Ishtar gasped and exclaimed delightfully, with eyes widely open at pink roses in silver vases placed on the lunch table.
"So captivating!"
With this kind of set up she was introduced to, her tough serious looking face drastically shifted to warm and jolly. On the other side of the table, sitting so relaxed on the chair, Bob Lee proudly smiled to watching a pretty smile on her face, gorgeously pleased.
Pink rose flowers were an impressive catalyst for a great feeling. They impulsively caught Ishtar's attention so deeply. And whenever she looked at their petals and sniffed at them, it stimulated her to the bone.
"Why do I feel deeply connected to this life? Everything around me feels so magnet. My soul is so calm like here is where it belongs."
With an endless gorgeous smile on her face as she caressed the petals, Ishtar added in a whisper:
"Look at them. So beautiful in a silver vase."
What exactly could Bob Lee miss if he really needed to touch the deepest part of Ishtar's soul, make her so relaxed and happy as a woman that has ever loved him to the bone. The fact that they grew up in the same home, at a certain point of time attended the same school, and on top of it all they once found a love partner in eachother and exchanged vows to becoming married, Bob Lee perfectly understood Ishtar's taste to the last detail.
But to his observation at the moment, when he took a keen study of the situation, something seemed off. Ishtar's behavior was strange. Everything excited her as if this was her first time to experience it.
But, what he didn't know was that, Ishtar was having an amnesia that had lasted for years.
So excited and restless, her mouth salivating, looking at the dining table set up that met her desires so perfectly, she did not care to loose her table manners. Immediately she placed aside a warm white hand towel after whipping her hands clean, she pushed the cut rally out of her sight and grabbed the chicken's thy, teared it off from a whole on a wide plate in the centre of the table. This time round Ishtar was ready to go raw with the feast.
After all, the young lady had not been able to sit down and enjoy a decent meal from last night.
Bob Lee leaned and placed his arms against the dining table. He held a satisfied smile at her, while she continued to stretch her hand, picking greedily from all dishes on the table. Not untill her tummy was at capacity _ filled with a salad, grilled chicken, bread and well quenched with white wine, as soon as Ishtar took her first bite, she never lifted her eyes to look at Bob Lee in the face again.
Finally, when she concluded with the eating session, comfortably, she leaned back and rested on the chair.
With ease, she looked him in the face and spoke:
"Since you've been messing me up for quite a while, it's high time to seal it off I guess."
With eagerness, Bob Lee slightly moved his head. He had waited in expectation for this moment to arrive. Knowing so well how he mistreated Ishtar in their marriage and finally abandoned her with their new born and went ahead to enjoy life with another woman, Bob Lee was prepared to face the heat.
Ishtar added:
"So, tell me. Why did you fuck me up?"
Immediately, he wore a remorseful face and sighed.
"Am so sorry. Since I was drinking so terribly, I wasn't in my rightful mind."
Loosing all the cool on her face, Ishtar leaned in from comfort and asked him:
"And you think that's part of my business?"
Talking tough, she added:
"What are you sorry for? Hiring me to kill for you, and then had someone else to do the job! Or fucking around with my conscience? What exactly are you really sorry for Mr Bob Lee whatever you call yourself?"
An offbeat from what he was expecting, Bob Lee became speechless and puzzled. He couldn't understand why Ishtar was avoiding the major expression he was craving.
She added:
"You reaching out to my handler, paid so handsomely knowing you had chosen the best for the job. How could you make me look a fool in that hotel room? That's not how I operate!"
Then, bitterly Ishtar stood up and concluded:
"You messed yourself up when you messed with me!"
Passionate however, so weakened in total confused, Bob Lee mentally said to himself:
"I don't even know about how our child, the only one I have in life is doing. For years I've searched for you. Desperately went down on my knees and prayed for this moment to come; when both of us meet again, sit down on a round table. By the grace of heavens, here we are. I'm desperate to account for all that I put you through."
He added deep within:
"But, I don't understand why even the way your eyes are looking at me seems like they never saw me before today. I feel how careless your voice sounds.... speaking to me like I am a total stranger! Just a client who hired you for a job!"
Talking to him while he is absent minded _ all lost in emotions, Ishtar bangs the table to call back his attention.
"You think drowning yourself deep in a heap of thoughts is gonna save your day? This is not a sympathy game young man!"
Now, Bob Lee started to loose his patience and snapped.
"So, what now? You gonna kill me too? How did I messed myself up? Tell me! Saving your ass out there and bringing you to my home is how I messed myself?!"
With eyes full, he raised up from his comfort and added on top of his deep voice:
"Let's talk some real shit now! Why are you pretending? Pretending you have nothing to tell me! I know you're mad at me! Oh Yes! I know it bothers you to look at my face right now. Probably you're thinking of tying a rope around my neck, then attach it to a big stone and send me to the bottom of the ocean!"
Ishtar questioned instantly with curiosity in her eyes:
"And why should I hate you so much to even treat your corpse with such enmity?"
As Bob Lee on his legs anxiously expressing his pain, suddenly, Nadia Browne appeared, setting her eyes on her worst enemy, Ishtar.
"And what's this bitch doing in my house?"
Bob Lee was shocked to see her.
"I thought you had left to Italy..."
"I didn't. After killing the prime minister, I had to take the release documents to be verified. And according to the system, I've been told to wait for twelve more hours for the stamp to be released. I may not need to fly to Italy if the whole process can be completed here."
Bob Lee asked in line with the plot:
"How is it possible?"
Boldly, Nadia Browne replied:
"Thats what the prime minister said before I gave him an intoxicated glass that sluggishly took his life while he weakly laid to sleep."
As soon as Ishtar heard their conversation, as an intelligent lady, she began adding dots. Immediately she stepped forward and spoke to them.
"So you set me up? You paid me to become the sacrificial lamb in your plot! The one that the police will point its guns at and you go free!"
Consumed with hate and jeolous, out of the blue Nadia Browne turned to Ishtar and struck a heavy sounding smack straight into her face. Holding her nose in pain, Ishtar angrily swang a professional fist, and before the it touched Nadia Browne's neck, Bob Lee was quick to stop it.
In a desperate struggle to be released as her arms were strongly grabbed tight, Nadia Browne saw a big opportunity that shouldn't be missed here.