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We kissed for about a minute before our heads started swerving faster to the left and right, up and down. We held each other closer and wanted more of each other, but then she pulled her lips away, making my lips vibrate in pleasure.
I looked at her within the frames of my eye as I tried lazily to separate my eye lashes from hugging themselves. Obviously, I knew I have really had very boring months in my archive without these pleasures.
"I'm hungry." were the words which escaped her mouth.
She dropped to the bed just behind her and pulled herself along to one edge of our large bed. I noticed that she tried as much as possible not to look at me as her head rested on one of the pillows on the bed. I waved off every reason for her action almost immediately it wanted to get me thinking, because I was one hell of an analytic being. And from all indications, it was the cause of the hell I found myself in. If I hadn't analyzed foolishly why she quit her job, I would have saved myself all the stress.
I flew down to the kitchen almost at the flip of the finger. My head was blank as I entered, something within told me this morning would be perfect to end all the wars in my home. I had to man up and bridge every space and gap I created.
Everywhere, as usual, was stocked with food stuffs, but that morning wasn't a time for long protocols. Something quick but sumptuous was all I wanted to prepare for her before she changed her mind about the whole food stuff.
I thought it wise to prepare egg sauce, bread and tea for her. Within a split second, I was at it. I sliced the tomatoes, pepper and onion. Everything was getting ready all at a time because I tried to do almost everything at a time. Sooner than expected, I was done. I let out large quantity of extruded air out of my nostrils after setting her breakfast on a tray to ease myself of the pressure that enveloped me as I prepared the meal.
I pushed open the entrance door of our room quietly because I guessed she would have dosed off, and I didn't want to disturb her. My left hand clung to the tray which bore her breakfast while I pushed the door open with my right hand. Just like I predicted, she was asleep already. I felt a little bit relieved that I had time to get everything all set.
I caressed her hair romantically until she opened her eyes slowly. As she was still getting her eyes opened, I painted a kiss on her forehead and told her that her food was ready.
"Do I have to go downstairs?" She stretched and yawned amidst her question.
"No, not at all. It's right here."
I helped her sit up at the edge of the bed. I pulled the stool which bore the weight of the tray of food closer, and removed the covers of the plates and cups.
Neche looked pale as she watched me serve her. Soon after that, it was my turn to watch her as she ate. She took her time to eat, it was even as if her mouth was not strong enough to hold the food in it. It wasn't long when she started eating that she said she was done and needed to take a bath. I got uncomfortable because Neche I knew would finish what were in the plate and even demand for more. I wanted to say something, but on the second thought, I knew what I was going to say would be a question, and I was being to careful not to infuriate or oppose her, so I kept mute.
I started eating the left over food as she lazily walked into the bathroom. Water splashed on the floor almost immediately she closed the door. She released a soft moan as the water splashed.
"Do you need me to do anything for you after now?"
She probably stopped the activity she was engaged in at the sound of my voice, and spat out some foams of soap.
"What did you say?" She asked.
I repeated the question.
"No." Her response sounded like she needed no disturbance.
I folded the sides of my mouth and raised my brows in disappointment as I took the tray of dirty dishes downstairs.
I washed the dishes soberly. But as I washed the plates, all I had in mind were thoughts on how to make her happy once again and most importantly forget about the divorce. I started envisioning how amazing it would feel when we are whole again as a family.
A whistling bird brought me back to reality. My smile broadened across my face as I closed my eyes to feel my fantasy.
I spent more time than I should in the kitchen washing the dishes. But I rushed up everything I was to do there as soon as I came back from my fantasy world.
As I climbed up the staircase to go join my wife in the bedroom, I felt a sting which made me to pause, and then I felt something which told me to expect another strange and unpredictable move from Neche. Fear griped me that I found it hard and at the same time, scary to take any further step up the stair...
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