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Not a husband A trip down the memory lane-3
I won’t bore you saying anything about how my parents ran off on me. They just ran off with my every single penny. I was penniless in every sense. When I was wondering what to do next, the loan sharks came. And I was taken to their boss.Some crazy things happened and I was to be married to his daughter. I tried to delay it and possibly break it however Mona spilled cold water on my plans.I thought she would flat out reject me and I will be free to leave on the condition that I pay the money. I was fine with paying the loan back yet Mona chose to marry me which made things even more complicated.After the registration, I handed the registration papers to Mona. She is free to do whatever she wants with it. I only kept the plant that we got. It was a Cherry tree. I can’t let the tree die.We were taken to our new house but I didn’t feel like sleeping in that house. I used a tree branch as my bed.I know I skipped a little there. But it really was nothing more than Mona’s mother and me
Not a husband A trip down the memory lane-4
A month had passed since I came to Egypt. One thing I understood is that this place has mainly two sides. But that’s true for every country. However the day and night of this country is totally different. The daytime is busy. Everyone has something to do. They are always rushing to places. But the night is different. Those very same people go out and enjoy themselves. The night is awfully colorful. I found a work.I work as a porter at the port. It’s physically challenging. But the pay is decent if you know. The next job I have is during night.I work as a server at a local bar. That job is for information gathering. You find a collection of people at the bar. If you hear everything, you will know many things.I was barely going by. I had a room to myself and I cooked for myself. It was fulfilling. Facing many people and getting to know many people. But one day, it all changed.That day was like any other day. However the night was different. The bar owner was on edge that night.“O
Not a husband A trip down the memory lane-5
It has been 2 weeks since I became a captive. Every day has been full of torture. Not day but night.I was treated normally during daytime and was given free meals. I even became friends with the macho dudes. But at night, they helped Margaret torture me.The torture methods varied. The first day was light torture. And it kept escalating. Last night, I was shocked for two hours. The tingling sensation made my body numb. I would have died if the voltage was higher.Before that, they beat the living hell out of me with metal bats. My ribs were almost broken. But my bones are cracked more or less.I was able heal pretty quickly and my pain tolerance has improved. They stabbed me and gouged my body with knives as well.Looking back at those, I feel that I have grown. I didn’t even scream which made Margaret kind of mad. “Dude, are you really human?” One of the macho dudes asked. “I am a bonafide human.”“You don’t seem human to me. No one has survived more than two days. But you are in
Not a husband A trip down the memory lane-6
My new journey began with Masato. It had only been a few months but I experienced so many things. It took a month to fully recover. But the scars were permanent. My body looked like a chopping board.“Akito, what will you do now?” (Masato)“I did say that I will go with you. So anywhere is fine. Just take me with you.” “Fine. Let’s go deep into the continent. We are in Egypt now. But you will not be safe here. Especially because Margaret is here.” (Masato)“She sure is a nutcase. But tell me, why exactly everyone obeys her?” “She wasn’t like this. But everything changed when she volunteered in an experiment. After that, she changed. Her mental condition worsened by the day and she became what you saw today. Her husband sent her here because she could hurt her children.” (Masato)“She has children?” I knew she was married from her ring but for her to have children…her husband must he something.“Yes. Her son is two years younger than you. Her daughter is 7 years younger than you.” (
Not a husband Akito, a person shrouded in mystery
(Mona POV)Akito, my husband, is telling us his past experiences. How he was and how his fate was a joke. He told us all of his misfortunes and it sounded like self-mockery.It is true that his life was not easy. His parents didn’t love him. He had to fend for himself and then he was sold to the government to be a Guinea pig. I can’t say I sympathize with him or feel his pain but his experiences are not normal. How can one man suffer this much?After his survival from that experiment, he started working only to find himself knee deep is debt. His debt became the reason for our marriage. My father was the lender and his family, unbeknownst to him, was the debtor. After our kind of one sidedly forced marriage, he left. My mother drove him away like she was afraid of him. It was all a mystery until he started to reveal the truth.His experiences only get worse. He went to Egypt in a cargo container. He survived there by eating garbage. He was finally settling down when he was targeted
Not a husband My sins, my lies
(Akito POV)I do not consider myself as a good person. I have done many wrong things. I have lied, I have cheated people, I have killed people, stolen, swindled and the list goes on. Even now, I am lying. No, my past story is true. There is nothing false about it. I am not Akito, that is also true. I am a survivor of the now scrapped project, code named: Serus. I was telling everyone my past experiences. But suddenly Margaret called me. She is the one who tortured me the most while I was in Egypt. But I don’t hate. Rather, I sympathized with her. I offered to kill her but she didn’t die.She was also a modified human, modified to be the same as me. Due to the strenuous modifications, her psyche took the hit and she became mentally unstable.During her unstable days, she did many things which got the ire of many people. I tried to kill her using poison but her immunity was improved so it became harder to kill her using toxins.Monga and I were originally there when I gave her poison.
Not a husband My mistakes
(Masato POV)Damn that Akito or Serus. I can’t call him Akito anymore as he has revealed everything about him. It was my mistake to begin with. I should have killed him a long time ago. If I had done that, a lot of people would have been spared.Serus really killed a lot of people. And he will continue to kill. I don’t know what he is planning on doing. He made his exit like he had planned it beforehand.That Indian girl is cooperating with him. I didn’t like that girl from the beginning. And now, Serus has finally strayed away. The smoke canisters were full of sleeping gas. But it had little effect on me. However, I couldn’t make any sudden movements. Increase in heartbeat would cause me to fall asleep.I had to stay still until the smoke cleared. Another person is sitting up. She is Kanehaya’s daughter, Shizuka. That man is as cautious as ever. He even drilled his daughter with special training.She is looking at me but isn’t moving. Her breathing is a bit off so she needs more pra
Not a husband What should I do?
I have only arrived in India. Upon my arrival, I found myself in immediate danger. Ratri and I disembarked from our plane and went through the airport.The immigration and stuff, just know we didn’t come here through proper means. However, I was surrounded once I got out. Ratri was taken hostage. By none other than her mother.The people surrounding are people whom I know. I have met most of them before. We are in Benares. This place is both holy and unholy. I don’t mean to desecrate the image people have but it goes both ways.I got entangled with them 3 years ago. I speak an entire year, in this city, being chased by goons.Anyway, Ratri is someone who can’t go against her mother. She did say that her mother went home while we were in Japan.So she has been waiting for me, I guess! “Mother, it has been a while since I last saw you.” I can speak Hindi decently as well. I spoke in Hindi. Mother doesn’t like speaking English.“Why are you calling me mother? Call me Ma.” (Ma)“Yes, Ma