Vanished Without A Trace (15 page)

He looked at his cell phone, thinking about whether to call Natalie now, but he changed his mind. The truth was he didn’t totally lie to Deborah about the divorce. He really dated Natalie for five years. But in the last three years, she never stopped pushing him about the wedding, which forced him to improvise all sorts of ideas to postpone the verdict. For the first time, he promised that he would marry her within a year. That’s how he got hold of one year of peace. After a year, the argument continued for several months. He was left with no choice and informed her that he preferred to get married during summer. Of course, if the argument was in the summer, he would prefer to get married in the winter. Seasonal preference gave him an extension of a few more months of quiet moments. When summer came and Alon asked her to postpone for another few months, he was forced to book a lounge for the wedding and pay in advance to prove his seriousness to Natalie. With this, he bought another three months of silence, but when he saw Natalie went to buy a wedding gown, he realized he had gone too far. Three weeks before the wedding and moments before sending the invitations, he informed Natalie and his parents the wedding was cancelled, that he loved Natalie but he was not yet ready to get married.

He called Natalie’s house number, grinning at the reality that he was running away from a scary woman and waiting for the mercy of another woman.

"Hello," he heard Natalie, half asleep. 'It's good that she answered', he thought, even though she recognized his number on her cell phone. Only then he remembered that he had called the house number because of this reason; so she won’t recognize his number. It was three o’clock in the morning, a reason enough to be confused.

"It’s Alon." He said.

"Good, if you hurry up, you might be able to find your clothes I am throwing out of the window now. You are lucky if they land on the sidewalk and not on the neighbor’s clothes line."

Alon could not hear anything from the other side of the line and he assumed she already hung up the phone.
"Be careful your neck isn’t hung on the rope and any brain left will not be blown away by the wind." he said sarcastically.

Suddenly, he heard a heavy bang on the roof of his car. He got out and saw a bottle of mineral water had landed straight on the roof of his car and left a mark on it.

"Oops, that was under your clothes. I did not notice," he heard her voice on the phone and was surprised she didn’t hang up.

He noticed his clothes flying through the window. "We can stay friends, we don’t need to be
enemies." he added sarcastically.

"Oh, I think this is your favorite shirt," he heard her on the other line.

Few people began to gather around him and the only choice left for him was to go back to the apartment in Rosh Haayn, but he preferred to stay in a cheap hotel until he found another solution. He preferred anything other than seeing Deborah’s face. He picked up his clothes and drove away.

"I see you are leaving. I'm sorry I didn’t pack the way it should be. You know, you came to me with a short notice," Natalie taunted.

"No, actually I’m happy you bother so much for me at this hour of the night," he taunted back.

"My pleasure!" She closed the phone, and Alon turned on the lights of his cell phone to make sure it was closed, fearing he would curse her by mistake and cause Natalie to close her heart to him
for a couple of weeks. He needed a place to live right now.

The next day he heard the phone ringing. It was Gideon. "Where are you? I'm waiting to hear the news from yesterday."

Alon looked at the clock. It was nine. "I'll be late in coming to the office today," he said weakly.

"No way! I need to hear what happened yesterday," Gideon said.

"Then listen, yesterday Deborah murdered me and Natalia threw me out of the house at three o’clock in the morning. I picked up my clothes on the sidewalk and from there I headed to a cheap motel to sleep with the bugs."

"Alon, are you okay?"

"I’m alive."

"Okay, I guess you really need to sleep. When you wake up, come straight to the office."

Alon was not able to go back to sleep. He called the flower shop and asked them to send a bouquet of flowers to Natalie. Just thinking about her reaction put a broad smile on his face. He was having a second thoughts about whether it was worth spending on a large bouquet at all, which, in any case, would find its way to the garbage after she will realize that it came from him.

"What’s the budget?" the saleslady asked.

"What do you think of a two hundred shekels bouquet?" Alon asked.

"Depends on the value of your girl." The saleslady replied in a dry voice.

