“The hell is it?” DM asked into the receiver, at the apex of his workday.
“Maa, I did it maa!” Amrit said, like a kid who had taken his first solo potty.
“Ugh, what.”
“I found a place to move maa!” Amrit was so excited and also nervous that he was opening and closing his free hand double-quick.
“I have a feeling it’s not in Ajman.”
“No maaa!” Amrit whispered suddenly. “Priya won’t allow it. Too cheap ma-“
“I’m not sure if she can afford to be a snob.”
“Bladdy bitch snob maa! You’re right maa! I told her ma I told her! I tried ma!”
“Are you drunk?”
“Just little for courage ma! Meeting the landlord.”
“For the new place?”
“No maa! Our place now. But we found new place also so he’ll have to give us lower rent. We use lowerage.”
“Leverage. What’s the new place?”
“Maa! We found 1 bedroom less than our studio! Recession good ma!”
“How much?”
“Ma less than our studio.”
“How much?”
“28,000 ma. Less than now.”
DM sighed. “You remember what I said about the deposit.”
“Remember?”
“How much is the deposit?”
“5,000?”
“With DEWA, commission and deposit, you need to have half in hand. What is half of 28,000?”
“Half?”
“Calculate it on your phone and then see if you have enough.”
“Maa I did my research ma! I looked all the places. Dubailand, Silicon, Sports City-“
“You’re blabbering and wasting my time.”
DM cut the phone and Amrit was left saying hello to dead air.
“You have Wi-Fi?” he poked his head through the door.
“Taal,” the thin man in a purple shirt and pants said, scribbling on a pad.
The thin man handed Amrit the Wi-Fi password, which Amrit used right away and began his search.
“Best friend hung up on me. How fix,” he typed into Google.
“So what you want say?” the thin man said, taking his place next to the older man in the kandura who was sitting. Though he spoke like an Arab, he was a Malbari who spoke enough English to translate to his boss.
“Now see,” Amrit kind of shrieked, turning his phone screen off. “We want reduction. Less rent.”
The man in the kandura laughed before any translation was done.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha…” he went on for a while.
Amrit went red.
“How to fix all life problems,” he typed into his phone browser.
“Ahm effendi, hatha maeaq,” the translator said, making a face with one eye partly closed and lips pulling in opposite horizontal directions.
“Oh,” the older man said, suddenly concerned.
“How to talk to local,” Amrit next typed.
“Baaaaibve they think you’re retarded,” Priya, his girlfriend, boomed from the corner of the room.
She had become so fat that she was in a red motorized scooter, head down like she was looking for something.
“When is girlfriend too fat I have to break up?” Amrit typed into his phone.
“Haatha maeaq min almukid,” the thin man whispered to his boss, gesturing at Priya.
Priya in response revved the little engine of her scooter.
There was an awkward silence.
“When is girlfriend black too black?” Amrit typed.