I escaped Pakistan, to take a break from my busy life as a top listed singer. Now, I'm in Sylhet, Bangladesh. — Reporting to my most trusted diary.
It's the countryside. The sun has only set. Outside her groove, it was getting dark - nighttime was eager to arrive when we were going on with our conversation about fixing her fees — as my interpreter.
We both set at the opposite sides of one another, the tea-table separated us.
"About my fees__ Drink the water first."
Taking the glass of water, I gulped the half of it when she speaks —
"Give me one million bucks, and I'll be your interpreter for two months. Simple." She smiled with clarity.
"Caugh-! One million bucks, for two months?! Are you freaking kidding me—" I choke on the water that she offered me earlier, my eyes unblinking- not being able to gulp her words.
"I never kid. Accept my offer, or leave."
—Later on—
Him – "Are you married, Ms. Interpreter?"
Her – "Yes."
Him – "WHA--"
Her – "Haha, I was just kidding."
Him – "But you said you never kid—"
Her – "I never kid, only when it's the matter of money."
"Chasing The Greedy Interpreter." — Eyran.
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