The Doubtful Wife (ONE-SHOT)

One Shot

My husband is an engineer in profession and I love him because of his steady nature.

It's really nice to know how it feels leaning on his broad shoulders and being in his arms.

I feel secured and protected whenever I'm in his arms.

3 years of courting before we end up into the church..

but now's our 5th year of marriage. Cool isn't it? The last person I see before I sleep and is the first one to see when I wake up in the morning.

I don't really know the reason why I loved him.

Yes, LOVED... cause I really don't know what I'm feeling now.

Our relationship is getting longer and I'm admitting it to myself that I'm getting tired of it.

The reason why I loved him before has become the reason of my restless nights.

I'm a sentimental woman. I'm into sweet gestures and sweet talks. I'm yearning for romantic moments like a little girl who yearns for candy. I believe in forever.

But I, myself is totally opposite to what my husband is. His insensitivity and the inability to bring up romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me.

He never shows sweetness to me. He never express his feelings and he never do something that can make me smile.

I guess I'm having many doubts in my mind like:

Will our relationship work despite of this situation I'm in?

Do I still love him like how I love him before?

Did he really love me?

So when I got the chance one night, I asked him about my decision that I want a divorce.

"Why?" He asked. "I'm tired. There's no reason for us to continue this." I answered.

He remained silent the whole night like he's into a deep thought with lighted cigarette at all times.

My feeling of disappointment only increased.

He was a man who can't express his predicament. What else can I expect to him?

And finally he asked me. "Will there be something that I can do to change your mind?"

They said it right. It's really difficult to change someone's personality. And I guess I'm starting to lose my faith on him.

Deeply looking into his eyes I said. "Here's the question... If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind. Let's say I want a flower located on the face of the mountain cliff and we both are very sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you pick it for me?"

"I will give you my answer tomorrow.", He said

My hopes just sank upon hearing his response.

I woke up in the morning and found him gone. I saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass on the dining table near the front door that says..

"My dear, I'll choose not to pick that flower but please let me explain the reasons further..." This first line had my heart breaking.

I continued reading. "When you use the computer, you always mess up the software programs and you cry infront of the screen. I have to save my fingers to help you restore the programs. You always leave the house key behind, thus I have to save my legs and rush home to open the door for you. You love travelling but you always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palm so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors and worry that you'll be infected by infantile autism, I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer and that will do nothing good on your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old I can help you cut your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand and tell you the color of the flowers just like the color of the glow of your young face. Thus my dear, unless I'm sure that there's someone who loves you more than I do, I couldn't pick that flower yet and die......"

My tears fell on the letter and blurred the ink of his handwriting.

And as I continue reading.. "Now that you've finished reading this letter, if you're satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk."

I rush to open the door. There I saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and the loaf of bread.

I hurriedly hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately. He stiffened for a while but responded anyway when he recovered.

Our lips parted as we grasp for air. I smiled at him and he did the same.

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does so I decided to leave the flower alone and treasure this man.

I now love this man so much and I have no doubt with that anymore.

The End :D

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