SANDRA’S DIARY BIGAMY 06:07:14 I knew i was not the only one in his life; But, i had to be the only one who could do what no other could do to him - at least here on earth. From my position at the door, i watched as he jogged off happily and I immediately riveted my gaze to the clock. It was 17:00hrs AGAIN! Everyday for the passed weeks, had he taken to jogging off to God-knows-where at this time. I sensed my man was no longer mine alone... “am i no longer appealing or interesting?” “have i exhausted all the skills in my secret Kamasutra book?” “have i desecrated any of the feminine codes to keep-him-coming-back?” “has my smile suddenly lost its charm on him who used to adore me?” I could barely contain myself as i watched all the question pile up and reflect back at me from my mirror. Although i was in a dilemma, i realized he had not changed towards me and that was not the characteristics of a boy who had got a new set of toys. The light bulb on top of my head came on and I scurried into the closet sniffing for unfamiliar scents or dried lipsticks (that were not mine) and searching pockets for rubbers i did not use. I sat up at night beside him waiting for him to mutter her name or fumble strange words but, none were forth coming. “This guy was too clean or playing too smart,” I thought. Aggravated, i decided I would get to the bottom of this. At 17:00hrs again, i gave him a little distance while putting on his red and white jersey and buckling my boxing gloves. Someone was definitely going to get some today. I was grateful for my black belt classes. He had time to settle in and i knew from the look of the outside, we were going to turn a glass house upside down... I pulled myself together and stepped in hoping to catch her on top of him but, his voice caught me in my pace. I was a gunner at that instant. Was he aware all the while? “over here honey” he was smiling that smile i know. He came over and whispered in my ear, “you are not properly dressed for this game. That is my club jersey you have on and it is a world cup game today. you know, boxing glove are not needed on the pitch”. He chuckled and led me to his table. In my anxiety, i had missed the sign post outside saying VIEWING CENTRE and i felt so silly and could not tell him i had been jealous of how football made him feel. All my plans had become futile but i was thankful he did not misread my intention for being a devil in red. Well, at least i know who he cheats on me with and i look forward to their victories because the night’s rides are always off the cliff... ©copyright 2014. A. SANDRA.
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 07:04:06 +0000
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