'clever', Alon thought.

"What will I write on the note?" the saleslady asked.

"Nothing," Alon said.

"Will I write your name?"

"Better not. That way, there is a chance for the bouquet to find itself inside a beautiful pot and not in a garbage can." he said.

"I understand."

Alon was angry with himself. The tough woman over the phone, whom he never knew, convinced him to spend five hundred shekels on a bouquet. He did not understand why he had to be ashamed in front of a woman he did not even know. It reminded him of his visit to Istanbul last year. He saw a leather jacket for thirty-five euros. Cheap price, he thought, but it was known that in Turkey, leather
coats were cheap.

The shop was about to close when he entered. He asked to try on two coats, one brown and the other, black. After all, with this price, he preferred to have two different colors. The black coat fit him and he
asked to have it wrapped up. However, they didn’t have a brown coat. Though they needed to close the shop, they went to the neighboring shop to look for a brown coat that fit his size. While waiting, they served him a glass of apple tea and talked to him in a very polite manner. When the man came back, Alon tried the coat and decided to buy it too. They wrapped up the two coats and he paid seventy euros.

"Excuse me?" the seller called after him, "What do you think you’re doing?"

Alon looked at the seller, confused.

"You gave me seventy euro instead of seven hundred."

Alon felt an embarrassing heat that flared in his body, "It is written thirty five euros outside."

"Oh yes?" the seller said in sarcasm, "Where exactly is it written thirty-five euros? Are you crazy?"

Alon realized apparently he did not see the zero after the thirty-five. With shame and embarrassment, he thought about paying seven hundred euros. He would be left with no money, but his dignity would be spared. He felt the conflict between saving his money and saving his dignity. Spending seven hundred euros for two coats was an outrageous expense for him. He decided to reject his pride. He left the store like a cat with its tail in between his legs, and heard them cursing. When he left the market, he felt he was brave to make this decision. Where was this courage when he bought the flowers from the erratic woman on the phone? Without a doubt, the month with Deborah had affected him.

21

Karina was sitting in her office on Hayarkon Street. She was happy her parents decided to celebrate their thirty years of marriage. This was an opportunity to visit Romania and
meet Daniel. She felt guilty that she was dating Odi, and yet thinking about Daniel, but she cleared her conscience and convinced herself that Daniel was just an idolized figure, just like actors and singers. She asked her secretary to get hold of Daniel to tell him that she would be arriving next week and set some business meetings with him. Was this not the reason why she invested her money, so she could enjoy the brief moments with him?

The secretary informed Karina Mr. Montaigne was on the line. Karina waited for a while before she told the secretary to pass on the line. She tried to choose her words and her tone and felt excitement inside. "Hello, Daniel?’

"Yes." He frigidly replied.

"This is Karina." there was no response from the other end. "I will be coming to Romania in a week. Do you have some time for your partner?" She didn’t say that it was for business. She wanted him to agree even with a casual meal.

"Honestly, you really have lots to see here. There are some documents you really need to look at. If this interests you, there are some apartment buildings that were completed some time ago. I can send you photos by email, and anyway, you're invited to come and see."

"I am invited?" she got caught on Daniel’s word.

"Excuse me?" Daniel asked.

"You said I am invited to see."

"Karina, what do you want? Why did you call?"

Karina couldn’t understand why he was so mad at her. It was a long time since she had betrayed his trust. She had already proven herself. She did not even reprimand him or even say a word about the exceptional spending of her money that was made last year, that had gone through without asking permission or at least an update. She decided to talk to him about all these things when she arrived in Romania. She was embarrassed and wanted to just close the phone, but instead, found herself muttering nonsense and non-related statements. "I went to the investigation agency and asked for information about your mother and your father. You owe me for a lot of things, and I really want to see how much you appreciate it when I get there."

"You are what? What do you mean, you went to ask information about my mother without telling me? This is my life!"

