Chapter7:Who Is Susan?

Few months ago when Jamole paced down to the bus terminal where he boarded bus to his work place, he often prayed inwardly for the homeless beggars that hounded the cold streets of Antipolo. But tonight he was literally one of them. Struggling under the weight of his bag, Jamole kept staring at the post office while he trudged away, hoping Dean Bur would change his mind and let him pass the night . “What sort of life is this? I caught my wife and her boss flirting, she divorced me and now I am homeless. What am I living for?” a thought echoed in his head. He sighed, tossed his head and snapped out of the thought. Few hours ago he had proposed marriage to Susan, the disable beggar on the street. And with that done, he had his plans running; he would work harder to pay her dowry and with the remaining proceeds, he would rent a house and carter for her. The disable beggar was as classless as he was. She didn’t look expensive and wouldn’t cost him much to take care of, unlike Stella, his w