There was a time that I used to feel like dying without my
wife. But now everything had changed. We had someone in between us. And a
stranger in my wife’s life was the last thing I could tolerate. I felt like as
if I was up to something but I didn’t know what. And then my inner-voice said,
“Do it or else he will have her”. I at once asked my mind what it was up to.
“Kill her”, was the reply. Stunned by the reply I stood there spellbound. Then
a light smile came on my trembling face. Then I asked myself “ How the hell am
I going to do it?” You have to or else he will have her. The same kind of smile
passed on my face again. I tried to stop it but it wouldn’t. I was under a
terrible spell.
The next day, when I was about to leave for the office, my
wife entered with a teapot in her hand. While pouring the tea into the cup she
said, “ Darling, I am going out today and I may be late tonight.
“Why what’s the matter?”
“Nothing, I just wanted to meet my old friend ‘Lawrence’.
Still the same thought was running in my mind. Was she
going to meet my rival, who I never knew, whether existed or not? So I decided
to spy on my wife. She left at 11 am and I instead of heading towards my
office, followed her. I followed her till the mount road and then I lost her
out of sight. I, depressed, started back for my office. On my way back I felt
like as if someone was following me. I looked into the rear mirror and I don’t
know why I felt as if the lady in the driver’s seat was staring at me. Till the
office she followed me and then she made a stop and when I got out she fled
like anything. I smelt something fishy about that. I then went into my office
and then sat in my couch. I wasn’t able to concentrate on my work. So I decided
to go home.
When I went home, I found that someone had made a call. I
couldn’t make out the caller’s name from the number in the answering machine. I
heard to the message left by the caller. It was a man’s voice that I had never
heard of. This made me sure that my wife was having an extramarital affair.
This called for a plot to kill my wife. I sat down with a
packet full of popcorn with the television switched on. This kept my mind
flowing and eureka! an idea struck me like a thunder bolt and I passed the same
crooked smile.
At 11pm my wife returned. I was able to hear the roaring
engine of the car. It ofcourse wasn’t my car. I walked up to the window to see
who ‘he’ was. I could see the glowing face of my wife. She then passed a French
kiss to the so called ‘he’. I at once went to bed and pretended to be
half-asleep. I asked her how the day was as she came into the room. She bent
towards me and said “ Honey, it was a tiring day today. I want to have a good
sound sleep.” Then I thought in my mind “ Don’t worry dear, I am going to put
you to a deep sleep tomorrow and forever.”
The next day, it was me who brought the teapot. My wife was
surprised to see me holding the teapot. There was another surprise waiting for
her. I said to her “ dear, I know that you were a lot tired after yesterday’s
workout. So, for a change let’s go out for a little while with just you and
me.”
“O.K dear, that’s a good idea”.
“Get ready and we will leave by nine”.
I then went to take bath. While bathing I could hear my wife
speaking to someone on phone. I just told myself “ she must be changing her
timings with her boy friend.”
We then left at nine past nine for the spot where we always
used to go out on picnic. As we reached there, my wife went out of the car with
joy on her face like I had never ever seen before. I still felt that she did
love me for that joyous look of hers told me so.
My thought was interrupted by the screech of a car. Out came
a smart and handsome guy.
And my fears came true. He introduced himself to me as
Shawn.
He said “Sir, this is a polite request to you”.
“What is it?”
“sir, I and Irene love eachother and we would like to marry
eachother and so I’d be highly obliged if you take divorce”,said he in a
sarcastic way.
“How dare you….”, said I as I went to punch him on his face.
He caught hold of my fist and said to Irene,” take out the
gun off my car and shoot him”.
I tried to get out of the clutches of Shawn and tried to
reach for my revolver in my pocket and I succeeded in getting it out of my
pocket before Irene could get the gun. I asked Irene to throw the gun on to the
ground. And she did so.
Then thoughts started running in my mind- I can’t kill my
beloved Irene and if I kill Shawn it would be of no use as Irene doesn’t love
me and hence wont bring Irene back to me.
Before any one could react I killed myself, as I could not
have seen Irene unhappy with me or happy with some other guy.
This is the sad story of the ghost sitting beside you.