He called again, I disconnected again. As I reach my PG I set my phone on ringing -as whole day I keep it on vibration, I hate phones ringing around in office all the time. Why people just don't keep it on vibration? Anyways, it kept on ringing and I kept on getting irritated. He called the ninth time and I gave him a super dose of abusive words -he deserved. (All that MF, D-Bag and all that I know as per my knowledge. Thanks Google.)
I had dinner and checked my mails and facebook, his number was still flashing on my phone and I was trying to ignore. What the hell he wants? and what the hell he thinks he can get over phone? I just can't tolerate these kinda a**holes. Mom called me, as she calls me daily. I received the call and didn't told all this shit to her, I thought I can handle this shit. I was wrong, this bastard was such a big a**hole.
Finally, he stopped calling for next 2 hours. I thought its okay, its over now. I went to sleep at 1:40 a.m. I was about to sleep and he called me again at 2:14 a.m. C'mon man, what is wrong with you -I screamed staring at the screen. I saved his number with name: "Fucktard". I thought, if he won't stop calling I'll tell his number to my dad and he will take care of this. I was irritated for 2 reasons: 1. Some bastard, fucktard is calling me out of the blues at 2:14 a.m. and 2. I am struggling to sleep.
I was tired, and I donno when I slept. Again at 6:13 a.m. he started calling, and I was pissed off. He kept on calling me and I kept on disconnecting. I woke up before my alarm rang. Around 7:45 a.m. I messaged his number to my dad. I called dad and told him the whole thing and asked him to give him a super dose -which he deserves.
Dad called him several time he didn't respond. Dad told me he is not responding my call, if he calls you again you just warn him that this should be his last call else you will inform police. I nodded my head in acceptance, I was getting late for office. Finally dad called me telling me that he spoke to him and warned him in his own way -he (fucktard) won't dare to message again, calling is not even possible.
I wonder, I told that bastard the same thing my dad told. He didn't stop. My dad told him once and its done. I don't understand how these kinda bastards derive fun from such sick things? Especially if somebody is not entertaining that shit? People say to girls don't go out late night, why don't they just teach their sons some manners, etiquette and morals? Think!! Signing out.. may God bless y'all.. :)