Philophobia

FOUR

"The doctor is a good fellow. He never for once made me think that I am sitting before a psychiatrist." Baba said while placing the bookmark in his book.

Sataish looked at him and the loose curls of her hair made it difficult to pour the coffee in the cups.

"So, you enjoyed there. You always turn a deaf ear to my words and then you admit that I was right." Sataish said in a pressing tone.

"Look, I praise you in the end. What else you want other than that your Baba loves you." Smiling at the beautiful face of his daughter Baba said.

"What did he ask?" Turning the handle of the cup to Baba's side she inquired.

"Well, he asked me everything but that business. We talked on every possible topic. I am surprised at his knowledge. I must say that he is a genius man." Sipping the hot tea he pressed his lips.

"Let me tell you something. He said that I should change my priorities, in the last few sentences we had together in his office." Baba continued.

"Which change?" She was confused.

"Irtiza said that I should focus more on the subsidiaries associated with the main business as they are still generating revenues. He injected the spirit in me to push them towards the success and I will do it, for sure." He smiled.

"That's great, Baba. I am very happy for you." She grinned.

"I have some plans in my mind and you will help me through them, Sataish." Baba looked straight in her eyes.

"Definitely, Baba. I will help you." She added one biscuit in his fingers.

...

Two days passed so quickly hearing the things about Dr.Irtaza and Baba. Deep inside her heart, Sataish was pacified after ages. Baba was behaving in the most care free manner and he was extracting joy from every single moment. He used to be like it but the last two years were hard.

Scorching beams of Saturday sunlight made their way in her room by making shiny spots on indigo colored curtains and she stretched herself.

Rubbing her eyes she recalled the matters of the day and the lunch popped into her mind.

"It is seven already. How can I sleep this long?" Finding her hair clip, Sataish murmured.

"We have chicken meat, spices, rice. Oh! Yes. Everything." Recalling the grocery available in the cabinets of her kitchen she took a shower and then had an excited breakfast with Baba.

"Have you washed the meat?" Looking for the apron, Sataish asked the maid.

"Yes, Madam. Everything is ready. I wanted to cook but you forbade me yesterday so, I decided to help you in chores." Earnestly Sajida said.

"I am thankful to you. Baba wanted me to cook. Now just give me that pan and fry this chopped onion till golden brown." Sataish instructed her while tying the bands of apron on her back.

She inherited that typical eastern taste from her  mother who had always prayed of a prince for her. A smile decorated her lips on remembering the late lady. Her mother was the most elegant woman she had ever seen. Baba and Mama made a great couple and she never felt any discomfort between them. That was a shiny morning when her suffocating mother handed over Baba to Sataish as he was numb on seeing her go. Baba was the most disturbed man at that time so she had to forget her pain. She had to conceal her tears for the broken man.

The time of lunch was getting closer and she wanted to make everything perfect as their guest was.

"What I am thinking? Well, every man who makes Baba happy is the best." Whispering to her own self Sataish shrugged her shoulders.