Brocken Petals of Love

Early one morning as I walked down the alley to work, I realized I was a bit tense, deep inside my heart I could hear a strong feeling urging me not to go back, I thought to myself ’ let me just go back home, give my wife a kiss and walk back to work. I turned back, reaching near the front door of my house, I heard my wife shouting “Darling I told you I will make it in time, why don’t you trust me; you know that I love you so much, you should learn to trust me always?” and I thought she was talking to me, I rushed towards the front door opened it , and wanted to tell her I was not inside and that I had already gone outside on my way to work, but to my surprise it was not me she was talking to, she was holding a phone talking to someone else, as soon as I opened the door , she turned around and stared at me with her mouth wide open, but I had already sensed something amiss with her for the past one month, her behaviors were already changing.

That same evening I did not go home, instead I went to my friend who stays three doors away from my home, stayed there while talking and drinking, but I had not raised the case to Fred, though as I looked at his face I guessed he had already known what is going on, he politely said “it is Gertrude” I nodded with my eyes looking down; he again gave me a look and said, “oh man, I have been seeing them several times together! Sorry man, I was afraid to tell you, but don’t worry I know how I will help you with this”.

Toward morning i went back home, so as i can change fresh clothes and go to work, though i was still feeling drunk and dizy, i had a long coversation with Fred while drinking all sorts of mixutes, even i could not remember what i drunk. I reached my pockets for the house keys, when i entred in everyone was still a sleep, the living room looked disorganized, looking on the tellephone table, there lay a several half cut pieces of papers, i took some time to look at them one by one, they were like scrabbled with a pen, 'I think my little girl Dama was playing here' i thought, 'but wait a minute' i reache to a paper with my wife's handwriting, containing Fred's phone numbers, i tried to confirm the number by calling it, as it rung, Fred picked quickly up with a chanting, he said lightly "hey dear, i thought you are still sleeping, he was he the whole night" on my end i said nothing, and quitely i placed the phone down, climbed to the bedroom stairs, i looked at her as she was faking sleep, i shouted "it is Fred, Getrude! I know now, all along i have been your fool".