He curtained himself head deep in work as usual. As she lay on the sofa bored to death. How can he forget that today was their marriage day?Will this quarantine ever end she wondered.
She was jogging her memories down her vivid thoughts. From first crush to friends to lovers and finally husband and wife. Wow it’s been 4 years since she has been trapped with this fucking idiot she thought. Time flies when you are cuffed to marriage and career. Well the initial blind love wrick sank on the day they got married. The magic eventually died with time.
Why did I fall for him she thought. He is not as he used to be. In college how his dipple on his left check made her blush like a rouge Tomato. How cheekly he used to sneak in a surprise kiss when no one was seeing. And how a entire zoo used to party in her stomach at the very presence of him.
Now he could barely look into her eyes and speak. Where did the love go she screamed in her drumming mind of thoughts. It’s about time I go back to my parents she thought. Maybe her marriage is on the verge of ending and all she can do is to accept the clearance sale regret to reality.
She couldn’t hold it no more with tears she ran upstairs pulled out the suitcase and started stuffing it with clothes ,makeup and shoes. Burst into terrible long silent sobs so that he would not hear. Every day she hoped he would talk to her with love. Maybe ask how the hell is she and what she wants for once in life. But the fast life has preyed on it.
Going to book a flight to visit her parents she declared to herself. I am sick of this monotonous life. Took out the laptop to book a ticket to India. Than she realised she screwed all her month end check on clothes and handbags.
She was so fed up and determined to go home and called her husband in the living room to book a god dame ticket home in buring rage. The husband shouted back,”calm down honey, you cant go now as I made dinner but will book the ticket tomorrow” She was furious as she stomped her way down and would him a piece of her mind.
When she reached the dining room she was shocked at what she saw. Big beautiful fragrant red roses arranged neatly in the middle of the table with gentle candle light and a meal for two neatly layed out on the table. Lost for words she looked at her husband.
The devil on her shoulder wishpers dame girl-your homme looks devine in those cute grey joggers and a white tee hugging his man biceps. You know you still go bees knees for him.
The angle on the other side wishpers lady you dedicated yourself for this fine ass man by cooking him the nutritious healthy food three times a day and just tell him how you feel.
She looked at husband still in shock. The husband pulls out his college guitar and starts playing-stand by me.
God she was fighting with herself to stop herself from smiling. And he finished he came closer to her and said,”I am sorry dear,I know I have been busy with work and haven’t kept to my side of the bargain. I promise it won’t happen again. I love you with all my heart and I am a lucky ass man to have you as my wife.”
She was in tears. Finally her man looked her in the eyes and said what she means to him. And how could she still be angry with his puppy eyes. She tried to play hard and asked what he made. He said he made burnt maggi. Laughing she said let’s order a pizza and let me dance the night away in your hands. And maybe you can learn cooking for a change.
With work we often ignore our loved ones . Let’s celebrate the difference we have and be happy for having them in our life’s. With times like these house arrest can be rather pleasant. Enjoy while you still can.