The next couple weeks Harit was like a salve that worships his wife. He does what ever she want and she wasn’t easy on him either. She make him cook several dishes a day using pregnancy craving as an excuse , since he promise not to upset his wife . Soripa use it as her advantage and torture him. She complain about the nasty mango in the kitchen and make him ran back to the ranch several time a day to fetch some fresh one. Then when he came back with good one she would say their not sour enough. Harit was confuse but keep his mouth shut and lower his head
During the afternoon he goes to his daily classes in the library. He wonder what’s the next lesson. For the pass month he learn so much but never get to use them except on her birthday and even then she was mad at him for kissing her friend hand ? Wasn’t that the polite greeting she taught him! Learning to be a hi-class is harder than ranch work .
This month Soripa hire a female dance instructor to teaches him ball room dancing. He never dance in his life and refuse to learn. He ask her to teach him something else – anything but dancing. Soripa frown and remind him about the promise. He lower his head and follow the dance instructor into the living room, as his wife sits on the sofa watching him .
The dance instructor name, Lala . In her middle 30 , chunky , 5’5 and very perky . Ballroom dancing require frame, posture, speed, proper body alignment, proper usage of feet . Lala adjust Harit ‘s hand around her hip and their other hand met like an arrow . Harit flushed because he never touch any other woman in this position before and Lala laugh at his unease then she move counting step as she swing Harit around . Soripa put on some classic music to set the mood and she return back to her sit . The servant boy was right – he can’t dance! Lala manage to keep a straight face through out the lesson but her feet was swollen. After about 2 hours of intense training, the dance instructor call time out for her feet to heal and quickly sit down on a near by sofa . Harit apologue and promise to try harder
“…how about this , practice with your wife ..�
“..no.no.no. she will get dizzy and it not good for the baby..�
“..Ms.Soripa is pregnant ? How far is she ..�
“..3month, 2 weeks, 4days,..�
Lala laugh at the accuracy date making Soripa embarrass and mumble word indicating she is mad at Harit for that outburst . He rub the back of his neck and give a weak smile.
“…im ok . I’ll dance with you . ..� Soripa move off the sofa walking toward him . She slide her hand on his shoulder and look into his eye “…if u step on my feet ..you dead ..�
“..I ..I can’t promise you that…�
“..if im hurt so is the baby ..�
“..then don’t practice with me . go sit down and rest . I’ll wait for Lala …� he search her face with concern and fear . He place his hand on her hip , indicating he worry about the baby .
“.. charity function is next week . You have to learn . I say dance with me !..� she command and grab his other free hand to join together into an arrow . She started to move forward and Harit have no choice but to step backward counting step in his head. Praying he doesn’t miss and step on her feet . He constantly look down on his feet nervously and begin to sweat. Soripa couldn’t hold her laugh as she watch his clumsiness and giggle. Harit look up into her face and caught her smiling. She realize he was watching and straighten her face. The classic music keep playing as the two dance to the rhythm , Harit finally got use to the step and was proud of himself .
“…im dancing Miss.Soripa ..i was so afraid of hurting you , that it help me focus on the step …
“….when you were dancing with Lala you were too busy checking her out thats why you lost focus…�
“..no.no. it never cross my mind …
“…I saw you flush when you touch her ..
“…I never touch a girl in that position before …. I never dance ..�
“…you touching me in that position now . how come you didn’t flush !!!..�
“..I..I..it difference with you ..�
“…what make me difference from any girl !!!...�
“…b.b..because i seen your body and touches you all over already it not unfamiliar to me ...unlike Lala , i never seen her before � said Harit . He was being honest and he hope she understand .
Soripa blush wildly and step on his feet . He cover his mouth to hold the scream. He watch her march out the room and up the stair . What did he do wrong now ? Is there a day she not mad ? Harit stood there dumbfounded .