Coincidental Husbands - 3 : The Media Mess

Chapter 1 - Broken

~~ Nanon ~~

"Hey you, driver! Slow down a bit." The customer said grimacing at me. Since half an hour he has been reading a newspaper and scrutinizing the interiors of my car. I mean c'mon. It's a third hand, 2015's Mazda. Still in its best condition. I get it serviced every three months and clean it daily morning.

"Sure sir." I smiled as wide as I could to please his fat ass. "But if I will drive at this speed, we will not be able to reach before the passport office closing time." I tried to reason with him.

The grumpy old man glared at me from the rearview mirror making an even more scary face than before. "I hate messy drivers." He said narrowing his eyes at me. "And I don't trust your scrap."

Scrap? Did he just call it a scrap? Too far Uncle! Don't badmouth my love.

I immediately looked at the picture tucked in front of my dashboard.

Jimmy's face reminds me to calm down always. That's the only way I can earn right? He says Customer is King. So we need to respect them.

"Sir, for your information, I have been driving since I was 16. It's been 8 years. You can trust me." I tried to convince him.

He took out his glasses and looked at me shocked. "So you mean you are a driver since 16? Did you not go to school?" He asked.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself. "What has studies got to do with my profession... Sir?" I answered emphasizing in the last word gritting my teeth but as politely as possible.

"So you didn't complete your studies?" he shook his head making a face that said he is disappointed in me.

"I completed my schooling till plus two. Just did not go to university." Why the hell should I answer him all this?

"That is as good as not studying. And look at you. Proudly calling yourself a driver."

What's wrong in being a driver? "Can't say I am not proud of myself."

"So disappointing!"

"Are you planning to marry off your daughter to me?" Can I be anymore calm, Jimmy? I looked at Jimmy's face and mentally cursed his preaching.

"What? How dare you talk like that? Who will marry off their daughter to a driver?"

"Do you know how to drive to passport office yourself?"

"I can't drive." He said.

"Then how come you dare look down on a driver?" Honestly Jimmy, I am going to turn and look to the right hand side of the picture soon if this guy doesn't mind his tone.

"Firstly I have no daughter, only a son. And secondly, my son is a lawyer. He is dignified and elegant. And even if gay marriages are now legal, I will still not allow him to marry someone like you." He said wearing his glasses again and going back to reading his paper like it was nothing to insult me.

"Who says I will marry a guy in first place?" I changed the gear to third and then to fourth increasing the speed at its best possible in the city traffic.

"Slow down!"

"And who the fuck says that all the lawyers are dignified and elegant?" I am seriously losing it.

"Hey, you badmouthed loser. Drive slowly. Or else I'll report you to Police."

Did he call me a loser? Sorry Jimmy, but I need to turn right. I looked at the face of the boy standing on the right of me in the picture. It was my last year's birthday picture with Jimmy on the left of me and Chimon on the right.