The Poorly Rich! #Part2

I was called out to the dinning table as the lunch was about to get served. I closed my Daisy and kept my pen in the drawer. As I was about to enter the dinning hall, I heard Sagar talking to dad, surprisingly as usually dad was never home at this time of the day.
"Dad can we got out for dinner today?" Sagar asked.
Sagar was my li'l brother, two years younger than me.
"What's the occasion?" Dad asked.
"Umm.. Me and di scored well in our exams dad." Sagar was excited. As usual I had no expectations.
"Go out with your mom in the evening. I'm not available. Better be back by 7pm or just stay where ever you are." He said in a stern tone. He wasn't really concerned about how much me and my brother had scored. A few words of appreciation which every child expects from his father on his/her achievements was a pretty distant topic between us and our father.
The maximum discussion we use to have was about the installments of fees at school. That's all.
I never complained. I was used to it by now. I had to be, I had no other option but Sagar still wanted him. He was too young to understand that even after having a father, he wasn't free enough to be with him in his growing years.
"But dad we wanted you.." Sagar started again.
Dad stood up from his chair and shouted,
"Can't you get a simple thing? I'm not free enough to roam around with you to some random place and eat at some random joint. I have an important meeting."
Sagar fell silent. The words inside his throat died.
"How can you not expect him to ask for such a small thing Sanchit? After all he's your son. He has scored.."
Dad's hand went right across mom's face. Slap!
Me and Sagar sat there. Shocked. We were not able to comprehend what just happened.
"What's wrong with you dad?" I muttered.
"You stay out of this Mallika." He reverted back.
I didn't say a word.
"It's all because of her. She must have asked you people to set up with this non sense." As usual the blame game started. He was again accusing mom for something she didn't do.
I cursed myself and Sagar to get this up. Tears were streaming down my face. I had no idea why I was crying but I did, maybe coz mom was crying. I mean, when you are just kid the only reason you cry is coz your mom is crying or possibly you're hurt somewhere, physically.
The same quarrels, accuses, shouting started all over again. I sat there and just cried. I wondered if I was the reason behind it.

All these years, I've lived a life where my dad was just an outsider to me. He was never there when I rode a bicycle for the first time, or I started walking. He was never there to listen to my tell tales from school. He was never there when wanted someone to protect me from the devils of the world. Sagar still experienced a more of him. At least he was sharing his lunch with him, otherwise in my childhood years he use to take his lunch along with him.
Our mansion was a place where he just came to sleep. That's the relationship we had. I knew I had a father only because every morning while going to school, I use to see him asleep in his room, and he knew that he has a daughter because every night he would see me asleep in my room. That's the only time we had with each other. I never demanded more of him. Neither does he had any complaints from me.
I did have a father but he was more like an ATM who fulfilled all what was needed financially. An actual father was like a distant dream in my childhood.

#ToBeContinued

#Maisha ❤