Chapter 9
The End
I wake up to the sounds of her puking in the bathroom. I tiptoe behind her and hold her hair back in a knot around my hand. Her eyes shoot up for a fraction a second. Then, she goes back to business as usual.
I breathe in an air of relief along the rotten food scent from her stomach acid. I join in the monstrous noises as my gut empties itself out in the toilet bowl. She steps back just enough to put on a judgemental face.
"I told you not to drink. Who is supposed to make my meals where you are hungover and gross?"
I look down in shame and suddenly, something supernatural takes over. I tug on her elbow; my chest bumps into hers. I press my lips on hers and we kiss. I missed this. I missed us. I missed her flesh and her nerves. I missed the electricity in my body. I missed the arch of her back. I missed the shock on her face. I missed the smile on my lips. I missed my wife.
She does not resist so I deepen the connection. Tongue and cheek, it is rough. Charcoal white, we are pulsating paradoxes. Her fingertips tickle my tears. Her lids carry the weight of our dreams. She sees me repenting, she hears me crying, she feels me hurting and she responds. Her kissing back is an affirmation of our love. She loves me, more with each passing day. My kisses find their way to her belly. I say hello to our baby listening in.
"Dreamer child your mother is a saint", I tell this miracle.
"Pretty kid your father is a lover", she pulls me up by the hair.
She places her gentle warmth on my lips one last time before nature calls again.
"Go make me a sandwich", the door slams on my face.
I walk back to the kitchen island and turn on the daily news. Life looks quite like the normal. I am happy and so is she. We have a house full of hopes and dreams again. The darkness is fading away.
"Sikander Bhatia was found dead in his apartment after brutally murdering his wife and the mother of his two children Deepali Bhatia. We tried contacting the police but they refused to comment on this heart wrenching marital fallout that has now turned into a bloodshed".
I loose grip of the deli knife and it lands straight on my foot. Blood starts flowing in falls and rivers. She nurses my injury in smiles.
"Did you see?" I ask.
"Yes and I am happy".
I search my brain for good reasons to justify her views but, I find nothing.
"Under the spreading chestnut tree", she presses on a cut vessel and some of the crimson squirts on the side of her face.
She wipes it clean and continues singing. "I sold you and you sold me. You failed me and I failed me".
"Madhu are you alright?"
"Yeah, I am alright but, you never loved me. I will stay with you and pretend to care but you promised me the Golden Country that you conjured up in your dreams. This, we, us, does not exist".
She gets up and whispers all that was once bottled inside.
"I will have our baby and live this lie but I refuse to forget what you did. Since you couldn't bury the hatchet, I did it for you. I killed that bitch. I asked the husband to fire the last shot and he ended his pain too. Unfortunately for me, I got this to worry about. I got my kid to worry about or else you would be lying in that pool of filthy blood you bas***d child. Your daddy did you right when he left you. Your mother did you right when she strangled you. You're that Hitler who should never have been born but I am stuck with you living this. Living us. Now, suit up and come to bed. I will give you what you want".
A/N: Many of you are probably going W*F? But, I do not care. Really, I was angry and this had to be done. I can troll sometimes. But no, this was serious. I wanted evil. I wanted the woman to do something. I could have made her cheat but that would be too predictable. No, I will not write another chapter. This is it. Tell me if you like it or not. I can hear both extremes just fine.
