LOVE RAT ROTTER FINAL PART
'I stumbled back home, my eyes smarting with tears. Sandra had never had a good word to say about Aslam, hadn't even wanted to be part of the wedding. And all the time she was angling for a bit of rumpy-pumpy with my man!
I felt shocked. Devastated. Sandra was two years younger than me. I'd become a walking cliche. He'd left me for a younger woman!
In time I heard the front door click open. Aslam shuffled in sheepishly. 'Dawn. It was just fumble. You don't have time for me and are always play the bingo. Sandra help me to write my job applies then we just fall to each other. In Turkey is custom to take many wife. You just don't understanding my culture!' Then he stormed out, probably back to HER.
The cheek of him! After all I'd done for him! A sick bile pulsed in my stomach. Shaking, I picked up the phone. I called a number and a man with a strong Indian accent answered. 'How many I help you madam?' He said. 'I'd like to know how much I have left In my account, please' I forced out.
'£42.89, madam'
The phone fell from my hand as I sank back on to the sofa. There had been over thirty thousand pounds in that account! I'd spent thousands on what I'd believed to be a happy future, thinking I'd have Aslam to take care of me when I hit old age.
Days blurred into one. I didn't see Aslam again but I bagged up his things in a Nisa carrier bag and dumped them on Sandra's doorstep. I had to keep the ring as my fingers had swollen since then, and it was stuck fast.
In time, there was a soft knock on the door. I heaved myself off the sofa and went over to it. A forlorn figure with wrinkles to match mine stood there, proffering a packet of garibaldi biccies.
'Peace offering?' Said Sandra. 'Dawn, he cleared me out too. I'm sorry for what I did. I couldn't resist, he was so charming.'
Didn't I know it! Those walnut-whip eyes had only ever had to twinkle at me and I'd go damp, in a way that was nothing to do with bladder weakness.
'Come in, Sandra. The Chase is about to start'
I heard from his kebab shop mates that Aslam was deported back to Turkey. Good riddance I say. As for me and Sandra, we will never touch another Turkish man with a barge pole. It's taken two years to save up but with the money we've earned from sending in 'top tips' to our favourite mag, but we're off to The Gambia next year. We reckon we deserve a bit of sun and fun after our ordeal'
'Sandra says: at first when Dawn hit with Aslam I told her to be wary. I thought she was making a right show of herself, the trollop, prancing round in clingy tops and chewing my ear off about their romps. But Aslam fooled me in the end too. Now we're patching up our friendship and trying to put men to the back of our minds'
Aslam says yeah, is good business for me with the old women that come to the resort, they throw themselves at you. They want to buy you gifts. I wanted it to work with Dawn but she nag me about everything and don't run around after me like wife should. She can only make oven meal from packets and don't iron my pants. Sandra was just fling. I'm not sorry for any of it'