The lost pie

“Here, take this. I have your word that you are not abusing even a bit of it. If you fail to pursue, you get butchered, monkey.”

I cite these words quite markedly when my mother handed me a 5rs coin with a lot of resistance and fierce. I wept, moaned, and lastly, I have it to my realization.

We have advanced 15 years since then, when I barely had any privilege to spend anything by hand.

The coin sparkled just like my smiling face and seemed as if it has just come red hot from the forge.

The impending appetite to pursue the pie now was just a matter of time now. I see of that with my eyes closed. With that, my heart yielded a constitutional impatience to savory that pie from the bakery which was no further than two blocks away from my door.

“You must know how to use it to earn many greater benefits. Say it no to your father. He may take it back from you”She remarked to my gleeful face which had an overwhelming blast of exuberance.

My eyes never took off from the coin as I ought to keep it longer in touch. I felt fulfilled when I palmed it.

As it was, I shan’t show it to my father. He may get his fingers on it and wouldn’t even pity the crying face. My father was a strong, determined, and sharp fellow. He was much known for the stinginess all over. I never liked his wretched company. Also, there times when I sensed that he priced the money more than me.

I gave the coin a real fine look, flipped it back. Again. Before long, I had to stick it my pocket of the old ragged short-pants.

It was almost the supper time. I gently run the coin in my pocket and proceed to the dinner table, where my father was already in the pursuit to feed on the special delicacies. But, I had a strong fancy for the pie, so, the food seemed uninspiring to my savory. However, if I don’t eat, the man might conduct some difference. So, I had to eat just like any other day.

Before we course on, here comes the sermon- with some severity. Dinner was almost laid to our depth of the appetite.

“Ummm…delicious” my father fumed out in ecstasy. The pudding, meat, and tar-juice, what else one would fancy for. None of those re-awakened my appetite though- nowhere near. While my parents were into its song, my mind just recalled of the pie.

My mother started serving, and I contemplated the best of me to eat as less as I can. However, just enough to make it seem no difference to the man. As I already established, my father had an ingenious mind. He always presumed what’s coming next, and had an excellent knack of reading people. I stray a little, and my game can go wrong.

I pointed the fork into the beef steak to eat casually. I had to keep some space for that delicacy. And, I shall have it to my tongue today.

“Boy, take some more, it is real, and out of the ordinary. You shall not find it easy. Your mother is too good.”

My mother grinned to the very rare compliment of him. Later, she shook her head in encouragement. He looked satiated as his whetted appetite gets closure. The course terminated. I ensured to have some room.

My father was heartily pleased insomuch that he fled to his room with a song on the lips, while my mother just seemed uneasy to my impatient manifestation.

Every ticking second I was just getting closer to have it to my actualization. Though, it was not safe to assume that I would have it to my realm over and over. “You know,my stingy parents.”

I unwrapped my excitement for an empathetic chase in the name of that heavenly ride. My mind was almost dipped into the core of its delicacy. I neared the store. I could sense its savory and flash its slice. What a great end to the day it would be!

I break off to stop by the bakery and have a fleeting glimpse of the pie placed in the cold storage. This occasion was by far unequal to any previous, when I just was enticed by its nature.

The baker greeted me with an obtainable smile. However, it wasn’t any to my relief. The only way that could bring sanity to my senses was the fat top-crust pie. How sooner can I have a mouthful of it?

Without provoking myself much further, I call up for that brown-yellow slice which was among many. I move my hand to bring out the coin which was named after this pie. I move it around and shuffle it to the shape of the pocket just to have nothing to my hands.

“Give me some time”in a lowered voice.

“Boy, easy. We are open till midnight. You have plenty.”The chef affirmed.

My hand rearranged to re-check the pocket which unfortunately did not bring any relief to my racing heart. I took it out, ruffled the pants again, and resumed searching. I earnestly expressed my hope for that coin to be found.

The fingers were hunting like scavengers inside the pocket all the time. I was overshadowed as I brought into my mind of not making through it. Much to my misery, the baker starred at me disconcertingly. It felt awful.

After all, I pulled out the white ragged cloth out of my pocket.

The off-white color appeared to be sloppy. I was shockingly surprised to have learned that it had ripped off and torn with a sizable hole from the end. What an escape! Darn!

The torment worsened as I realize of losing the first ever money my mother passed to me. I headed back in dismal and more of disappointment. Now, I shall misrepresent myself, or the little scope of having it again would fade away. With my pocket out, I rambled back in grim.

I pull the iron door ring to see my mother opening.

“Where have you been, monkey! Go to sleep. You have to wake up to the sunrise.”

I did not bother returning to that abruptness. And, straight away skated to my room. I think so unlucky of myself with deep contempt. As I turn on the voile lantern, I see a pie and a coin on the bed with a token from my father. The coin appeared to be the same. The note read

“Son, you may have one more tomorrow.”