An empty suitcase full of memories.
The messages added salt to wounds.
The car accelerated before the signal turned green. Her mind was wandering and her hands were on the steering she suddenly felt relaxed and cried out of joy
Finally she was free!
Free from the chaos, free from scrutiny and free from bondage. At 35 she virtually divorced the man she had married ten years ago! Thanks to God, she didn't have kids otherwise she had to remain in that wounded relationship which was going nowhere.
She saw her mobile, there were hundreds of messages from Carrie her best friend and Kripa. There were twenty from David, she ignored them. She had her laptop, her ATM card and bunch of car keys with the map, to Florida, Kripa was waiting with Carrie and kids. She had made Chicken Biryani and some soft appetizers of corn and eggs.
Samantha eyes got wet while she turned the car towards the outskirts of Florida. Her and David relationship was over. He was a selfish man who least care about her happiness. He was a busy business man and at home he wanted her. He was rude too. She felt like she was being tortured by his politeness and sweet gestures.
"How could a man be so sweet?" Carrie had asked her once.
Then she had smiled and thought how lucky was she to find an stable man with no worries and who could take care of her shopping spree.
Now she understood what he was thinking when he proposed to her
Samantha was a very independent and educated lady. She workedworked in a law firm where he first spotted her. It took six months to get her to say a yes and within a year they were married!
Carrie's words still echoed in her ears. The flat was two kilometers away and the streets were busy now.
She turned left . The ladies were there and now they will be a three some once again.
Atleast she will have peace there. Her laptop was full of works she needed to finish.
"Ah, David..." why did you treated me like I was your servant? Not really. He wanted her. Her body.
She wanted freedom, her education, her work...
She had left a couple of letters for him and instructed her wardrobes dresses and everything he had gifted she will take in possession soon. Divorce can give her many comforts too.
"Poor David Becker!" She laughed. She laughed at her thoughts and called his number once.
He picked up.
"Where are you bitch?" "where is my evening coffee, get a shower and come near my bed."
"David, I have left you forever. As I have told you before. I owe you nothing, you rude fellow, respect women and I will soon see you in court."
"What the hell are you talking?"
"Its common babe, huh woman"
"Its not Mr. David, I think you are drunk, I'm separating my freedom from you, you divorce me or leave me, until i get my respect back i shall never come to your place."
She then dialled to Kripa, her Indian friend, who bought the flat with Carrie and were expecting her best friend Samantha, to start a new life again. The flat could be now decorated as her choice and her taste. She was at home. Her friends were waving her from the balcony.
She was ready for anything but not to lose her self respect for any man in this world again.
The watchman parked her car and handed her car keys. She hurried toward the lift with her empty suitcase.
Tears started rolling down her eyes. She asked the janitor to keep all her luggage at flat 203.