What A Beautiful Face She Has

Surprise

Mathew's POV:

It was around 11:30 PM. I had already ordered dinner for us, and she was still sleeping.

I didn’t want to disturb her, so I didn’t wake her up. I went to her room and sat beside her.

I caressed her hair and held her hand.

“I’m sorry for letting you suffer all alone,” I said and kissed her hand.

Then, I slowly shook her and woke her up. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.

As soon as she saw me, she sat up quickly on the bed.

“Ennachu?” (What happened?) she asked.

“Nothing. It’s 11:30 PM, sapdalam vaa.” (Let’s eat, come.) I said.

“Ohh, 11:30 ayiducha? I’m sorry. Naan ivlo neram epdi thoongunene therila, irunga naan poi dinner samikiren.”
(Oh, it’s 11:30 already? I’m sorry. I don’t know how I slept so long, wait, I’ll go and cook dinner.) she said and stood up from the bed.

I held her hand and said, “Hey, iru. Relax, naan already sapadu order panniten.”
(Wait. Relax, I already ordered the food.)

“Haiyo, paravala ga. Naan atleast ungaluku veetu sapadu samachiduren. Aprm, ungaluku food poison ayida pogudhu, hotel sapadu saapta.”
(Oh no, it’s okay. I’ll at least cook homemade food for you. Otherwise, you’ll get food poisoning eating hotel food.)

I recalled my words and how I had insulted her for not cooking on the day I had food poisoning.

“Adhellam onnum aagathu, come let’s have dinner,” I said.

I dragged her out of the room and told her to sit in the dining room. I grabbed two plates and sat next to her.

I served the food for her.

“Paravala, I’ll do it.”
(It’s okay, I’ll do it.)

“It’s ok,” I said and continued.

“You can have as much food as you want and I won’t judge you,” I said. She looked at me, surprised.

After finishing dinner, she was about to enter her room when I stopped her.

“Wait, sit here and close your eyes,” I said.

“Why? What happened?” she asked.

“Please, close your eyes. I’ll be back,” I said. She listened and closed her eyes.

After some time, I went to the fridge, grabbed the cake I had bought, and came back.

“Open your eyes,” I said.

She opened her eyes. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw the cake. She looked at me, surprised.

“Happy 6 months anniversary, Stella,” I said.

She just looked at me with a blank face.

“Come, let’s cut the cake,” I said and grabbed her hands. We both cut the cake. I took a piece near her mouth, but she took it from my hand and ate it herself.

I was expecting her to feed me. As expected, she took a piece and showed it to me. She didn't bring it near my mouth. I grabbed it from her hand and had it.

“Stella, I’ve bought your favourite bakery items from Writer’s Cafe. It’s in the fridge, do have it,” I said.

“Ohh... ok,” she said and started staring at the floor.

“Stella,” I said and grabbed her hand.

“I’m sorry for whatever I did. I know I’ve hurt you so many times and I completely...” she freed her hand from my grip.

“Mathew, wait. Can I ask you something?” she had tears in her eyes.

“What?” I asked.

“Do you remember you gave me 6 months to lose weight? Those 6 months got over today.”

“So?” I asked.

“So, as you said, it’s time for us to get separated. So, since we’re getting divorced, you’re very happy and celebrating it by cutting this cake. Am I right?” she said, wiping her tears.

“What? No. I didn’t mean anything like that. Please, don’t misunderstand me. I wanted to celebrate this 6-month wedding anniversary with you, that’s why I bought the cake,” I tried to explain, but everything went in vain.

“Enough. It’s better if we get separated. Let’s get divorced, Mathew,” she said and the world around me stopped.

She wants me to leave her. Never… ever in this life.

After hearing her words, my head started spinning, and I could feel myself losing consciousness.

“Mathew… Mathew…”, that’s the last thing I heard before passing out.

Time Skip,

I opened my eyes only to find an elderly man sitting in front of me, examining me. My head ached terribly.

I tried to get up but couldn’t. I laid my head back down on something and it wasn’t a pillow.

I lifted my head slightly and saw the person, it was Stella. I was resting my head on her lap.

“Are you okay?” she asked, and I smiled at her.

“Mathew, look at me,” the elderly person said. I turned to him.

“I’m Dr. Sivam. Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes, doctor.”

“Mathew, do you experience any symptoms such as excessive hunger, sweating, or weight gain?”

“Yes, doctor. I’ve put on so much weight. Why, doctor?” I asked.

“Mathew, it’s disheartening to say this… but you have diabetes,” he said.

I was shocked to know that I have got diabetes.