This chapter is in Pagan Min's point of view
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We all sat round De Pleur's table and I had the chef make one of my all time favorite dishes. I had decided that I was going to change out of my black coat and into something more formal, so I wore my pink blazer, Now I was happy man, I had my boy, and my favorite food front of me. Paul was just telling me about the writing competition Ashley had won. "Give my congratulations to Ashley on your next visit home". It was at those words when Ajay came to, and it was about time to, I was ready to eat. "I must say Paul, your little corner of Kyrat here is rather beautiful". I was now sat at the table with Paul, Ajay, and his friend that he made along the way. To be honest I was a little annoyed at the lack of torture happening, but it didn't matter because I knew Paul would live up to his name. I looked across to Ajay seeing he was now fully conscious. "Well take the bloody bag off his head". The bag was lifted off his head and seeing his confused face I felt I had to apologize once more. "Again terribly sorry for what happened before, this is more what I had in mind". "So for a fresh start, Introductions". I pointed at Ajay "Ajay Ghale, our guest of honor". I pointed at Paul. "Paul, our very gracious host". I then looked at the man opposite Paul. "The little monkey, whose name I still don't know". I then returned the attention to me. "And I of course Pagan Min". Despite the introductions Ajay just looked even more confused, more so now that I had mentioned my name. To be honest I felt a little offended. "You really don't remember me do you? Your mother, she never spoke of me, never mentioned me?" There was still no reaction. I sighed.
"Oh well, we'll change that, Paul I need cash". Paul reached for his wallet. "How much do you need?" He asked me. I groaned. "All of it" I said as I took the money from his open wallet. "Thank you". I flicked through the paper. "Here we are. ah. Hm?" I held it to my face for likeness. No reaction. I put the money down and picked up another note. "alright, how about this, with the smile?" I said through my smile. I flicked the note out of my hand. I pulled out another note and held it in font of me for Ajay to see. "That's you" Ajay said finally figuring this it. I pulled the note back and calmly said "That's me". I looked at the note and sighed "Although I'm not so sure anymore". I dropped it. You know, it's as if I had lost my touch, as If I wasn't my old self. The feared dictator.
I picked up the ashes of Ishwari that sat in front of me. "now your mother, your mother on the other hand, she understood me. She knew me in a way that no one ever did". Ajay had tried to get the ashes pf me, but was soon seated again. I dipped my pinky finger into the ashes and licked them off my finger". I suddenly had a flush of memories of Ishwari. I sighed, "Mm, that takes me back".
I turned the ashes to get a better look at them. "The last time I saw Ishwari was years ago. She told me she loved me, Women they can do that, they can tell you they love you in the moment and mean it, men on the other hand. No, men only really love you in hindsight. When too much distance has built up". I finished fumbling with the ashes and placed them back down. I looked up and noticed Ajay's '+ 1' texting. Does he know how rude that is? What did it matter, he was going to find out anyway.
I grabbed a fork and stood up, "So, when your mother decided to flee to the United States with you on your hip, I couldn't help but blame myself" I stood behind the man and watched him tense up as I placed my hands on the back of his shoulders. "Then I realized, it's not me, It was the fucking Golden Path!". I pushed the man into the table and shoved the fork into his back. I looked at Ajay to make sure he was listening. "Those fucking terrorist, they ruin everything". I looked at the man. "Like dinner! Did no one ever tell you it's rude to text at the table?". I picked up the phone from under his hand and held it up while looking at my guards. "Really guys, we're not checking for these anymore?". I read the phone. "Ah, 'I'm with Ajay Ghale' You'll love this part, 'Help'". I showed the phone to Paul and Ajay. "A text for help? You don't text for help, you cry for help". I decided, since he took the effort for asking for help, I decided to be nice and help him ask for help in a proper manner. "So come on, you're going to cry for help. You're going to do something, you're going to do something right". I pulled him to the edge of the balcony, "Here we go... Go on... Cry for help.
All he could manage was a measly little "h - help". "Aw, pathetic. No cry for help" I demanded. This time I got more of a yell from him. "Like you mean it, boy!" This was useless. I decided to cry for him "HELP!, From your diaphram!". He started to yell for help and so did I. "Shh shh" I started to hush him. "Now we listen". Silence. "I'm afraid they're not coming for you buddy". I chuckled before removing the fork.
I walked back to the table before instructing the guards to find out what he knows. Paul stood up too for interrogations. I picked up my phone. "Terrorist right? Now please stay right here" I motioned for Ajay to stay seated. I began walking to the door. "Enjoy the crab Rangoon, Don't move, I'll be right back". I held the phone to my ear as I left. "Yuma, we need to talk".