4 Solutions Pt.2 (1/2)

Thinking about those early times, we did not have much to say or do, and now, we have families of our own. We truly were grown up.

My lips curved upwards, and I moved near Mapalla and Trigman. They both stopped their verbal abuses and looked at me in confusion.

”Hey, Mad, why are you crying?” Trigman questioned.

I didn't even realize that I had tears rolling down my cheeks. I touched both of my eyelids and wiped them away. When I opened my eyes, I was able to see them better.

”You guys are the best”

Their open mouths closed immediately, and they smiled too.

Trigman waved my reports he had in his hands and guided me towards a chair. He sat down on his Doctor chair following me and said, ”Do you want to check your report, or should I explain everything out?”

”No, I don't understand anything anyway, so tell me what I should know.”

”Apparently, nothing's wrong I didn't find anything out of place.” Trigman said as he shrugged his shoulders.

”Then why did you make it sound as a big deal when there was nothing to explain?” I had weight in my tone. Probably because I did not want my sex life disturbed.

”Just to get a reaction out of you. I believe you had this test regarding your pregnancy issues?” Trigman Inquired.

”Whoo! Look at little angel, trying to be a big lady.” Mapalla chimed in. Then he gave some thought to what Trigman said,” Wait, what pregnancy issues?”

I threw my arms down like a boxer who just lost a fight. Probably like Duran.

I was also at the point where I was ready to throw in the towel.

No Mas.

As I was lost in thought of a retired boxer, Trigman filled Mapalla of the details.

How Kyo and I decided to give birth to a child.

How I went to the sperm bank and got it injected in me.

How I failed five times.

Mapalla listened to all of this while staring blankly towards the white porcelain roof as he whiffed his cigarette.

After the last puff, he muttred, ”Sounds like your EQ and SQ are messed up.”

I rose my lowered head and shot a look at him. He was composed and stoic.

I did not want Mapalla to tell me that. Anyone but him.

Let me explain why.

Mapalla is a spiritual speaker. Like a public speaker. I don't have a job definition for him. The only reason why he is not at home most of the times is because he is travelling the world. He has been asked to give speeches at Oxford, Yale, and Cambridge to name a few. He is named 'Life Liberator' by his followers. After writing four books and numerous articles for Magazines like Weed World and Dr. Oz, he is a true cult of personality.

And if anyone could place a finger on my mental state, it was Mapalla. Looking at him is like reflecting at yourself. He is like still water. One can see his reflection into him, and the moment he starts speaking, he revolutionizes the perception of their listener. If I could describe HIS PERSONLAITY in one word, it would be SUBJECTIVE.

And that was the reason I didn't want Mapalla to say anything. If he did, like just now, it would be like my soul was screaming in my face.

I still mustered up the courage and asked him to explain.

He was no longer lying on the table but was sitting on the side.

”There are three concepts of a human mind. IQ, EQ and SQ. IQ refers to your 'Intelligence Quotient', which is stable in your case. You have a job. You put food on the table. You know how to behave in public.

EQ is Emotional Quotient. Anything involving emotions would trigger this aspect. You have a stable EQ right now, but it wavers, because of the consequences you so much focus on.

SQ is last and the most important one. It is Spiritual Quotient. For the lack of better words, it is the balance of your soul. This affects both IQ & EQ. and this, my angel is affecting your whole body.”

I was struck with lightning.

”You-You mean to say this chemical imbalance in my mind is rejecting my desire to bear a child?”

”This is no chemical imbalance. You have done some things in the past. Probably not of the pleasant kind. And not just once. You question if this is your last chance, the last shot at life. You are afraid fate is going to play with you again, and you don't want to be liable for when it happens.

Abandonment that you have accustomed to is not a pleasant attribute to house.”

”Mapalla, shut up. Before I punch your teeth in, shut up!” My tears were back.

”You think your life is a white board. Clean all the marker stains, and its anew again. But it is a black board, angel. Rubbing it once would not remove all the lines drawn by the chalk of life.”