"What are you blaming me for? Don’t you remember we arranged a meeting or were you too drunk? You should be grateful that I went alone."

Daniel was silent for a while. "I would still prefer you to stay out of my business. Once was enough for me."

He hung up, leaving Karina angry. Everything she was doing for him was not enough.

A week later, after work, Daniel went to Alexander’s bar as usual and saw a bunch of girls dancing on the stage. He recalled Alexander was doing an audition for girls that would dance and would give some services to the tourists. But though he had known about Alexander’s intention, he was a little bit surprised to get there and find the girls sitting on him and touching his private areas.

"What's going on with you? Give them something," Alexander laughed with a full throat.

"I'll leave them something if you will make sure they don’t come close to me."

"Believe me, Daniel, you have a problem. You don’t know how to enjoy life," Alexander said, while slapping one of the girls on the ass.

Sultana approached. "Here she is, this is my girl," Daniel said and hugged her.

"Have you eaten?" she asked.

"Tell me, do you think I would dare to eat something before I come to the number one chef in the whole world?"

She went to the kitchen to get him something to eat.

"How do you get along with her now?" Daniel asked Alexander.

"It’s okay, when you get to know her, you learn to love her.

Daniel agreed. He was busy with his food when the phone rang. Karina was on the line.

"I came earlier than my scheduled visit. I'm at the airport. Maybe you could pick me up?"

Daniel wanted to tell her to take a taxi to save both their time, but he finished his meal and went to the airport. There, he noticed her walking towards the exit, blooming and glamorous. She was beautiful. She smiled while looking at him, and he smiled back slightly, but his smile vanished automatically when he saw Odi, her partner from the party. He was angry with himself for not suggesting she take a taxi. It had always been like this; whenever he tried to be nice to her, it always backfired.

"How are you?" She asked, ignoring the tension between him and Odi.

"I’m okay." Daniel stepped quietly toward his car while the two were behind him. They sat in the back and Daniel felt like he was a driver for hire. He was aware of Karina’s gaze through the rearview mirror. Odi didn’t stop talking all the way, but the only thing Karina obviously cared for was the mirror. From there, she could look at Daniel. He wondered why she came to Romania with Odi if she really wanted him. When they got to the hotel he was happy to get rid of them. Karina invited him in, but he said he was busy, despite clearing his whole afternoon for her. He went home and intended to start a shower when he heard a knock at the door. Strange, he thought. He was not expecting a visitor. Was it possible that it was Karina? He put a towel around his waist and opened the door. On his doorstep stood a girl in jeans and a t-shirt.

"I'm the new neighbor." She pointed at her apartment. Then she glanced at his body with a seductive smile in her face.

"I'm pleased to meet you but I must go," Daniel said.

"If you want a friend sometime, knock on the door. After all, we are in a pretty isolated area."

‘Yes’, Daniel thought, I'm in an isolated area because I wanted to be in a quiet place.

In the evening, he arrived at the hotel where Karina stayed and they went to the pub that was in the lobby. Karina sat in between him and Odi next to the bar. Odi ordered beer from the barrel and white wine for Karina while Daniel ordered something to eat. After it was served, he was busy eating. Karina looked at him. He seemed lonely to her. It was obvious he was used to eating alone. When he finished, he went to one of the roulette tables, bet a hundred euros and lost. He went back to the counter and ordered vodka with lemon.

"What?" Daniel was surprised when he saw Karina looking at him with concern.

"The roulette," Karina replied.

"Just an impulse. It's not any kind of addiction." He grinned at the thought she was worried about a hundred euros. At the counter was a small coin machine and Daniel played with her.

"When will you have time for a business talk with me?" Karina asked.

"Anytime you want." He replied vaguely while all his attention was on the machine.

"How about tomorrow afternoon?"

"I'm busy. I can only be free in the evening."

"Early or late?"

"Whatever you want." He replied without looking at her. He was still focused on the machine.

"We will meet in your office?"