Divorce Party

Divorce party

"I'm tired of the daily grind. Why don't you get a divorce? Is this life worth living?" Simran sipped his beer and looked at the beer bottle, tearing its raised label.

"Yeah, bro, you're right; we have to do something," Preet replied.

"Why do you try to strike your foot on ax? Your home is currently worth around 1 million. If your mom and dad got divorced, it wouldn't be living at home, the two would be separated, and what would happen to your future? Their cousin Nihal, who had come to them in the afternoon, spoke

"Nihal, you don't know, they have built our life hell, they fight every day.

You know Preet and me, like Survival show, we just love the show. We wait for the front, and precisely at that time, they start exchanging hotshots. When they fight, we can't enjoy our show. We told them so many times, don't fight between ten and eleven but never listen. They also start in front of our guests.

A few days ago, Dad brought Mickey. He wants to adjust and start buying Micky instead of a bottle. He also drank in the washroom so that mom won't see him. Mom is a genius. Mom finds out after the third peg, that's all. Dad picked up the car in protest and went and fetched the whole pitcher.

We were scared but baffled they came out of the bedroom in the morning laughing beautifully. Dude, we get confused; what are they doing, and how do they get along? Is? They enter the bedroom as if only one would come out alive now.

In the morning, they take tea, breakfast, and they go back to work. If fight, smile, go shopping, celebrate Diwali, why they are confusing us."

"What's so significant about a fight?" Nihal asked.

"They need something little to fight for, they think bored of each other, are not living life, we're just spending our days, and we want that they both should live their life nicely with their taste. They should not interfere with each other personal life.

Dad loves to drink, but Mom hates this habit. Mom uses to go to her friend's home to listen to a saint's narration, but Dad does not like it. Dad said that the saint is a hypocrite, a womanizer, and a thug.

Mom does not want to listen against her Guru. Dad said if you wish to religious teachings, go to Gurdwara, a traditional way. Both love their lifestyles. So we want them to get a divorce." Simran said.

"Preet, what about more beer. Do we have more, or that's it? Seems like three more left, and it is not even six o'clock yet."

"Nihal Veere, we don't have more, yes. Dad has it, but he will not give it to us for free. I have to pay Dad's sixty dollars, and Simran has to pay in hundreds, so, you ask and see." You will probably get it for free."

"Preet, why don't you do this? Ask Mom for money and get beer from Dad with the same money." Simran devised a plan.

"I ask and see, but what excuse should I make?"

"Say you want to get a memory card."

"Yes, that's right."

Preet got up from the yard and went inside to the kitchen. Mom took out her purse; there was no money in it, then she took out Joginder Singh's wallet from his pant.

She took out a fifty-dollar note and gave it to Preet, saying, go quickly, today is Saturday, the Mall will not be closed, you have almost one hour only."

"OK, Mom, I'm leaving now."

Preet then went to the yard and showed the note and said, "Done job."

"Nihal, now you go to Dad. He has a case of 24 Canadian beer. He has kept it for guests only.

He doesn't drink beer. Hold the dollar in your hand so that Dad doesn't give up."

Nihal went inside and climbed the stairs. Joginder Singh was reading a book in his room. Seeing Nihal, he put the book aside. "

"Fuffer Ji, I want a favor from you; we need a beer case but don't want to go outside. Simran told me you have a beer box. Please take cost, and You'll get more tomorrow."

"No, I have not opened a liquor store here. Did you see a sign outside my room, `Cold beer sold here!"

"Hey, hey, weekend, just relax."

"OK, I'll give it to you, but I have a condition."

"What's that, uncle?"

"Don't call me fuffar; tell me fuffarh in Punjabi once."

"I have tried many times, but I can't just accent problem."

Joginder Singh laughed and said, take the beer, ask Simran to take it from the cold room, and also show me this fifty dollars note; it looks like mine."

"No, uncle, I got it out of the ATM yesterday."

"Look, Preet is your sister; stop her from drinking beer. In our culture, our girls don't drink."

"Fuffer ji, we'll talk to her, but she drinks only for when she in our company, not much."

"Go well now; you will be waiting, and tell your aunt to come and listen to me."

Saying goodbye, Nihal came down.

Nihal gave the fifty dollar note to Preet, Preet gave it to Mom, and Mom again put it in Joginder Singh's pocket.