After the latest incident of misappropriation of the office fund, I decided to visit with Soni.
I knew Soni’s Granny hides a lot from her papa but I could understand it. Soni’s father was a hostile person with volatile anger and in such cases, if you have a little concern for your well being, it’s not only desirable but extremely important to not share anything with the person who is not involved in the matter. In turn, having been a pathological liar Soni’s father not only hid family matters from his wife, he expertly told bald-faced lies to create a scene that often set tongues wagging and then he laughed up his sleeves.
When I went to her, Soni wasn’t home. I had an inkling that they were hiding something from me but as I take it an offence to my dignity to get into the matter that someone doesn’t find me worthy enough to share with me. Although I was apprised of the fact that his brother is now in the police custody.
I didn’t breathe a word and returned home from that drama driven environment and told her sister to send Soni to me. I often found them talking in a manner, deliberately trying to offend someone with little or no concern or sense that stuck to my craw. Maybe they were trying to spread some rumours. I didn’t dare to venture to this mess. There are places I could discuss anything without having to comprise my personal values in a very healthy and respectable manner.
By now I was avoiding to stick my neck out about office fund misappropriation at home because it seemed inappropriate to bring office matters to home or share the details with people who were not concerned with the matter.
On my way home, I ran into Soni. I told her that we need to discuss it with the people involved. Soni agreed to go to the thief to tell him how much it costs but I doubted the thief’s intention. I thought it would be a bit of a scene and I rushed to the police to report it.