Red, Wet, and Late

A boy was driving a car. He was wearing a wedding ring. There was a bouquet of red rose just above the dashboard and behind the steering wheels. He was listening to "Soul Sister-By train" in FM. He stopped at every red signal and followed every sign that came his way. He looked calm and confident. The grip on his steering showed he has muscles. He looked strong. Five minutes off left turn from the main road, he stopped in front of the house inside a colony. There were eighteen to twenty houses which looked exactly the same. The only thing separated each house was the number marked in a bold letter with almost two-foot-tall and a foot wide in a left pillar of a 6-foot-wide gate of every house. He stopped at number 11. He tried to roll the roller lock but it was locked from inside. He clicked in an intercom, luckily it was ON. So, he called, ''Mrs. Shrestha are you in? Your man has arrived.''

No one replied for few minutes until the silence was broken and the girl replied "Yes baby, I am coming" Two minutes later, the roller locks rolled and the door was open. The other side of the door was a fair woman who looked like in age between thirty to thirty-five. Her long hair looked like just has been messed up in sleep. She was in her sleeping robe with red clover stickers on a pink background. "You look so hot even while you are messed up" The boy praised her beauty. Asked further, "Why do you always take time to open the door? Is anyone in the house that you don't want to tell?" "Shut up!" grinned the girl. They both entered the house.

It was not the first time. The similar incident had been happening for quite some time. The boy realized something fishy was going around. He thought since he was not in the town, and was only coming in the weekend, he suspected something fishy about Mrs. Shrestha. One day he decided to visit Mrs. Shrestha on an unusual day.

Like other days, he did not stop the car in front of the house. He rather stopped the car outside the colony gate, at a parking of a nearby shopping center. He then walked to the house. He stopped in front of the house. "Should I really do it?", was the question in his mind. His six-foot height and muscular strength made him ease to climb the wall of the house to enter the compound He entered the house. He took his shoe off and walked in his shocks to hide the sound. He slowly walked above chocolaty wooden staircases. The stair wall had all beautiful and expensive paintings. He went toward the room where the girl slept which was second room from where the stairs ended.

He was not even near the room when he heard the sensual moans and something continuously striking the wall. His heartbeat raised with the thoughts of what was happening inside. His legs trembled and he followed his foot without control. He started moving faster. His uncontrolled body hit the vase table which was just beside the girl's room and the vase felt down making a cracking sound. The cracking sound broke the sensual noises coming from the room. He somehow reached in front of the door. He had to confront her. But he was not even able to knock on the door. After a few minutes of silence, a door was opened with a man and a torchlight in his hand.

The way he held the torchlight was definitely not to light but to hit somebody. He looked like he was ready to hit anything that was beyond the door. He tried to hit the boy with the torch but the trembling boy bought enough rage to hold him back. The powerful force of the boy was too much for the man to handle. It was so fast that both were falling down. As both were falling to the ground they could see Mrs. Shrestha wearing a white bed cover sheet over her shoulder to hide her shame. The look on the boy's face changed and the rage took over him. He grabbed the man's face and pushed him hard to the ground. Multiplying the gravity, the man's head stroke in the ground. The sound and the action brought fears in the eye of Mrs. Shrestha. She pulled out the bed sheet on her and ran towards the duo. As she ran towards the scene. The boy was shocked. Mrs. Shrestha was wearing jeans and white Tees. She cried," Baby it was all set up, we knew you were coming". She stroked her knees to the ground where the man had fallen. But it was all red, wet, and late.