The Museum: Part 2

Author’s note: This is second installment of a short story from my latest book: The Bracelet and the other short stories. You can find the previous part here: The Museum: Part 1

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I knew nothing about him, his job, his life back in Egypt or his family, but I knew it wasn’t just a holiday romance. We had barely touched each-other and yet, I could feel my heart breaking over the news.

That day, the love in his eyes had said everything even if he wouldn’t put it in words. Even as he spoke of the different layers in the society, of commoners, of priests, of nobles, of princes and kings of divine origin and of slaves who worked under them and were buried alongside their master to serve them in afterlife, I saw in his eyes something akin of a desperation—a burning question, as if he was seeking permission to say something.

I had asked him what it was, but he had simply shrugged. I could see he was still holding back.

I couldn’t bear his silence now because we were running out of time. He would leave for Egypt, and I would never see him again. I wondered if I should propose him instead, but so far I had only guessed his intentions. I had no clarity. What if I was wrong and I didn’t mean as much to him as he did to me?

What if he had a wife waiting on the other side of the sea?

He still wouldn’t talk about his family and friends or what he thought of our future together. I suggested a short walk outside the museum but he declined even that little request with an apology that he couldn’t leave the place! Angry, I had walked out that day. He had stood at the gate looking at me with desolate eyes, but he hadn’t stopped me.

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It had been a difficult fortnight. I couldn’t eat or drink. Sleep defied me, no matter what I did. I even went on a date to take my mind off the matter. But it felt like cheating even though we had never been together—just a few friendly meetings at the museum.

But all I could think of was of Cleo’s fingers wrapped around mine; and how I was about to lose him forever.

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The eve of the day of movement arrived with the announcement of the big news on television and newspapers. They had called it an act of international goodwill; an Egyptian king and his treasure being returned to his people.

It would bring a lot of tourism and, in turn, employment to the cities around the tomb where he will be placed back. Cleo will probably play the tour guide there or whatever he did for a living. The thought alleviated the ache in my heart so much that I could scarcely breath.

He was leaving…

Without me…

My manager sent me home that day, stating that being mentally absent at work was dangerous. So, I sat huddled in my bed all day—not eating, not sleeping, not responding when my roommate asked if I wanted to go out and grab lunch. I just wanted to be left alone, so she complied. But the loneliness pricked more than ever. He didn’t have a phone, but he had my number. He could have called.

He chose not to.

He was leaving…

Without me…

Maybe it is better this way. I wouldn’t be able to afford the tickets, passport and visa to Egypt. God knows whether Cleo has enough money for the two of us. May be that’s why he…

He was leaving…

Without me…

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I am not sure how I reached the museum. I don’t remember deciding where to go. But my feet ached as if I had walked all the way. I only realised I was there when the guard at the main gate stopped me. Apparently, the museum was closed earlier than usual because there were certain Egyptian rites to re-coronate the mummified king before the big movement the next day. The coronation in our country was obviously a marketing strategy to raise the excitement and, in turn, tourism to the tomb in Egypt.

The museum staff has been given the day off and only a select few Egyptians were allowed inside. A dread settled in my gut along with hope—dread that I wouldn’t be able to meet Cleo. Hope that he must be here. There is no way he would miss such a rare Egyptian event. He must have found a way to get in.

I was completely awake now. I had to get in too, somehow.

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Author’s note: To be continued…

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