Fleur of the Changing Colors

Drunk

"Oh gosh" I muttered to myself as I helped my wife somehow make it to our bedroom and lay down. It seemed like some of my friends and employees got her drink a few cocktails which she neither can handle nor come to like. The thing is, we just had a party at our house in celebration of me having found my way into the famous monthly magazine, "Business & Money". This surely was a happy occasion. But...
Some of the guest still hadn't left yet. As I watched my wife toss and turn around our bed, the thought crossed me "Why not enjoy myself?"
I came down the stairs.. the stairs of both my home and my life. Most of the guests that were still here were cute, young friends or employees of mine. They knew how to dress. They knew how to look cute and charming even with poison gurgling around in their heads. They were almost everything that my wife wasn't.. but they still seemed to be missing something.

Two of the girls came forward upon seeing me and dragged me to one of the sofas that were laid around for those attending our party. Almost everyone was heavily drunk. But not me... I knew well how to handle my alcohol. This party... I had more than just one cause for holding it. Though I doubt my wife, who's probably cheating on me will ever understand my other cause.
By now, the girls gathered around me and started being intimate. All I could think about now is how the skin of those girls felt. It's already two years since I've signed the registry papers... but never once in these seemingly long years have touched my wife. It's bizarre but I really didn't know what the shoulders of my wife feels like. Never once have I seen her weep, never did I see her laugh with me, nor any other sort of expressions. My only memories of our married life is either my wife's sleeping face, or her exhausted face. On my days off, both of us are so engaged into our computers or other gadgets, that we don't even meet each other's eyes.
Is it already the time for divorce?..

Without further ado, I made sure to send all my last guests back home safely. I don't really know why... but I didn't do anything even when so many girls were practically inviting me. Perhaps, I'm not as pervy as I need to be for doing such uncouth, bizarre thing. Pushing open the door to our bedroom, I found my wife, in her usual sleeping face, with a slightly more makeup this time around, still tossing and turning. I was about to get changed when her voice, a shaky miserable voice, a voice I can't even remember when I last heard., called out. Called out to ME. It said "Hun? Is that you?"

I suddenly felt like crying. But I knew better than that. We married each other after falling in love through the Internet, but never once spoke to each other face to face. Both of us were too shy for that. Guess... being shy is harmful eh?

Suddenly a loud thud reached my ears. "Hun?" the same voice called out again. My body moved on its own and rushed to the aid of my wife who just fell down from our bed. "Are you okay??" I blurted out.. and my voice sounded a little too panicky. My wife suddenly opened her mouth to say something "Hun, I wove you. I aways will" Huh? "The neighbours chaid you migh be cheating on me" She continued in a drunken, crazy and yet the most sweetest voice. "Chome of my fwiends chay that I chould jus foget bout chu and mawwy chomeone better with mo  money. But don't wowwy, I'm not a gold digger. I'll be by your chide foever. I told thoz idiots that you're no that chort of a person. Even if chu were, even if chu cheat on me, beat me to death, or go bankupt, I'll neva stop woving you." Wha.. what the? "I wove you. I wanna be with chu and pamper chu. But you're alwayj cho busy that I neva got the chanch to fufil my shefish wiches. Moe than that, I waj too scawed to inteupt your work. Pwease, be like a child chometimes too?" for the first time, she looked up and looked right into my eye and stared cutely at my soul. The look on her face clearly said that she was drunk, heavily drunk. "I'll work hard on my fashion pojects. Cho please, slow down a little?" A small tear rolled down her left cheek.
That comment left me speechless. All I did was simply hug her tight and tried to feel all that she felt and consume all her worries.

"Happy Birthday, hun" with that, she fell asleep in my arms. "You remembered huh?" I whispered with a smile.
I finally knew what those cute girls were missing in themselves. It's just the fact that they were nothing like my lovely wife.

So... the first chapter of my very first oneshots... hope you enjoy. Please point out any errors you find or anything you don't like since that'll help me a lot   :3
P.S. It might seem a little... umm... weird... please don't judge quickly.