a life of misery. She desperately wanted her love story to have a happy ending.    

She wrote in her diary: “I know what I have done is madness. But when love is not madness, it is not love. When the time comes, I will be ready to face God's wrath, his punishment and his hell.”  

Initially, I was furious with my daughter, but slowly, I learned to forgive her. All mothers forgive their children, eventually. I justified to myself that what took place was not entirely her fault. She never asked to be born as his daughter. More than his daughter, she wanted to be his lover. 

The End

P.S. I have just recently released a collection of my short stories in  book titled  Doubt. Wet is one of the stories featured in this book.  if you are interested to get Doubt please log to this link