Guest iin London Page #3

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here for the rest of the day. But how am I supposed

to come up now You don't need to anymore.

We're coming down. Pick up the luggage and follow me. Where?

- Home. Home?

- Yes" Kughi insisted that

if we go to London.. ...we must pay Kake a visit. So here we are. I am really happy. Come here.. So..all okay? Any problems in London? Not yet. Okay. Come. Yes, Kughi uncle. They are with me. Sorry I couldn't answer your call. No, after all,

they are your neighbor's tenants, 50.. "It's my duty to take care of them. I touched their feet.

- No, son, you forgot. You forgot" go on. Guddi, give him your foot. You've two..so give him one. Bless you, son. I did now. No, no problem at all. It's only for a few days. Yes..l'll call you back. Sorry, son.

He's suffering from indigestion. You.. I've told you a thousand times,

I can't digest horseradish anymore. So..all okay?

- Leave it.. Tell me, everything's okay? Good Lord. We're here finally. Kake, it's a beautiful place. Kake, is there a bar around here?

- Bar? Yes.

- Stop it. Come inside, uncle.

- Come. Kake, listen. Look, son,

we don't want to be a burden on you. We'll stay at a hotel if you like. Right.

- Of course. We don't want to trouble you, son. Yes" What are you saying, uncle? It's no trouble at all.

You're not strangers. This is your home too.

- Bless you, son. But if you insist on staying in

a hotel then I can't stop you. Who says you can't? I'll slap you across that face, you.. We're your uncle and aunt

after all..not some strangers. You've every right to stop us.

Right, Guddi? - Yes. Rightfully" Ask us to stay and

see whether do or not. Go on. Stop us. Please stay, uncle.

- We'll stay. We' ll stay. Such a trivial thing. We Punjabis have a huge heart, son. Always bickering nonsense.

Come, son. We'll stay with you. We're not going anywhere.

- Come on. This is your bedroom. Son..the room's too small. What? Even the closet's bigger.

- Yes. That's how it is out here. Let it be..

- You let it be, son. I'll manage. This is a woman's job. Those are unwashed.

-l'll wash them in the bathroom. Such tiny rooms. But really soft" It's nothing..go back to sleep. My back's all stiff. So..all okay? Aryan. Aryan?

- Where's the problem? Aryan. Aryan. Aryan.

- What are you doing here? I thought you'll be coming in late.

- Not important. There's a man in my bedroom,

and he just" Guddi aunty. Can you explain this?

- What? Your uncle's neighbor's tenants. Yeah.

- Yeah? But what are they doing in your house? This is normal. Guests and pests always

come uninvited in India. But you don't even know them. Listen to me.. I've seen them when

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