and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He
is also into photography and he handles their wedding
photos. He loves her
very much. Likewise with her. She
has a quick temper and always bullies him. He
is a gentleman and always gives in to her.
Today, she's being willful again.
She promised she'll pay."
Him: "I don't have time that day."
Her: "Humph!"
Him: "Huh?"
Her: "Don't have time? Write less of those
novels, and you will have all the time you need."
Him: "I... someone will definitely recognize
my work some day."
Her: "Humph! I don't care, you'll have to
do it for her!"
Him: "No."
Her: "Just this once?"
Him: "No."
Negotiation's broken. So, she gave the final warning:
"Give me a Yes within three days, or else..."
First day, she "withheld" the kitchen,
bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi... Except the double bed,
to show her "benevolence".
Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He
didn't mind, as he still has some cash in his
pockets.
Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything
from his pockets and warned, "Seek any external
help, and you bear the consequences."
He's nervous now. That night, on the bed, he
begs for mercy, hoping that she'll end this state.
She doesn't give a damn. No way am I giving in,
whatever he says. Until he
agrees.
Third day, night. On the bed. He's lying on the
bed, looking to one side. She's lying on the bed,
looking to the other side.
Him: "We need to talk."
Her: "Unless it's about the wedding, forget
it."
Him: "It's something very important."
She remains silent.
Him:"Let's get a divorce."
She did not believe her ears.
Him: "I got to know a girl."
She's totally angry, and wanted to hit him.
But She held it down, wanting to let him
finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He
took a photo out from his chest. Probably from
his undershirt pocket, that's the only place she
didn't go through yesterday. How careless.
Him: "She's a nice girl."
Her tears fell.
She's heartbroken because
he puts a photo of some other girl close to his
heart.
Him: "She says that she'll
support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married."
she said the same thing in the past.
Him: "She loves me truly."
She wishes to sit up and scream at him: "Don't I?"
Him: "So, I think she
won't force me to do something that I don't want to do."
She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.
Him: "Want to take a look at the photo I took
for her?"
Her: "...!"
He brings the photo before her
eyes. She's in a total rage, hits his
hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face.
He sighs. She cries.
He puts the photo back to his pocket. She
pulls her hand back under the blanket.
He turns off the light, and sleeps. She
turns on the light, and sits up. He's asleep. She
lost sleep. She regrets treating him
the way she treated him.
She cried again, and thought about a lot of things.
She wants to wake him
up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him.
She doesn't want to push him
anymore. She stares at his
chest. She wants to see how the girl looks.
She slips the photo out. She
wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh.
It's a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for
her. She bends down, and kissed him
on his cheek.
He smiled. He was
just pretending to be asleep.
"You learn to Love
not by finding a perfect person
but by learning
to see an imperfect person perfectly."
spirlove