Magpie

I was fresher at that time when I got my first job at hotel as a receptionist. It was a simple job for me. New in job world, enjoying the practical life of human, not bad at all. And it was paying me off a good time. At first I had to choose shifts, later I transferred myself into a hotel telephone operator. It was very exciting job for me, newly acknowledging about pbx systems. I had no idea that that kind of device even exist. My job was to guaranteeing the smooth operation and handling of all telephone communication at the hotel, providing quick, well organized and polite telephone services to our guests and the hotel staffs to make our regular life more easier. I was enjoying my private telephone network of the hotel when I had mistakenly overheard one of our outgoing call, that day was very exhausting for me. New in pbx system as a user employee and after all day long switching calls, managing incoming and outgoing calls for a company's internal users, learning at the same time to handle the public phone system that automatically routes incoming calls to the specific extensions, on the other hand sharing and managing multiple lines was quite a missing beat of a heart indeed. Late that working day, a call from overseas of a businessman changed my whole tiresome day into a 'happy go lucky day' or in words I must say I fell for his voice and tenderness towards his lover. It was a himalayan blunder in my part of act but the mesmeric nature of his womanizing character or anyone could have claimed it was a simple art of words, the way he talked that late evening at my last call of the working day that had changed my vale of tears. He was VoIP user. Simmering rains made the whole atmosphere a little nostalgic for a fresher like me. I had no idea at that late age of my 20s when I didn't had any boyfriend or lover or ever fell in love with anyone, could fall for just from a simple voice that I accidentally overheard over switching my call to my one of the hotel client. He was smiling in mysterious sensational way to his lover who was waiting for him in one of the hotel room. He was in his apologetic voice when he was saying he could not meet her on time in hotel. He was going to attend few days festival in Vietnam with his very expensive clients. He was shyly declining every possible way to attend her sooner than later. She was his lover, it seemed their relationship was missing affectionate touch of emotions. At that point of time, he could not convinced her how difficult it was for him to work there as an outsider where every now and then people were doing many mischievous things to die for. He was in the middle of civil war while he had to handle his clients. It was a rainy day after all that call didn't last till two hours. One hour past by just along with him. At the very beginning of his call, he was asking her, what did she wore with a very silent tempting voice, she was a silly high schooler who worked as a part time prostitute or in polite word momentary lover, she was only thinking about her endeavour with his money. She didn't showed any kind of sensuality towards his captivating alluration but only asked him, if he was able to pay for her extensive working days. But he didn't bulge for a second. He was an unstoppable at his comforts. He was convincing his momentary lover to answer to his questions. After few minutes of here and there exchanging words, she started to helping him to ease his busy life. Oh my, o my, what an unwritten utterance it was. I was really feeling good at that time. How slowly he undressed her in our soft comfy luxurious bed, I even couldn't imagine. He was the dictator and she was his one and only servant who was uncontrollably following his words with her body. His calm sensual vibes of words even making me to prolong for him. Even I was starting to miss him. When he exhaust her and me with his stepping stone words from our lips to bottom as if someone was loving both of us with his soft, calm, air of breezy irresistible enticement. Both of us blooming like night queen flowering at night. It was my first experience with a man like him but she didn't treasured as much. After moaning for a while she fell asleep and I was there listening to his silent sigh that was longing for someone's care to feel his face with hands. I wished to feel his ignorant hurts of his lonesome heart but the time, distance and weather were weaker than our pbx connection. My jaw dropping experience of lovers sweet murmur was remarkable enough for me that night. How he did that within his busy schedule I had no idea. After their final words of departure, I was feeling lonely and depress for him. Why did he need such a momentary love exchange of words, probably busy life couldn't tolerate any sweet, tender hearted feelings of a respectable lady or probably not that much of a fortunate to get a good wife who was qualified enough to travel with him or else he would be stayed lonely as an owl of dark, deep, blue and black night. Hmm, with dangling guilt of satisfaction, I was feeling worried about him. It was vietnamese after all he was with. They were very uninviting kind of people as far as I heard about them, never loved any foreigners in their entire life or welcomed graciously, always very intrusive about them as if they were going to sale their women in the foreign market or steal them or use them as an incidental or coincidental lover. Howbeit, I couldn't share any kind of detail wisdom in my adolescent time. I was experiencing my growing ovarian cycle into adulthood that was younger than his momentary lover. I was the shadow of forbidden walls who was witnessing their nudity of love affairs in my naked eyes of imagination, ears to profound their weakness of lonely souls and adapting the nudism unfurling a reality infront of me.