I have been hearing his and her voices for quite some time now. Ever since I heard them talking in their radio programme, I got addicted. Anyway, this story starts on the day when I got this opportunity to visit that room. That room where the recording of the radio programme was held.
I entered this not-so-big room and sat down by the coffee table. He and She were half-way through their recording. Though I have been their diehard listener, little do I know about their relationship. It finally occurred to me when I saw them hugging. She was married to him. They really do match, I thought, a loving couple.
This was on the first day.
Somehow, I became friends with her. I visit her in that room every now and then. We grew closer. She showed me how they were like during break time. Leaning against him, talking about almost everything and laughing together. They are examples of what people usually tells me - when you are with you loved one, just only sitting, it's happiness.
She was crying when I came to find her one day. What have happened? This so-called loving couple was no longer one of the definition for happiness.
A couple, one gives while the other takes.
But sometimes, they have to swap places.
If not, something would happen.
When would it be, no one knows.
It just happens.
The giving party would be tired of giving so much yet with little returns.
This was what I have learnt from her.
She was the giver and he was the taker. She gave in to all his unreasonable demands. But the top 4 most unforgiving job positions - drunkard, womanizer, gambler and creditor. He was them all. He just missed one, the addict. He carried out the first 3 positions all at the same time. The last? When he becomes penniless and a debtor, he turns into a creditor and demands money from her. Though he and she sounded as usual during the programme, deep down she's planning ways to end her life.
Let me be dead and I shall be free, she said.
What a loser's choice.
I accompanied her every day, giving her the support and guidance. She became more optimistic and carries on with her life.
This was the last day I saw her.
We were on a grassland having a picnic with my mother. I have told my mother about her and she thinks that we should help her out. Coincidentally, my mother and I prepared $800 each for her. Call this mother and daughter having the same mind. So, I put wads of notes into an envelope preparing to give her. She was shocked, of course. But she did accept it.I have a premonition. The money would not be safe with her. Why? I don't know. Woman's intuition, I would say. I told her that I shall keep the money by my side until we go home. The envelope was protruding out of my jeans back pocket.
Woman's intuition is great. As soon as I have kept the money, I saw him below us(we were on the slope), some distance away. But he didn't see us. Anyway, run. Running was never my thing. As we were carrying out our escape, he saw us. So, we were playing Catch. We ran the length of at least the perimeter of a football field before we took a turn and climbed up a slope to somewhere I didn't know it existed.
She stopped abruptly.
Tired maybe.
I needed a rest too.
It all just happened in a second.
He was struggling to hold her still.
Im sorry for what I have done in the past. Forgive me, would you? he said.
He's here.
$1600, the money which I don't want him to know it existed, was safe in my back pocket.
What happened next?
She forgave him, or not?
I don't know.
Everything became blurry and a moment later, clear.
No, I didn't faint because I was shocked to see him or because Im exhausted from running.
This is a story with no ending,
Well, unless I dream about it again(with the ending, of course).
Yes, this was a dream.
I don't know who are the main leads in my dream.
They were never even the supporting characters in my life.
Maybe, they acted as passerby once.
Right, passerby.
All thanks to this dream, my 5 hours of sleep was halved.
Low tension.
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