“What the fuck are you talking about, Mamoni?” Soma managed to choke her words out while still coughing.
“You bitch! I see how you two been making goo goo eyes at each other. And when you think ain’t nobody looking, your hands all over each other. Now all I want to know … is the my grandson your brother’s?”
“No, damn it, that’s your Jamai’s baby! But why you think he’s Suman’s?”
“Cuz you and Rahim were married together more than one year there’s no sign of your pregnancy … even you’ve once mentioned about Rahim’s poor sperm accountability. Then you came home on last ‘Durgapuja’ … supposedly enjoying the great Puja festival in Kolkata and BAM! You’re pregnant!”
“Like I told you, we got lucky!” Soma could see where this was going.
“The real question is … how long have you been making love with your brother?” Supriya blurted out and Soma held her mother’s eyes as she contemplated her answer.
“It started with a dream … you know our family-priest blessed me offering a ‘Jaba ( Hibiscus ) Flower’. He instructed me to keep that blessed flower under the pillow on which I’ve to sleep placing my head,” Soma said … even mentioning Parvati Maa’s message and after that, her seduction … sexual activities with her brother … and finally the pregnancy.
“OMG!” Supriya gasped … and she became silent for a few minutes … trying to digest the whole matter. Slowly she realised the importance of Parvati Maa’s message. She could feel that her daughter was able to become a mother complying that holy message, “Sorry Doll, it’s my ignorance, I fail to understand you!”
“It’s OK,” Soma felt some relief. “You know Mamoni, how I was trying badly to become a mother … even at one point I lost faith in my life!”
Supriya recalled the acute depression her daughter was facing that time … she was very much worried about her. Then on last ‘Durgapuja’, she was her old self again. ‘My son’s dick had done that magic to my daughter,’ She thought ruefully as she reached out and grasped her daughter’s hand.
“So what are you going to do now? And what about Rahim? Is he aware about these?” She caressed her daughter’s hand affectionately. “Actually I don’t have the hang ups about family and sex … but other people do!”
“I know, I know!” Soma smiled. “And don’t worry … your Jamai knows everything. He is very much happy to become a official father.”
“Is it? I can’t believe … you’re really lucky to have a husband like Rahim.” Supriya sat up joyfully, and took a final pull on her coffee. “Now why don’t we get out and let off some steam. One thing … I have an important shooting tomorrow … maybe late to come back. But don’t worry, your father will be here … I think he can take care of your baby and you both.”
To be continued…..
