Who?

It was dark and the roads were empty. Well, what do you expect at 2am? Sheila thought. Usually, her shift used to finish by midnight, and she was in her bed by 1am. However, today it was different. She had to stay back until 1am. The pickup Van left on schedule with the remaining employees. It will drop them home first before returning for Sheila. It will be morning by the time the van returns, Sheila thought and cursed while standing below the company office. The guard was staring at her constantly. She noticed his behavior but decided to ignore it. Her mind was more busy thinking about the late night repeat of Balika Bahu she was going to miss.

She remembered Rohit once gave her a taxi number. She searched through lipsticks, DTC pass, company ID, some cash, hairpin, etc to find that crushed piece of paper in her basket size purse. Finally, she did succeed.

“Hello!” A hoarse and probably drunk voice came from the other side.

“Hi! Is this radio taxi?” She gently asked.

“No, it is your @#!@$.” A reply came. Sheila immediately hung up. Her eyes moistened and anger soared inside her. What is wrong with the world? She cursed the lord. The security guard continued staring at her. She walked toward him. The 40 years old, Ram Prasad became a bit uncomfortable. His eyes were suddenly confused about where to look. Sheila wiped her tears, dialed the same number again, and gave the phone to Ram Prasad. Confused and dazed, he did not know what to do. He took and raised it to his ear.

“It is ringing.” He said to her.

“Good! I want you to scold the recipient for misbehaving with me.” She shouted. Ram was perplexed.

“Are you out of your mind? Why the fuck I should take trouble for you?” He furiously shouted after disconnecting the cellphone.

“Why the fuck you were ogling at me if you don’t even have the balls to take a phone call for me?” She retaliated in equal anger. Ram Prasad felt his manhood challenged. He immediately lunged towards her and slapped her hard. Sheila did not cry but smiled. Her cheek was cherry red.

“Yes, that’s suits you more.” Sheila said and went back to the reception where she earlier stood. After an hour, the company Van came. She never dialed a taxi number after that night. Ram Prasad never looked at her again.