Inside the Dreamer

Someone's Marriage

I am a babysitter. She is playing with her pink colorful toys inside her very own play room, filled with different shades of pinks and yellows by the wall and all of her toys.

I can hear their shoutings by the door, they are fighting again huh?

He came in and asked me something and I just nodded. He took her and went out, I followed. I noticed that she is no longer in the house, his wife. The silence's too loud you can almost hear the ants walking. He stopped in the kitchen, with his baby girl on the chair and started opening his mouth.

"She's left," he said plainly.

"I don't know when she'll be back," he added, staring at his feet.

I walked towards the innocent child from the table and started feeding her the food his father served. I didn't say anything in return, there was nothing to respond either. It's not my thing to join in marriage fights or whatsoever.

All I know is that his wife and him don't get along too much. Well, for as long as my mind tells me. Today, they had enough, I can tell. She always walks out and comes home when the day's almost over and when the morning comes they go and fight again. I don't have any idea what's their fight all about, didn't listen too much. He just tells me this and that, and I was just there, listening to what he had to say and never respond to anything.

I never had the chance to know this child's name, I am here to babysit yet, any name doesn't ring the bell.

I surrounded my nakedness with the white towel and call her out. We always wash together.

"Come here," I said.

She runs towards me with her cute smile along with her bouncing chubby cheeks and tummy. I smiled at her, she's so precious and adorable. I want to squeeze out those chubby cheeks—ahhhhhh cutieee~

"Oh, I forgot our stuff outside," talking about our showering stuff. Basically, before you enter the actual bathroom there's another room-space where you can put your things in and you also change clothes there.

"Daddy!!! Can you please get our stuff?" She yelled by the door that surprised me.

I mean, she's a child so she prolly doesn't realize that there is something wrong that I'm not wearing my clothes right now does she? The towel barely covered my whole body - I can see my abs through here.

"You don't need to..." the door opened.

Oh fuck. Please. This man is married. Who has a beautiful child that's in-front of us. He has a wife. A WIFE, oh please self. Restrain!!!

I repeat RESTRAIN.

NOW.

"Here," he said, as he hands out the basket and walks towards me.

"Oh, thanks," I responded. He went out and we got straight into the shower after that.

If you ask what did I saw. I say a glimpse of heaven. May the wife and child forgive me for the lust I felt. The bathroom door just gave birth to a Greek man you'll only see in your dream.

He was only wearing a haft towel below him, revealing his glorious muscles. His perfect 8 pack abs, those juicy biceps, his great sweet and sour built, his curvy-swirling waist, and his Vucking V-line; teasing me with a loose towel that is ready to fall in one wrong move. Sadly, I didn't see what's under those tow—I MEAN, it's great that I didn't. Phew...

I am good. He is good. We both have been good.

I just kind of wish that he saw my shape—okay, behave. Please behave.

We went out of the bathroom with my disappointed face that I wish I could easily wiped off, along with the feeling of it because I know it's extremely-hugely-gigantically-wrong to have felt that way and to ask for more from someone who's both married and has a kid is so badly wrong in 360 languages.

Wanting to kiss him earlier is way too much for me to handle because I never-ever-ever-ever would've thought that I'll be having those types of ideas.

Man, if you can resist a good looking man, please tell me how. Send me a tutorial because I think I am going to die here if I don't reject and eliminate him enough in my mind.

*FLASHBACK*
To when they were still young, married but baby girl wasn't born yet.

"Take a photo of us here," she enthusiastically said, along with it are my parents.

"Why would you want a photo?" He asked from across the kitchen. I was behind him by the entrance. Looking at his wife and my parents, trying to do a pose.

"You take photos for memories Matt," she sound annoyed. Before I could talk and suggest that I'll take the photo she scrunched her face.

"Why don't you just take the photo?" She growled and marched out of the place.

I just felt my cheeks became numb and the sting made me go back to reality. I don't know what happened, I don't remember what did I do. I can see the pink bubblegum backpack across my hand, all I could feel deep-inside is anger. I finished up as fast as I could and take the child out with me, she have school today and she shouldn't be late.

As I marched towards the exit I saw him rattled as if he was surprised on what he did himself. He called out on us but I didn't bother to listen to what he said, I can tell that he's saying sorry. 

I ended up calling my parents and telling them what happened even though I am confused myself. They were supposed to give us a ride to school but before we could get in I saw him getting out of his car, running towards us, catching his breath, pleading...

"I'll take you to school, I'm sorry, please," he softly said. His eyes is full of apologies, not only to me but also to my parents. In fact, I don't even know what's the relationship of him, my parents, his wife and me; other than their babysitter.

He kept on saying sorry and telling us he will take us to school. He first took his child to his car and next up are my parents. I low-key wished he could've guided me into his car too but that's just pathetic, a married man, self, really?

Man, it feels like I am a third-party on my own, by my own, I'm delusional. Ahhhhhh... to be married huh?

So this is what someone's marriage is?