Husband and wife sat face to face. Their foreheads wrinkled in distress.
Tension was tangible in the air but what could she do? She had to talk to him.
She – So, I’ve heard a few things.
Wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead, he mumbled.
He – What have you heard?
She – I’ve heard that last week, when I had gone out of the country, a certain girl was spotted coming home late into the night and leaving the next morning.
He was now visibly nervous.
He – Nonsense. Who did you hear this from?
She – The watchman. You thought a few notes as bribe would keep him mum? Well, I’ve paid him more to speak up.
He – Wh..what? This is…non-sense. Don’t trust what you hear!
She smiled widely.
She – I don’t even trust what I see. I trust what I feel!
He looked more confused than ever.
He – And what do you feel right now?
He (still confused) – But I hate pizzas.
She smiled even wider this time.
She – Exactly. Your bags are packed in the room and the divorce papers are signed and ready on the table.
Author: Zainab Haji