A Cup Of Coffee
/A few lines of love and romance.
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Lazily her hands searched for the phone, trippling down his watch, her bangles and the little rubber squirrel in a row. With drooping eyelids she managed to check the time, 7:30 the clock showed. She pulled up her head to look outside the window. Thick clouds had covered the sky black, with raindrops painting the glass slide hazy. She once again crept under the cover and rested her head on the pillow, it was still smelling new. She laid silent, matching his loud snore with the rhythm of the thunder outside, running her fingers gently through his hair. She tried pulling apart his eyelids and poking some of her fingers inside his mouth, putting some of her hairs inside his nostrils in an failed attempt to wake him up, he was reactionless. Declining her plan of waking him up she concentrated on counting the number of stars printed on the blue window curtains.
"Get up! It's 8:00" she gave him a violent shake.
"Yeee..." followed by louder snores was his answer.
With haphazard sleepy steps she managed to reach the kitchen. A complete surprise was awaiting her with glasses and dishes all scattered over the basin and racks completely empty, with bottle lids missing and spices spread all over.
"Indeed! The kitchen of an ex-bachelor it shows" she growled.
After minutes of investigation she found out the coffee jar. She took down the kettle and started boiling the water,staring at the water bubbles she tried remembering the last night. There was a serious amount of sentimental promises made from both the sides of being a good husband and a good wife. Coffee was ready,she sneaked out the best tea set from their wedding gift and after a while went in with the coffee. He was awake and brimming with smile seeing the approaching cup of love. He has spent all his bachelor days dreaming about this.
Closing his eyes he took a long sip.
"Wonderful..Good ..very good."
She gave a him a haughty proud look of victory and took a sip.
"Ouch!" She could feel the pang of grief rising in her chest, within seconds teardrops rolled down her soft cheeks. She stared emotionally at the cup of coffee, her ears were red and her nose burning hot. Last night flashed in front of her eyes how she had promised to cook for him the best meals and her days of struggle learning how to cook. Slowly with damp eyes she looked at him.
"There has been a strain of diabetes running in our blood through generations. I can always manage without sugar. The coffee was excellent!"
By Vasilissa
From: India